A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The gold locket suddenly stopped shaking, and the frantically twisting gold chain lost all its strength and smashed onto the table. Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "click" sound, its little golden cover popped open.

They saw the inner structure of the locket. Behind the two small glass windows, a living eye was blinking. It was dark and clear, and Harry felt that if it was not sealed in the small box, the owner of the eye would It should belong to a living person.

There is black fog in the air. A hoarse and cold voice came from inside, "I saw your heart..." The locket said to Felix who was closest to him.

"Oh? So?" Felix performed Occlumency.

"...Felix Hepp, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what's in that book you read the first day you came here? Don't deny it, I see your most urgent desire, strong , immortality, beyond death - you want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" cried Harry, and Sirius took him back a few steps and said complexly: "It's Voldemort, I didn't think he was hiding himself in a box the size of an egg."

Harry opened his mouth wide, is this the one he met in first grade? He's having a much worse life now than he is glued to the back of Quirrell's head.

The owner of the eyes in the locket is still whispering: "You have this potential, why don't we work together? Rule wizards and Muggles together... and I, the greatest wizard of all time, willing to share with you my undead Secret - Horcrux."

What looked like soap bubbles appeared twisted, and a figure rose from above the locket. It was a rather handsome young man with thin cheeks, shiny black hair, and a tall stature. He smiled affectionately and opened his eyes. Arm, as if wanting to hug Felix.

But his feet were still in the locket, and he couldn't get out at all. He smiled more kindly and said in a soft tone: "Why don't you start now, from this moment, on the road of eternal life... only It takes a flick of the wand, and there are two trivial offerings over there."

But Felix said quietly: "I thought you'd come up with a better idea, Tom. Shut it down, Harry."

"What?" The red light flashed in the young Voldemort's eyes, and if he hadn't been staring, he might have thought it was an illusion. He raised his voice, still calmly trying to convince him: "You don't know what you missed, I've walked farther than anyone else on the road to immortality, join forces..."

But Harry had already made a "hissing" sound, and the next second, the lid of the locket was closed, the black mist filled with hatred rolled away, and the image of Voldemort disappeared abruptly.

Harry's heart was beating wildly and he was panting, and he really thought Voldemort was going to jump out and fight them.

Felix picked up the locket, tapped on it for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket, "I'll give it to Dumbledore," he said with emotion, "The Headmaster hasn't touched one yet. I've seen all three of them."

They sat on the sofa again without speaking, Kreacher clawed at the door and said tremblingly, "Mr. Hepp, will you destroy it? This is the last order that Master Regulus left old Kreacher. "

"I assure you, Kreacher, the locket will be destroyed," Felix said.

"Thank you, thank you—" Kreacher disappeared with a choked "bang".

Harry calmed down and asked curiously, "Voldemort mentioned Horcrux just now, what is that?" His eyes jumped between Sirius and Felix, hoping to get an answer, and his intuition told him that he Voldemort's secrets have been peeped very deeply.

Sirius also looked at Felix.

"Horcrux... a very evil black magic that splits the soul and stores its fragments in something called a horcrux." Felix explained simply: "As long as the horcrux remains Now, Voldemort will not die, and although he will be miserable, there will be a day when he will return."

"Is this the secret of Voldemort's immortality?" Harry said in shock. "No wonder he said he was beyond death by splitting his soul, which is really evil."

"But more than that, Harry, splitting the soul is the result, and the process needs to complete a ritual, killing, stripping the soul by killing. Don't tell me that, it's actually far more complicated than that." Felix said .

"So what's in the locket is just a fragment of Voldemort?" Harry realized that the two Voldemorts he had seen were not the same soul.

"That's right."

"Then if we destroy the locket now, won't Voldemort die quietly in some dark corner?" said Harry, ecstatically excited about the idea.

"Not very likely, Harry. He made more than one Horcrux, two I've seen and destroyed, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." Felix Say.

Harry was taken aback for a moment. "You guys have been doing this? Against Voldemort?" He didn't know anything about it.

"It's Dumbledore who's been doing this, he's been actively pursuing what Voldemort is trying to hide," Felix said, "and I, just at the right time."

"Harry, the world goes on even when you sleep, you just don't see it."

Harry nodded, he knew what the professor meant, there was no need to take the responsibility on himself, he was just impulsive, not stupid. The professor had already told him the function of the Horcrux, so he wouldn't think about it, trying to confront Voldemort before all the Horcruxes were destroyed.

He cheered a bit, feeling that he had one more task in his life. If Voldemort's Horcrux still existed when he graduated, he could spend his life pursuing it.

Thinking about that future, it's not bad, especially this road is not lonely, there are Dumbledore, there is Professor Hep... Maybe there are more people, and figures come to Harry's mind.

He asked a key question: "If it's not one Horcrux, um... Now there are at least three, or four, will there be more, like seventeen or eight?"

Felix was amused, "Do you think of your soul as a cookie, you can break it open at will, and you can drop the scum?" He thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I can't be sure. The book does not specify the limit on the number of Horcruxes, and perhaps the person who wrote the book did not expect future generations to be so crazy."

"Does it hurt to strip the soul?" Harry asked.

"Well, strange question," Felix tilted his head: "But the book says it hurts, I haven't tried it myself, maybe Voldemort doesn't care?"

"Okay," he stood up. "Let's be here today, Harry, it's time for us to go back." He looked at Sirius again. "The time we agreed on doesn't change."

The two returned to Hogwarts, and Felix sent Harry, who had asked questions, to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was still flipping through the papers, listening to Felix's message, and he looked at the locket carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, he wearily took off his glasses and wiped them with a small piece of velvet: "Just to verify the conjecture I got from Hao Qi."

"Hokey?"

"I told you, that poor house-elf."

"You came back so late today, you just went..."

"Azkaban, yes."

Dumbledore told the story he had heard from Hokey, and the story itself was very simple. Almost fifty years ago, Voldemort, who was then a clerk in Borginbok, visited a very wealthy witch, Hepzibah. Smith, who was Hokey's owner, died suddenly two days later.

"There are two things worth noting about this, one is that with Hepzibah's death, two of her most precious collections, which happen to be the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts - —Slytherin's locket, and Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"Voldemort did it," Felix said with certainty.

"Unfortunately, it took Hepzibah's family a long time to determine that the treasure was missing, because she has many secret hiding places and always takes her collection very seriously. Before that, Voldemort had left Boginbok."

"You just said...Hokey is in Azkaban?"

"Yeah, an obvious scapegoat, but Hao Qi herself admitted that she put something in the hostess' cocoa tea, which was later found not to be sugar, but a rare and deadly poison. The verdict said she didn't do it on purpose. Murder, but dim-eyed—"

"Her memory was tampered with?"

"I'm glad we've reached an agreement," Dumbledore said. "Hokey is not in a good state at the moment, and I'm about to apply for a new investigation into this old case."

"However, after so many years, Hao Qi's memory has become a mess. It is difficult to tell whether she was manipulated or not. I can only raise doubts about the case itself..."

Felix also felt it was difficult. There is no evidence now, and everything is based on logical derivation. However, Fudge has just been frightened, and I wonder if he has the courage to reject Dumbledore again.

The two turned to other issues—

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort made?"

"It's a real headache. From what I know about him, Voldemort will pick a meaningful number. Three, seven, nine, thirteen, it's possible, I have to determine what he thinks and find some supporting evidence. Besides, we don't know whether he accomplished his intended goal on the night he went to the Potters' house..."

That is to say, the number is uncertain, and it is uncertain whether this number has been completed. Felix's heart popped up a number, seven, but he didn't speak, saying it was useless, Dumbledore still had to explore and verify it himself.

But he thought of something, "Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup... Dumbledore, will Gryffindor's sword also be a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I happen to know where the sword is, and Voldemort didn't have it."

When he came out of the office, it was drizzling in the sky, Felix stepped on the wet soil, and was still thinking about the shape of the Hufflepuff golden cup that Dumbledore had just transformed.

Dumbledore said cheerfully: "It's strange, I feel that you and Voldemort really have some fate. Maybe you will encounter other Horcruxes in the future. It's better for you to see what the golden cup looks like."

Felix couldn't help but slandered that you had a relationship with him. Dumbledore didn't want to give him the task of dealing with Voldemort, did he?

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