Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

The limited amount of light-absorbing fruits are sold out every day, and Alfred has to refill the goods automatically several times a day. Professor Sprout's fertilizer is always on sale. Many wizards buy it back to fertilize the herbs in their own plantations.

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What is interesting is the sales of the hardcover version of "Professor's Notes". The professors found that many police officers and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic bought a copy and carried it with them.

When the professor asked, they learned an interesting answer that made them dumbfounded.

It's not that they admire learning so much, but in the last battlefield, some Death Eaters used the hardcover version of "Professor's Notes" to block many spells and protect themselves.

Therefore, the police officers and Aurors of the Ministry of Magic also wanted to buy a copy, perhaps to ensure their own safety when necessary.

Seeing these big shots coming in and out of the Hogwarts Huimin Store just to buy a hardcover version of "Professor's Notes", many wizards were also interested. Although they didn't know why, they definitely wouldn't suffer a loss if they bought it.

In this way, sales of the hardcover version of "Professor's Notes" increased.

The professors don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Recently, the unrest in the magical world has gradually affected the Muggle world. Faced with various strange phenomena that emerge one after another, the Muggle Prime Minister has to introduce some experts to explain them so as to convince the public.

The London Police Department received a report that a homeless man died on the roadside, and they needed to send someone out to deal with it.

After receiving this news, the police were very surprised. It was almost summer now and it was not the cold winter. How could a homeless man die inexplicably?

Moreover, there are so many rich grandpas and kind-hearted rich ladies in London that they won’t starve to death, and it won’t be a vicious infectious disease.

Thinking of this, they became nervous, took protective measures and forensics, and set off to that location.

The police car turned left and right all the way, constantly overtaking and crossing the line, and finally arrived at its destination.

Opening the car door, the police and forensic doctors in protective suits stepped out of the car with trembling legs. On the contrary, the policeman driving the car had a red face and looked very excited.

A few people rested against the car for a while and took a look at the surrounding situation.

A ragged homeless man fell to the ground without making any sound.

The other homeless people stayed far away from him, leaving a big circle.

Pedestrians passing by stopped to watch curiously for a while, while others glanced at it and left.

The police officers followed the forensic doctor and drove away the passers-by who were watching the excitement and asked them to leave quickly.

The forensic doctor conducted some simple examinations and found nothing abnormal. Except for the characteristics of a homeless man, everything else was normal.

"Huh. No. He died very cleanly, with no external traces. He may have died suddenly. The specific cause requires an autopsy."

The forensic doctor took a breath and said.

"That's good, just take it away and burn it. Don't bother yourself."

The police officers looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. A younger police officer said.

"It's up to you to decide. It has nothing to do with me."

The forensic doctor waved his hand.

Next, the police officers went to the police car and took out special props, packed the body, and prepared to leave.

"Sir, don't go. He was killed. I saw it with my own eyes."

Seeing that they were about to leave, a homeless man suddenly rushed out and said.

The police officers stopped and looked at the forensic doctor with interest, and then at the homeless man.

"Don't look at me, just listen to what he has to say."

The forensic doctor shrugged, not caring at all that his professionalism was doubted.

According to the homeless man's account, in the early morning of that day, he and his companions were huddled on the side of the road to keep each other warm. Although it was close to summer, the night temperature was still freezing.

The sun was rising slightly, and London was still shrouded in thick fog. The sunlight was dancing in the fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

A strange man wearing a black robe and a hood walked towards them.

As they got closer, they saw his face clearly. It was very scary and weird, like a ghost in those horror movies.

The increased fog, light and shadow at that time really startled them. Those who were awake screamed and rolled and crawled away into the distance.

The man raised his hand, and then they noticed that he was holding a small wooden stick in his pale and slender hand, which looked quite expensive and gorgeous.

"avadakadavra!"

Like a devil's whisper, a fierce green light flashed through, dyeing the morning mist green.

They subconsciously turned their heads and saw that the man in black robes gave them an inexplicable and cruel smile, waved the small wooden stick in his hand, and disappeared.

When they returned to the place to check on their companion who had not had time to wake up and escape, they found that his body had completely lost its temperature, like cold rubber, and would never wake up.

They also stopped many passers-by and received many cold looks before successfully calling the police.

After hearing the homeless man's description, the medical examiner and police officers all showed strange smiles and looked at him as if they were a psychopath.

"Hey, man, I advise you to save some money and go to a mental hospital."

A police officer said to him with a smile, and others laughed too. The homeless man could only nod with a wry smile.

Finally, the police officers took the body and left.

"A wizard again? Do you really think this is a fairy tale?"

The wind brought wanton ridicule from the police officers, and even though it was close to summer, the slap on the homeless man's face was still cold.

He had a feeling of discovering the truth of the world, but did not believe him. In an instant, he felt that there were countless eyes around him, staring at them greedily and indifferently.

Later, a group of homeless people appeared on this street who constantly promoted the idea that wizards would rule the world with the surrounding pedestrians. As a result, they received donations and disgust from many people...

In fact, the wizard in black robes that morning was Voldemort himself.

Due to the defeat in the last battle, he seriously realized his shortcomings. On the one hand, he was unable to cope with Dumbledore, but more importantly, he felt pressure from facing the collective attack of the Aurors. This was the most acceptable thing for him.

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In order to enhance his magic power, he decided to make a Horcrux again.

While studying at Hogwarts, he first came into contact with the knowledge of Horcruxes and used the death of Ravenclaw student Myrtle to create his first Horcrux, Tom Riddle's diary.

It contains fragments of his soul from his student days, which he has now given to Lucius to help preserve.

Lucius naturally placed it in the safest place at home. No one could find it except him and his father. Of course, the house elves knew about it, but the Malfoy family did not regard them as human beings.

The second Horcrux was Marvolo Gaunt's ring, which was inlaid with the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows. It was placed in Gaunt's old house by Voldemort, and it was filled with curses he carefully designed.

Voldemort also studied the Resurrection Stone for a period of time when he obtained it.

In the end, he was disappointed to find that this stone was not worthy of its name at all. It had no power to resurrect people, and could only summon the specious soul of the deceased, completely against the wishes of the deceased.

This Horcrux was made by him in fifth grade.

While at school, he traced his bloodline and discovered that he was a descendant of the noble Slytherin. While consulting the classics, he found the old Gaunt house.

During the holidays, he came to Gunter's old house, thinking it was a touching recognition scene.

But the actual situation made him despair, even disgusted.

His uncle was a wizard who was addicted to the glory of his bloodline and spent all his wealth just to maintain his luxurious life.

The Gaunt family was completely destitute, except for the family heirlooms that could not be sold outside. Even so, Voldemort's uncle was still unwilling to go out to work, and indulged in illusory glory every day, complaining about others, and wasting his time.

If it weren't for magic, he might even starve himself

Die here.

Voldemort learned from his uncle how his Muggle father abandoned their mother and son. He was so angry that he killed his father Riddle's entire family and blamed the crime on Uncle Gaunt.

He also forcibly modified his uncle's memory so that he could successfully commit suicide. The last direct descendant of the Gaunt family was imprisoned in Azkaban until he died of old age.

At the same time, he also took away the heirloom ring of the Gaunt family and used the death of the Riddle family to make it into a Horcrux.

Ever since he learned from Professor Sgrughorn that wizards could make multiple Horcruxes, Voldemort had been looking for materials to make Horcruxes.

He gradually realized that if he wanted to truly live forever, he must put his soul in a precious treasure so that it would not be eroded by time or damaged and lost.

Therefore, he set his sights on the relics of the four giants, and the first one was Ravenclaw's crown, because the clue to the crown was closest to him.

To this end, he began to get close to the female ghost of Ravenclaw, Lady Grey, intentionally or unintentionally. Through certain channels, he learned that Ms. Gray was Ravenclaw's biological daughter, Helena Ravenclaw.

The handsome face, elegant manners, and profound magical knowledge all attracted Helena all the time. Finally, Helena told Voldemort the place where she hid the Ravenclaw Diadem - a hollow tree hole in Albania.

Voldemort found the Ravenclaw diadem and crafted it into a Horcrux.

Later, he found out about the Sword of Gryffindor in Hogwarts, so he went back to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but was ruthlessly rejected by Dumbledore.

In desperation, he had no choice but to leave and took this opportunity to hide the Ravenclaw Diadem in the Room of Requirement. At that time, he thought that he was the only one in Hogwarts who knew this place.

At the same time, in order to vent his anger, Voldemort also cursed the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. From then on, the term of every Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would not exceed one year.

Making a Horcrux is not an easy job. Every time you make a Horcrux, you need to split a soul fragment.

How can a tough soul become divisible? The answer is killing.

Abnormal death can make a tough and pure soul become fragile and muddy, but you can't use the [Killing Curse] on yourself.

Then kill other lives and use their death breath to wash away your own soul, thereby achieving the purpose of splitting your soul.

Perhaps, for those whose lives were taken away by the [Killing Curse], death does not cause any pain to them.

But for Voldemort, it was a difficult process.

He needs to use his soul walking in the world of the living to feel the breath of death, bear the pain of death, and forcefully use magic to break his soul in this pain.

Dividing the soul is also an extremely painful process, and the pain it produces is more severe than the Cruciatus Curse.

Moreover, not every splitting of soul fragments can be successful. If the pain during the process overwhelms your sanity, you can only start over.

However, Voldemort was not the kind of wizard without magical talent written in the book. He succeeded in splitting for the first time, laying a solid foundation for subsequent splits.

The split soul fragments cannot be used to make Horcruxes right away. They need to be cultivated in the body for a period of time until the body and soul have passed the period of weakness.

In the Malfoy manor, in a secret room, Lucius and his father were sitting outside the door, drinking black tea and waiting.

At this time, shrill and terrifying roars were being heard from the secret room, and strange auras were leaking out from the gaps.

"Father?"

Lucius looked nervously at his father, Abraxas Malfoy.

"He is of Slytherin blood and has some magical powers. Don't worry, he will be fine."

Abraxas explained.

"Um."

Lucius responded, but still a little uneasy.

"Follow him well and don't have any second thoughts.

Xin, as long as I am still here, nothing will happen to you, don’t worry. He and I are very good friends."

A wise son is like a father. Looking at Lucius's expression, Abraxas reassured him.

"Dignity, money, and power are all temporary and not as important as life. As long as you are alive and your family is still there, everything will come back..."

Taking advantage of this time, the old father was instilling survival experience into his son.

Soon, the house elves came to bring them food.

After finishing lunch and going to the toilet several times, they waited until the afternoon, near dinner, before Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets and walked out.

Lucius and Abraxas quickly stood up and approached them. Voldemort also started talking to them with a smile on his face.

As soon as Voldemort came out, they felt his fatigue, which radiated from the inside out, as if it came from the soul.

Therefore, Abraxas directly entertained Voldemort for dinner without talking much to him.

This time Voldemort used Hufflepuff's golden cup to make the Horcrux.

The clues to the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Locket were all found by Voldemort while he was working at Borgin and Burke's Magic Shop. His only purpose of coming to work here was to find other usable treasures.

They are all in the hands of Hepzibah Smith, a descendant of Hufflepuff.

She was a famously wealthy woman who bought the Slytherin Locket from Borgin and Burke's Magic Shop.

As a descendant of Hufflepuff, Hepzibah Smith not only received the locket, but also the ancestral gold cup. Therefore, she was unusually high-profile and showed off her treasures everywhere.

After getting the clues, Voldemort used his handsome appearance to lure Smith, killed her and took away the gold cup and locket.

Like the operation at Gaunt's old house, Voldemort modified the memory of the house elf in Smith's house, making her mistakenly believe that he poisoned his master.