Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Yes, that's it, and then, the room will be empty and dark——

A beautiful living room appeared in front of Moon. It was not dark, nor was it a hospital ward.

He knows this place, this is his home.Of course, it was the home from his previous life, the big house that had been almost lifeless for several years before his death.

In my memory, this place is always cold, and even the light seems to be dyed slightly blue when passing through the window glass, so that even on a bright spring day, this living room can make people feel uncomfortable. A moment of melancholy arose.

"Yueming?"

He took another step forward. Sure enough, this place was still the same as in his memory. It was disgusting at first sight and made people want to find a hammer and smash it down.

But this was completely different from his recent dreams. The last dream he had last night was about his father's twisted and ferocious face, a sharp blade piercing his chest forcefully in the dark, and one sentence after another: " go to hell".

Just as he was thinking about it, he took the next step and stepped into the air. The sudden weightlessness made him break out in cold sweat even after so many nightmares.

Last night he was also pushed to death by his father after being stabbed to death.

Before he fell completely to the bottom, Moon tried to turn around.

He thought maybe this part would be different too.

Then he saw himself standing in the doorway—smiling.

Chapter 53 Destruction

Moon woke up from the nightmare and sat on the ground in confusion. His sluggish thinking made him react for a moment before he realized that he had never stood up before.

He rubbed his still sore eyes, stood up slowly from the ground, and looked around at the same time - the only good news was that, at least this time, he did not bomb the surroundings in his dream.

The constant feeling of drowsiness in his mind made it difficult for him to continue, but just in case, he steeled himself, activated the teleportation technique, and returned to Myrtle's abandoned bathroom in the castle.

Since the secret room was completely exposed last semester and the basilisk was killed by him, this place was temporarily closed for a period of time.Now, the entrance to the secret room has been completely blocked and can no longer be accessed.

The once familiar stone steps in the corridor have now become a vague difficulty. Twice in a row, Moon stared at the moved stairs for a long time before remembering that there was absolutely no way around this section during the two days on the weekend. Normal traffic.In the past, the journey only lasted a moment. Today, even with the invisibility technology on, which saved him the trouble of talking to people on the road, it still took him three times as long.

It wasn't until he saw the gargoyle guarding the principal's office door not far away that Moon laughed to himself.

The corridor was empty. There were no people on the eighth floor. Besides, it was the weekend and it was not the time to go upstairs and downstairs to eat.It is estimated that everyone is doing their own things now, such as basking in the sun in Hagrid's teahouse, or walking on the lawn outside the castle.

I don't know if there are any activities at the Duel Club today. If there are, there should be quite a few people there.

Of course, there may be people who are busy avenging him.

After walking in front of the gargoyle stone beast, Munn removed the invisibility spell on his body, and suddenly appeared in front of the big guy, but it was still as usual, just quietly opening its eyes and looking at Munn .The only difference is that the scarlet light in its eyes seems to have solidified.

"Are you here again?" Like last time, the Gargoyle did not jump away immediately, but started chatting with Moon. "Your condition looks worse. I can even see cracks on your body." .”

Munn naturally knew that it was a metaphor, so he didn't look at himself curiously, and just nodded quietly.

The gargoyle was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly said: "I have been standing here for many years and have dealt with many principals of Hogwarts. Among them, Albus Dumbledore is One of my favorites."

Munn really didn't want to hear an ugly stone monster chattering in front of him at the moment. Unfortunately, the gargoyle stone beast seemed to have made up its mind and didn't want to just let Munn pass by.

"Although I have a certain consciousness and can feel many things. But from the day I was 'born', my duty has been to stay here and guard the door for every principal. I can't move around casually, and my behavior is restricted. But... Unlike those ghosts and portraits - they can clearly realize that they are only the remains of the dead, and their consciousness is incomplete, and they will not complain about such a harvest."

"For me, every time I go by, I feel miserable and hopeless."

"So I like Albus Dumbledore, because I can talk to him often, and he also likes to chat with me from time to time. Although his password is really... annoying."

Moon suppressed his urge to pull out his wand, shifted his gaze slightly, and said coldly: "You want to say that I should talk to Professor Dumbledore more, he can help me, right?"

The gargoyle stone beast shook its head slowly and heavily, bringing down pieces of rustling stone powder and dust.

"Dumbledore is the one who can help me, but he obviously can't help you, otherwise you wouldn't be like this."

"What I'm saying is that you should find the person who can help you."

After hearing this, Moon's mind flashed to the face of his father in his previous life for no apparent reason.But then he shook his head slightly. Even if the man stood in front of him, it would be difficult for him to actually draw the knife and stab the man to death, or push him down the stairs.

One is because of his temper, and the other is because he seems to be instinctively resisting such an approach.

"Borrow it, I want to go in." Moon whispered.

The gargoyle stone beast jumped to the side without saying any more nonsense.It wasn't until Munn was about to step onto the rotating stone steps that the gargoyle beast added the last sentence:

"If you can't find anyone who can help you, then find someone who you are willing to talk about everything seriously. That person is the person who can help you."

Moon's footsteps never stopped, and no one knew whether he heard the last words.In short, he arrived at the door of the principal's office step by step.

…………

A few minutes ago, in the principal's office.

Professor Dumbledore sat at his desk, crossed his hands, and looked quietly at the ring box in front of him, enduring the desire that kept rising in his heart.

"Headmaster, you have been staring at that box for five minutes." Phineas Black shouted: "You asked me to call you at the third minute, but now, the sand in the hourglass has run away. I’ve been down there five times.”

For the first time, there was no portrait in the principal's office today that felt that Phineas was noisy. On the contrary, they were all looking at Professor Dumbledore nervously, as if they were afraid that he would do something outrageous.

And for the first time in five minutes, Professor Dumbledore responded to Phineas Black, "Time flies so fast. I always find it difficult to control myself in front of this little box..."

He sighed and smiled at Phineas "Thanks, Phineas."

Delis Derwent in another portrait said softly: "Principal, have you made a decision?"

Professor Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and focused his eyes on the opening of the small box again. "Although I still want to study it more, I have already figured out the things that I need to understand most at the moment...about Voldemort's year. those thoughts and calculations.”

"Now, the only meaning of keeping it is probably the little resurrection stone."

"I'm still not sure whether the Resurrection Stone is really useful, and whether it can continue to be effective after the ring is destroyed. Unfortunately, I still can't understand whether Voldemort has created any inseparable connection between the two."

Phineas Black's beard trembled, and he asked abruptly: "What? Are you still planning to wear that ring on your hand? Use your life as an experiment?"

The portraits of the previous principals were all silent. Fox on the shelf was staring at Professor Dumbledore eagerly. His wings were slightly spread, and his body was slightly lowered.

"Do not."

Professor Dumbledore raised his hand and gently flicked the hourglass flowing upside down beside him, causing the fine white sand in the hourglass to stop.

Then, he picked up the wand at hand, and a little fire began to shine from the tip of the wand - the fire was different from the ordinary fire spell, and it didn't look like a fierce fire. Instead, it was extremely bright, and people couldn't help but think that The top of the elder wand was embedded with a luxurious gem.

"I'm going to destroy it."

Fox resumed his previous posture and began to gently comb his feathers.

Professor Dumbledore, who was looking older due to days of exhaustion, now had a look of deep sadness in his eyes, but more importantly, he was still unspeakably firm.

“The living are more important than the dead.”

No one responded to his words. Professor Dumbledore's words seemed to be addressed to someone else, but at the same time they seemed to be asking a question to himself.

Several principals in the portraits couldn't help but sigh.

This time, when Professor Dumbledore pointed his wand at the box containing the Marvolo family rings, suddenly, the temptation that had been emanating from the ring box disappeared.It seemed that at this moment, the Horcrux suddenly lost its magic power and turned into an ordinary ring.

Professor Dumbledore's hand holding the wand firmly stretched forward.

Until the door to the principal's office was suddenly pushed open.

This rude and uninvited guest, who was not even polite at all, instantly attracted everyone's attention in the office.But Moon, who was the uninvited guest himself, seemed completely unaware. He quietly walked forward, pulled out his chair, sat down, and then looked at the ring box.

"Are you going to wear it? Or are you going to destroy it?"

It was not the first time for all the portraits of the previous principals to see Moon, but no matter which one of them it was, they had to admit that this was the first time they had seen Moon like this.

Even Phineas Black forgot to yell at him.

"Destroy it." Professor Dumbledore responded softly.

Moon stopped talking and sat there watching Professor Dumbledore gently press the tip of the staff shining with strange fire against the ring box.

Suddenly, the delicate black box suddenly popped open, and a tiny tongue of flame jumped from the tip of the Elder Wand and gently wrapped around the ring in the box.The next moment, a vague roar suddenly sounded inexplicably, but it stopped abruptly a second later.

"Crack-click!" A sudden breaking sound came, and a burst of thick black mist spurted out, but this seemed to have been expected by Professor Dumbledore. He raised his hand and pressed down, and then the The black mist was all suppressed within a range no larger than a palm.The black energy rushed left and right inside as if there was life, but in the end it still couldn't escape the fate of being completely wiped out.

When the black energy completely dissipated, Voldemort's second Horcrux was declared destroyed. The black ring box was still there, but the ring inside had become charred and broken.

Chapter 54 Home, family

"Ding--"

The round stone that was originally firmly embedded in the ring holder no longer had any support, so it rolled weakly from the edge of the ring box, fell to the table, and then rolled all the way until it hit the stationary hourglass. , and then stopped completely.

It was the Resurrection Stone, the thing Albus Dumbledore had dreamed of, the thing that came just short of costing the greatest white wizard of his time his life.

Even among the portraits of previous principals, there were several that turned their heads and looked away.

But Professor Dumbledore looked at Moon with some worry, and asked in a low voice: "How are you, do you feel better?"

Moon looked at the disconnected Marvolo Ring, looked at the Resurrection Stone, and slowly shook his head, "Not at all."

This at least proved that his previous judgment was completely correct, and the haze in his heart had nothing to do with this Horcrux ring.He was not too affected by the ring, even though he had kept it in the buckle bag for a long time.

Thinking about it, if he was only affected by carrying the ring with him, his condition should have been much better after he handed over the ring.

Although the magic power of this ring is not weak, it does not have much power to Munn.

In comparison, judging from the conditions of Moon and Professor Dumbledore after the Horcrux was destroyed, it seems that Professor Dumbledore was the one who felt much more relaxed.

After receiving Moon's answer, Professor Dumbledore helplessly sat back on his chair, and then said: "I have recently studied this Horcrux, and compared with our previous discoveries and guesses, I have gained a lot. .So, I have a lot of things I want to tell you. But...it seems that at least now is not the time to talk about these things."

Moon didn't answer, he just lowered his head and looked at the ring that was broken into two parts, making a decision quietly in his heart.

Before coming over, he prepared two options, either taking leave and finding a place to hide, or asking Professor Dumbledore to try Legilimency on himself to see if he could find out what memory he was missing through this method.

Now, he must choose one of these two paths.

If it had been a few minutes ago, he would have probably decided on the second path while his mind was not too negative at the moment.But now, negative thoughts began to take over again, and he even regretted stepping into this office.

However, just when Moon was still hesitant, Professor Dumbledore suddenly opened his drawer, took out a small square card, and pushed it in front of Moon.

"I think what you need now more than discussing Horcruxes, Voldemort, Dark Wizards or Rita Skeeter's book may be this."

Moon was startled for a moment, then raised his head and looked over in confusion.

That was a business card, a business card of... a psychiatrist.

It has a black background and embossed English characters. It feels great in the hand. At first glance, it doesn't seem like it was issued by a casual small clinic.

More importantly, the address of the clinic is in London, which means that this business card most likely belongs to a Muggle.

"I went there two days ago. She is a very nice lady. Of course, I mean, she is very good at chatting." Professor Dumbledore pretended to be relaxed and said: "Even when facing a person like Even for an old man like me who wears "fancy clothes", she always makes me feel like a spring breeze. I even suspected that the glass of water she poured for me had some kind of obedience potion added to it."

Moon held the card and looked at the string of writing on it quietly without saying a word.

"You know, Moon, I can often see some... old acquaintances in you. Of course, I have said this many times. But today I have no intention of talking about your talent or intelligence. , but I want to say that I know very well that it is difficult for us to express some words and things when facing people close to us; similarly, it is difficult for us to vent some emotions in front of family and friends. "

"At this time, I think that a Muggle psychiatrist whom you have never met might be able to bring you some small help."

Moon's hand lowered quietly. He did not raise his head. Instead, he slowly stood up. "I need to take a leave of absence, Professor."

"Of course." Professor Dumbledore had no objection at all, and even answered very quickly, "Let me think about it. Is it enough to give you a week first?"

"Yes." Moon responded briefly, turned around and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Fox, who had been staring at Munn on the shelf, suddenly cried, flapped his wings, and landed on Munn's shoulder.

Moon paused, and before he could look back, Fox raised his wings and patted the back of Moon's head - not forcefully, it was more like a comfort than a slap to Moon.

Then, before Moon could respond, Fox was back on its shelf once again.

So, is it comfort or farewell?

Moon doesn't know much either.

He didn't stay for a second longer and hurriedly disappeared into the principal's office, leaving only Professor Dumbledore looking at the black business card on his chair with an incomprehensible expression.

…………

In order to avoid seeing Cedric and the others, Moon took a special look at the Marauder's Map before returning to the dormitory.After confirming that everyone was basically in the school newspaper office at the moment, he returned to the dormitory and left a brief note to the three roommates, and then also left a message to Violet. .After finishing all this, he activated the teleportation technique and returned to Shafiq Manor.

It was not yet lunch time, and the Shafiq Manor seemed particularly quiet. Moon put the suitcase back under the bed, snapped his fingers, and softly called Buffy.

"Master! Are you back?" The house elf who appeared from the air widened his eyes with a bit of curiosity, but he did not ask questions about this matter, but hurriedly said: "What do you want? Did you order Buffy?"

"Is my mother at home?"

"Yes, Master, she should be handling things in the study."

Moon nodded slightly, guessing that his uncle might have gone out, otherwise his mother should be in her room, not the study.

"Okay, go back first and don't tell others that I'm back." Moon ordered, then opened the door and walked towards the study on the third floor.

At the same time, in the study on the third floor, An was sipping the cherry wine in the cup while quietly flipping through the new book in her hand that was filled with bad things about her son. The look on her face There was no angry expression, just a faint concern.