Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Seven Horcruxes.

Harry snapped his fingers: "We know two, and three relics of the Big Three. This is only five."

"In other words, there are two more."

Snape looked at the scar on his forehead.

Harry shook his head: "No, I am the child of accident, this Horcrux should not be in his imagination."

"Then he has eight Horcruxes now, and has lost the magic of the number '7'." Dumbledore laughed.

The others looked at him dissatisfied.

Dumbledore restrained his smile: "I asked Rita, but unfortunately she has been busy looking for werewolves and goblins recently, and paid little attention to Voldemort's affairs, and he also hid his past very cleanly, except for the secrets hidden in the Ministry of Magic. Those, and nothing else.”

"I was wondering if I should let him come to the Order of the Phoenix."

"Albus! The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a place to hide filth!" McGonagall bit the words hard.

This large group, long list of words.

Someone more controversial than Snape?

Harry looked.

"Don't look at me, Mr. Potter!" Snape sneered, "Keep your eyes open, I'm not like that guy."

Flitwick was a little confused: "That's what I said, but he does look a bit like Rita, if you ask him to collect information."

Sprout explained in a low voice for Harry: "They're talking about Mundungus Fletcher, a man you haven't met, eh a businessman or an artist? He's loyal to Dumbledore, but he doesn't Unreliable, even less reliable than Sirius."

"He sometimes gets some interest."

"Pomona, not sometimes." McGonagall shook her head, her tone serious, "It's all the time."

"You are too polite to him. Fletcher is a thief. He only has treasure in his eyes."

Speaking of this, she clenched her fists: "He is loyal to Dumbledore, but he is even more loyal to money. For money, he has abandoned the mission of the Order of the Phoenix more than once."

"He's a thief!"

"How could there be such a student at Hogwarts!"

"And a Gryffindor."

"He should go to Azkaban."

This was the most embarrassing thing for her, Gryffindor had a thief!

"But he is indeed very useful. Mundungus has come into contact with many ancient and precious treasures. Maybe he has come into contact with Horcruxes." Dumbledore said softly, "Even if he hasn't, he knows better than us. How to find those things."

"Also know how to find those things better than Rita."

Rita Skeeter is the tiny, corner ladybug, and Mundungus Fletcher is the gutter mouse dealing with the dark side of the world.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​yours." McGonagall turned her head and said nothing.

Sprout sighed: "Albus, you can't give him too important a task."

Flitwick nodded approvingly.

Snape said nothing, he had no dealings with Mundungus.

"Then I will write a letter to Mundungus at night. He recently heard about the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix from somewhere, and he has complained to me many times." Dumbledore smiled, snapped his fingers, and the quill Get this thing on the record.

Harry lifted his hair, waved his wand, and used the beauty magic he learned from Hermione to fix his hair as if he had applied twenty catties of hairspray: "Then check the Horcrux on my head now?"

"One more thing." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore waved, and the Marauder's Map hanging behind his desk flew over and fell into his hands: "You should remember this Marauder's Map I made?"

Harry nodded.

It has almost the same effect as the one in my hand, except that there is an extra magic. After midnight, when the names of non-Hogwarts students and Hogwarts employees appear on the Marauder's Map, an alarm will be issued.

"Some time ago, many students' pets disappeared." Dumbledore looked at the names of people moving on the Marauder's Map, and there was no additional disguise in his hand.

McGonagall added: "It is known that there are sixteen heads in Slytherin House. Although twelve were found, it was determined to be pranks by other people, but four were not found. Based on the particularity of Slytherin, I did not It is impossible to confirm whether these four heads are a prank or something."

Snape was unmoved.

McGonagall continued: "Gryffindor lost a head."

"Hufflepuff lost three heads."

"Ravenclaw lost a head."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Hagrid told me that he lost two of his chickens, and George and Fred assured me that they never stole roasts to eat, and the owl shed lost three of them. owl."

"We didn't find either end."

Harry nodded: "There are not many in each house, but they add up to a considerable number, a total of ten pets." He didn't count the Slytherins.

"But."

It's just that the pet is lost, it's not a big deal.

Dumbledore said softly: "In the beginning, Minerva and I thought the same thing and thought it was some student's prank, until one night, I noticed a reminder from the Marauder's Map that outsiders had invaded Hogwarts. "

Harry was taken aback.

Hogwarts security breached again?

It's really not surprising at all.

"The students lost their pets. It might have been done by outsiders." Dumbledore tapped on the Marauder's Map. "But the problem is, I haven't found out who that outsider is."

"Didn't find it?" Harry was a little surprised.

The magic involved in the Marauder's Map is not advanced, but it is connected with the whole of Hogwarts. Unless the Marauder's Map, the Book of Access, and the Pen of Entry are destroyed, it will be difficult for even Dumbledore to survive for a long time. Disappeared on the Marauder's Map.

As for others, it is more difficult to make this step.

Even Harry himself can barely disappear from the map for a second or two now.

Professor Flitwick may be able to hide for longer, but in the entire wizarding world, how many wizards can match his spell level?

"I didn't find it." Dumbledore nodded, "Even if I looked in time, I didn't find a name that didn't belong to Hogwarts."

Harry frowned.

"And it's hard for me to believe that someone went to great lengths to sneak into Hogwarts just for a few students' pets." The Marauder's Map expanded and became three-dimensional, showing them in front of their eyes, "The most precious thing about those pets is their The relationship with the master."

"If it's for economic value, then you should go to the Forbidden Forest."

“Though the castle is safer”

Harry sneered.

There is himself, Snape, and Dumbledore in the castle. For ordinary poachers, this place is much more dangerous than the Forbidden Forest.

"Well, I don't think most people would dare to do such a thing under my nose." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

"But he is indeed doing this kind of thing right under your nose now, and you haven't found him yet." Harry poked at his words with a blank expression.

Dumbledore was not angry, but was still smiling: "That proves that he is not an ordinary person."

"When we catch him, it will all be clear."

Harry looked at him: "You want me to pay attention?"

"The professors, or I may not be able to notice in time." Dumbledore nodded, "Harry, you are much better than us in hunting down others and finding clues."

Harry nodded and responded, "I see."

Snape snorted, gripping his wand tightly.

"Okay, then let me check the Horcrux for you." Dumbledore waved his wand, the magic power poured out, and the furniture in the office scattered, leaving only a stool in the middle of the room, and he snapped his fingers again .

The stool twists and stretches to become a long table.

"Harry, lie down."

Harry did as he said.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, put his wand on the table, borrowed Flitwick's wand, and with a flick of his wrist, an evil, rotten magical breath spewed out from the wand.

"The smell is disgusting." Harry stared at his wand. "It's like a bunch of cockroaches crawling around."

"The cockroach pile is not so disgusting," muttered Dumbledore, carefully extending his wand towards Harry.

"I said cockroaches," Harry complained, "not candy."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and the wand touched Harry's forehead: "Honey, don't be so nervous, let go of your brain, your Occlumency is really unexpectedly powerful."

Harry let go of his brain: "Professor Dumbledore, you should thank you for being Dumbledore."

"If someone else used such evil black magic on me, I'm afraid I would have already punched it."

Dumbledore's voice was gentle: "You beat me, don't forget last Christmas."

"Is that punch you should be taking now?" Harry followed his train of thought.

Dumbledore didn't speak anymore, even his expression became serious, and Harry fell silent.

The four deans frowned and held up their wands, in case something was wrong, so they could reach out to help in time.

Magic fell on Harry.

Dumbledore reached out, grabbed his nose, and opened his five senses like opening a door. What was revealed was not flesh and blood, bones, or brains, but a complete soul.

Close your eyes, breathe steadily, the transparent Harry.

On his forehead, curled up was a baby not much bigger than a thumb, noseless, breathing heavily, gasping with its mouth open and its eyes tightly shut.

Dumbledore stretched out his wand carefully, and gently moved the baby's arm, but only a little bit, the sticky blue-gray filament connected it to Harry's brain, like rubber, snapping, pulling Bounce back.

"The situation is bad." Snape leaned his head over, his tone was low and grim, as if a knife had been scraped on the blackboard.

"It's a bit bad." Dumbledore frowned even tighter, "It's completely glued together, I thought it was just a symbiosis, just like a mother and child, the umbilical cord links them together."

"I'm afraid Mr. Potter doesn't want to be the mother of the Dark Lord." Snape sneered, "What should we do now?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Let me look again."

With a wave of his hand, his wand flew back.

Legilimency!