Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Thoughts invaded the little baby's brain.

Dumbledore didn't find anything, his little head was empty, or in other words, this baby-like soul had no brains.

There was only a green light and a miserable cry.

This scene is played repeatedly.

There is no more useful information.

Dumbledore drew back his wand and flicked Flitwick's.

Harry's open face closed and turned like a Rubik's Cube, returning to its previous appearance.

The last magical breath was cut off.

Snape pushed Dumbledore aside, took out a few bottles of potions and stuffed them into Harry's mouth: "Drink it now."

Harry poured bottle after bottle into his mouth.

The last bottle of bitter gourd-flavored potion entered his mouth, and he burped: "What are these?"

"The potion that stabilizes your soul." Snape waved his wand, and the Vanishing Curse disappeared all the bottles—this is the difference between potions masters and ordinary pharmacists, there is no need to worry about the cost of glass bottles, "Ah Si used black magic on you."

"Don't worry, I'm gentle." Dumbledore returned the wand to Flitwick, "Try to avoid hurting your soul, and with Snape around, you won't have any problems."

Harry nodded his head and put his hands on his features, and now he had a feeling that his mouth, nose and eyes were going to be crumbling, and his eyes wandered to the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore awkwardly hid his hands behind his back.

"Found what?" Harry asked cautiously, holding his mouth.

"Your mouth won't fall, don't do such a disgusting stupid move." Snape clicked his head and turned his head away. He beckoned, and the chair flew towards him.

Dumbledore also invited a stool to sit down, with a sad tone: "It's worse."

"Voldemort's Horcrux is so deeply connected to you, I thought it was symbiotic, but it turned out to be parasitic, and it took root in your soul."

"But the good news is that it is still a separate entity with an independent soul."

Harry nodded: "So you can actually cast a death curse on that horcrux to clear it? It's just that you can't save it and peek into its memory."

"I've seen its memory." Dumbledore interrupted him.

Harry didn't show any expression or fluctuations in his expression.

Dumbledore went on to say: "As Voldemort's last Horcrux, there is nothing in it, only the night of the accident, it may be the Killing Curse released by itself, or it may be the Killing Curse rebounded by Lily's protective magic. The shadow of the curse."

"Nothing?" Harry was taken aback.

Horcruxes are not that clean.

No matter the diary or the resurrection stone, they all show that they are almost a complete person.

"It's easy to explain." Dumbledore put his wand back in his robes, and pulled out a jar of cockroach piles, "The Horcrux on your head was an accident, and Voldemort didn't intend to have a superfluous Horcrux on you. "

"So he didn't have time to allocate a qualified soul, and he didn't even know that he had allocated a soul."

"That's the only good news."

"It's too weak to give you some of the powers Voldemort has, but it doesn't affect you."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked grateful, and Snape couldn't help showing a look of lingering fear.

It never occurred to anyone that Harry had a Horcrux in his head.

If this piece of Horcrux had self-awareness, even if it was only a little bit, and had even a sliver of thinking ability, what would happen to Harry now, and even whether Harry Potter would still be alive would be a big question. question.

This is their fault.

They can only say one thing now, but fortunately there is no such thing.

"So what are the other five Horcruxes, where are they, and there is still no result?" Harry summed up the most critical conclusion from his lengthy speech.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes."

Harry sighed, and put forward his own thoughts again: "You said that this piece of Horcrux is still a separate entity, then cast a death curse on it and get rid of it directly"

Snape couldn't sit still and interrupted him: "Mr. Potter, you are already in the fifth grade, don't be so naive!"

"Get rid of this monster smell on you!"

He wanted to continue cursing, but the white-bearded old man put the jar on the table beside him, cleared his throat, and interrupted the cursing.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head. "A person's soul is too fragile, and the Killing Curse is too evil and powerful. Even if it's just breath, it will have a huge impact on the soul."

"Only someone who can't hurt you can recite the death curse on you, and the Horcrux can be solved."

Harry said blankly, "You mean Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Let me guess, what kind of genius idea did you come up with?" Harry clapped his hands, his tone dull, "Could it be that you want to resurrect Voldemort and let him treat me while my mother's spell is still there?" Say a killing spell."

"Oh, and I've got to get my head in so his Killing Curse hits my head just enough to hit his own Horcrux."

"Because of the effect of my mother's spell, he can't hurt me."

"But the Death Curse will work again, not on me, but on himself."

Harry spread his palms, simulating the sound of a firework exploding: "Bang, so Tom Riddle killed Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore nodded: "Why not?"

"You really are the smartest person in the world." Harry sneered.

Snape stood up, drew out his wand, and pointed it at him: "Albus, don't move, let me check you, just like you did to Mr Potter, let's see what's going on in your mind have what?"

"I bet a hundred Galleons." Flitwick shook his head too, "Fudge couldn't even think of such an idea."

Sprout said with a concerned tone: "Albus, are you too tired recently, take a good rest for a few days."

"This is a very safe method." Dumbledore explained patiently.

"Where is it safe to bring Voldemort back to life?" Harry shook his head.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Tell Harry to face the Killing Curse, Albus, why don't you go?"

"If my death could kill Voldemort, I think I would be very happy." Dumbledore replied softly, but firmly.

McGonagall shook her head: "Albus, maybe your thinking is right, but I think, I hope, Harry is safer, and now the wizarding world can't afford another resurrection of You-Know-Who."

Dumbledore was still ready to continue persuading.

Harry said: "If Voldemort has to be resurrected just to solve the Horcrux on my head, I don't think it is necessary."

"Although Voldemort may very well cast the Killing Curse on me in an attempt to kill me, the Boy-Who-Lived who escaped Avada Kedavra."

"But it's also possible that he'll get a little smarter and use the Transfiguration Charm, or something, or even have a Death Eater stab me to death with a sword."

"I don't want to focus everything on such illusory things."

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Although the Horcrux will be resurrected, one of the conditions for resurrection is that the Horcrux must have that awareness?" Harry continued, "If it doesn't realize it, then it will always be a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes."

"After the other horcruxes are dealt with, let this horcrux lie in my head all the time, anyway, it doesn't have any cognition." Harry made a decision, "Wait a few hundred years for me, enough to live Afterwards, let Hermione kill the Horcrux with a Killing Curse, so you don't have to worry about its impact."

"Hundreds of years?" Snape sneered, "Potters have never been long-lived people."

"At least there will always be Potter," Harry retorted.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Harry, Severus, don't worry, since I don't want to use that method, I will try other methods."

"Harry is right. Horcruxes are very difficult to revive. It needs a huge vitality."

Having said that, he stopped abruptly, and looked at Harry.

"Pet?" The two of them said in unison.

Several other deans reacted belatedly.

Dumbledore frowned: "Perhaps, there is a Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, and there is also a Death Eater hiding there. He is planning to resurrect Voldemort, and in order not to attract attention, he will attack those pets. "

"With Voldemort's means, he can indeed hide a space."

He looked at Snape.

The young Death Eater shook his head: "No one has contacted me."

"Looks like the Death Eater doesn't trust me."

"Not necessarily Death Eaters." Dumbledore shook his head, "It's just a guess with me, Harry."

"It seems that we have to revisit our student days recently and explore Hogwarts."

Harry emphasized: "I am a student now."

"The Marauder's Map is very detailed, and all the secret passages and chambers I know are on it." Dumbledore said softly, "It's complete, there's no place to hide it, Harry."

"I'll ask Gryffindor." Harry nodded, implying that he didn't know if there was anything missing on the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore raised his hand and picked up the jar piled with cockroaches: "Dear professors, we have to pay more attention to this matter, there may be a Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, ready to be resurrected at any time. "

Harry reached out suddenly, took out his wand, and with a flick of his hand, opened the window.

"Cockroaches are coming!"

With a whoosh, several dark creatures flew in through the window, and under Harry's command, they sank into the jar full of cockroaches with a whoosh.

Click click click.

Cockroaches and cockroach candy are mixed together, and after several times of crawling and folding, it is impossible to tell which is sugar and which is real cockroach.

Dumbledore stared blankly at the pot in his hand.

He swallowed hard.

He struggled to put the jar down, snapped his fingers cruelly, and the jar disappeared completely: "Harry, this is not acceptable, it's disgusting."

"You know disgusting." Snape couldn't help but speak.

Harry said blankly, "Professor, I'm just reminding you that maybe there are real cockroaches in the jar?"