Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

A human face suddenly appeared in the air.

It's like it's made of white steam!

He flew quickly towards the wall.

"Blake!"

The human face roared frantically.

"Sooner or later, I will let you die in front of me..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light passed through the face.

The human face let out a miserable cry.

Even the white steam has faded a bit!

With such a scream, the human face disappeared into the wall in an instant.

Disappear!

Dumbledore frowned as the face disappeared.

Then he quickly looked at Harry in his arms again.

After a while, his expression relaxed.

Harry seemed to just pass out.

There was no obvious damage.

There was just a moment.

He thought Harry was dead!

You know, the end of that prophecy.

Just saying Voldemort and the Savior would have one down.

It didn't say that Voldemort would definitely fall!

It's okay... Harry is fine.

This proves that things are turning around.

This time can only be regarded as the first round against Voldemort.....

Blake lowered the hand that held his wand.

He just did a little experiment.

Experimental results prove.

Although Voldemort has a Horcrux, he cannot die.

But the Killing Curse will still cause considerable damage to Voldemort in the wandering spirit state.

Just now he hit this all of a sudden.

Just after Voldemort possessed Quirrell.

All the mana recovered from Lao Ba's secret burger was exhausted.

It can be said that Voldemort returned to before liberation overnight...

"Well, this is not considered an enemy."

Blake walked over to Quirrell's side.

Then he moved his body with his wand.

"How is he?"

asked Dumbledore.

"Oh...Harry is a little out of control."

"It's a little burnt..."

Blake was cracking jokes as hell.

While continuing to touch Quirrell's body.

But it's just that light touch.

A piece fell off Quirrell's face.....

Things really are that outrageous.

He just got slapped in the face by Harry a few times.

Quirrell was turned to carbon.

"This is the protective power of the magic of love?"

Blake stood up in awe.

"That.....did you see it just now?"

asked Blake.

He was referring to the steamy face just now

"D...

Dumbledore stood up.

Look at the place where the face disappeared just now.

His face became serious again.

"I seem to be missing something..."

"Something very important."

Blake spread his hands.

"So your plan has failed?"

"Hmm...it's a failure."

There was a hint of weariness in Dumbledore's tone.

"I should find out why he didn't die, and then make this plan.

The current state was indeed not what Dumbledore wanted to see.

Blake risked his life to go undercover.

And Harry almost lost his life.

But it didn't kill Voldemort.......

Just knocked him back.

The pay and the harvest are really not directly proportional.

This wave is actually very bad.

Blake glanced at Dumbledore, who was brooding.

tentatively asked:

"Then... have you thought about the reason why he didn't die?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"Not yet, but I will find out why

Blake licked the Philosopher's Stone silently.

He didn't know that Dumbledore was trying to hide the Horcrux from him.

Or because it really hasn't thought of the Horcrux yet.

"call…………"

The fire door suddenly went out.

A group of people walked in.

Come in first.

It was Snape, wand in hand, sullen.

Next, there is the shocked Professor McGonagall.

Next, there was Madam Pomfrey carrying a medical kit.

There is also a terrified Ronald.

Blake bet, Ronald that look.

I must have thought that my good friend had already died...

Madam Pomfrey was the first to see Quirrell's grisly body.

He exclaimed in fright.

Still, instinct as a therapist.

Still let her immediately focus her attention on Harry.

After a while.

Madam Pomfrey stood up.

"Merlin...it's lucky that Harry is fine."

"Nothing...well, except for a flat kick on the buttocks.

"Ahem..." Blake rubbed his nose awkwardly.

That's what he kicked...

To be fair, the damage Blake did to Harry tonight.

Much higher even than Voldemort.

Whether it's physical or mental...

Meet Dumbledore's gaze.

Blake smiled awkwardly.

"For the sake of greater... cough cough... for your plan, I can't help it."

Dumbledore suddenly heard familiar sentences.

The beard twitched slightly.

He sighed helplessly.

"Ms. Pomfrey, your care and Harry...

"Severus?"

Snape nodded, then turned to leave.

"Don't worry, with Severus' potion, the boy will be fine."

Madam Pomfrey said confidently.

Dumbledore nodded too, and said to Blake.

"You go to the principal's office first and wait for me. You know what the password is."

As Dumbledore said, he picked up Harry.

Go in the direction of the school hospital.

Wait until Dumbledore returns to the door of the headmaster's office.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning.

He kind of regretted keeping Blake waiting for him.

Because it is too late now.

Even he felt tired.

Not to mention Blake who was fighting Voldemort just now.

but.

Only found out when he walked into the office.

he imagined.

The scene of Blake curled up on the couch falling asleep didn't happen.

Quite the opposite.

Blake's spirited batch!

And what he's doing.

It's even more likely to make people think that he has mental problems.....

"I'll give you dried fish, what should you say?"

"No! You should say 'thank you'

"Then I'll say you're welcome..."

"Come on, do it again..."

"Chirp!"

Dumbledore said helplessly:

"Fox is a phoenix, not a parrot.

"You can't teach it to talk."

Blake turned around.

Just saw Dumbledore with a tired face.

"I think, the first person to teach a parrot to talk."

"Someone must have told him that..."

But in fact. "

"The dude is right."

"A parrot is a bird though."

"But I can indeed learn to speak."

"So... whatever it is."

"It's always honorable to be the first to try, isn't it?"

Dumbledore just sat down.

I saw that there was already a glass of iced pumpkin juice in front of me.

"Full sugar, chilled...

"I think you'll need it."

Dumbledore's heart warmed.

"Thank you, Blake, for being so thoughtful.

Dumbledore took a sip of the melon juice.

"It's true that I didn't think carefully about what happened tonight."

"I was too obsessed with the prophecy, and the integrity of the plan.

"Actually... when I actually saw Harry passed out.

"And when you were fighting Voldemort to the death."

"I just felt my...fear.

Before that, he was really preoccupied with planning.

Thinking about the big picture.

Indeed some things can be sacrificed.

B...

When he really saw the heavy price he almost had to pay.

Only then did he realize how arrogant and ridiculous his thoughts were.

Blake said flatly:

"For the greater.....cough...for this peaceful era."

"Somebody has to make a sacrifice."

"The person who needs to make a sacrifice, since it can be someone else, of course it can be myself..."

So.....Professor, you don't need to feel guilty. "

"When I was preparing to participate in your plan, I had already made up my mind.

"Even Harry... he chose to investigate the Philosopher's Stone, and he did so voluntarily.

"I believe that even if he is given another chance to choose."

"To protect the Philosopher's Stone from being taken by Voldemort."

"He would not hesitate to go down that road again."

"After all, he is a righteous Gryffindor."

"So, this is our own choice, and you just gave us a chance.

Dumbledore tugged at his beard and said with a wry smile:

"I didn't expect to be comforted by you..."

"Okay, Professor, let's talk about what happened tonight first.

Blake brought the subject back.

"We need to find out why Voldemort is not dead."

"Otherwise... I doubt that no matter how many times we kill him, he will be resurrected.

Dumbledore frowned,

"Actually, I have a guess...but I need some..."

"Some information to confirm my idea."

Blake pondered and said, "Actually, I also have a guess."

Dumbledore asked curiously, "Oh? What's your guess?"

"Horcruxes," Blake said.

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"You actually know what a Horcrux is?"

"Yes, I know what a Horcrux is. I've read about it in books.

Blake told the truth.

Dumbledore didn't know that Blake was talking about a book he'd read in a previous life.

So, he thought Blake read it from those books that Grindelwald gave him.

After silently making a note of Grindelwald in his heart.

"Hey...Actually, my guess is also a Horcrux."

"But... I'm not entirely sure yet..."

"Did you find any clues at his place before...?"

"I guess there is..." Blake mused.

"Do you remember? I told you about it."

"He once said that to me."

"On the road to eternal life, he has gone farther than anyone else."

"And...tonight I put a Killing Curse on his soul!"

"Even if the ghost takes a death curse, it will be scattered!"

"What's more, his state at that time was not even comparable to that of a ghost."

"but

He just got hurt a little bit!

"Even managed to escape!"

"It's unreasonable!"

||Unless..."

Dumbledore frowned.

"Unless he actually made a Horcrux..."

If Voldemort really made Horcruxes.

Then things will be troublesome.

Then Voldemort's Horcrux needs to be found and destroyed in order to kill Voldemort!

Horcruxes, on the other hand, can be anything.

It can be any stone, or any magical animal...

So, if Voldemort really made a Horcrux.

Then, it is really too difficult to know what Voldemort's Horcrux is.

It's no different than finding a needle in a haystack!

Let alone finding out and destroying it...

Seeing Dumbledore frowning in thought.

Blake wasn't even half-considerate.

He continued to drop bombs on Dumbledore's uneasy state of mind.

"According to the deeds recorded in the history books...if the history books are not fabricated.

"Then...you will find that Voldemort's style of doing things in the early stage is completely different from that in the later stage."

"In the later stages, his style of doing things is much more... crazy!"

"It can be said that it is completely different from the previous wisdom."

"If you just split a piece of soul, you won't be able to reach the point of such a drastic change in temperament."

"Unless...his soul was split more than once..."

Blake continued prompting.

Dumbledore stood up abruptly:

"You mean, Voldemort may have created more than one Horcrux?!"

Blake nodded: "Very likely..."

"During these days with him, I found that he is a person who cherishes his life extremely."

"Eternal life is his ultimate goal.

"Because of this, he will use the method of immortality as the biggest bargaining chip to seduce me!"

"So...if he learns to split his soul and make it into a Horcrux, he can live forever."

"Then, according to his personality, a Horcrux may not bring him enough sense of security.

Dumbledore was silent.

He actually knew Voldemort very well.

After all, he could sort of watch Voldemort grow up with his own eyes.

FFLX...

He knows how high Blake's assumptions are likely to be...  

"It's troublesome..."

Dumbledore slumped down on the chair again.

Only by destroying Voldemort's Horcrux can he be killed.

But now, they don't even know what Voldemort's Horcruxes are or how many there are.

Let alone find it out and destroy it.

Blake, who knew all the Horcruxes, would certainly not be as pessimistic as Dumbledore.

"Actually, there is still a clue." Blake said.

"Huh? Do you know what his Horcrux is?"

Blake wasn't planning on handing over the crown just yet.

Because he intuitively felt that Ravenclaw's diadem still had something to do with it.

Therefore, what Blake gave was still a hint.

"What is the specific Horcrux, we have no way of knowing for the time being."

"However...we... can consider it from Voldemort's vision."

"Professor, you know Voldemort very well, so if you are Voldemort.

"You're going to make a Horcrux."

"According to Voldemort's personality, what would you use to make your Horcrux?"

"Where will you hide the Horcrux after it is manufactured?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up instantly when he heard that.

He has already reacted!

"Tom is an extremely proud man!"

"So, what is used to carry his soul must not be an ordinary thing!"

"And the hiding place..."

"Considering that Horcruxes are treasures, they will definitely not hide them casually."

"So... If I were Voldemort, I might find a hidden place and protect it with powerful magic!"

Blake smiled and said, "That's right!"

"And after he became Voldemort, it's impossible for him to have no clues in his every move.

"We just need to look it up..."

Dumbledore stood up happily:

"Blake, if you hadn't reminded me, I probably wouldn't have realized this until much later.

"By then, maybe...it will be too late."

"Thanks to you!"

"Ding! An emotion of extreme gratitude and joy was detected.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!".