HP Magic Biography

　　 "Are there any gains?"

　　 Dumbledore's figure once again appeared in front of Van Lin. Now, there are two Dumbledores in the screen, one is asking Tom and the other is asking Van Lin.

　　Perhaps in Dumbledore’s eyes, Fanlin is the next Tom Riddle, and fortunately, so far, Fanlin and Tom are still in opposition.

　　 "I'm thinking, why, why Tom is obsessed with Hogwarts." Verrington paused and said.

　　 Tom’s voice became clearer and clearer. Perhaps Dumbledore’s words successfully angered him. Fanlin saw Tom’s hand reaching into his robe.

　　 Although it was very vague, Fanlin still felt very familiar.

　　 He also likes to do this, especially when facing the enemy, it will give him a sense of security.

　　 "He wanted to kill you, didn't he." Fanlin said, pointing at Voldemort, then looked at Dumbledore.

　　 "I'm afraid it is," Dumbledore laughed, "but it doesn't seem to be a good idea, does it."

　　 Fanlin suddenly understood why Dumbledore must call him over today.

　　 He is surprisingly similar to Voldemort in many places, but Fanlin did not have the decisiveness of Voldemort, so it can be said that he is not good enough.

　　 "Yes, this is not a wise choice." Fanlin nodded, "At least, I won't do this, or if it's me, I won't come to see you at all."

　　 "I thought so at first, but..." Dumbledore paused, "You and Tom are the same. If you are not sure, neither of you would choose to do this."

　　 "No, you are the one who is confident, Professor Dumbledore..." Fanlin opened his mouth, but never found a good description.

　　 Old fox?

　　 At the time, Voldemort was absolutely capable, or in other words, had a chance to kill Dumbledore, but it was a matter of more than gain.

　　 "So, you haven't answered my question, professor, why is Voldemort obsessed with Hogwarts?"

"Oh, probably, this is a place where he has lived for seven years." Dumbledore said, "You should know that when people are alive, once they stay for too long, it is easy to have a sense of belonging... ."

　　 "A sense of belonging..." Fanlin was a little surprised.

　　 God's sense of belonging.

　　 There is no doubt that Voldemort at this time has already killed Hyperzbar, so, of course, he already has Hefpaff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket.

　　 And Voldemort obtained the crown of Ravenclaw at school, and deceived Helena, the daughter of Ravenclaw, to bring the crown back from the place where Helena died.

　　 There is also the ring on Morfin's hand, plus a diary.

　　Five Horcruxes have been made by Voldemort.

　　 Every time the soul is separated, what is taken away is a part of Voldemort's humanity, either happiness or emotion. In short, Voldemort is an out-and-out lunatic.

　　 Have a sense of belonging to a broken castle?

　　 Tom Fanlin, who was before the age of sixteen, felt it was very possible to see Voldemort's current state, his eyes and pupils?

　　 Obviously, this guy has completely fallen into madness.

　　 "Perhaps a little, professor, but I think there may be other places that attract Voldemort."

　　 "Oh, of course." Dumbledore didn't say much about it.

"Hogwarts Castle, as a castle that has been handed down thousands of years ago, there are always many secrets waiting for others to discover, isn't it. Maybe there is something Tom wants more here, maybe." Dumbledore Said, "However, I am more inclined to Tom wanting to expand his influence. This is what he did when he was in school. It turns out that Hogwarts is still a good recruiting point."

　　 Fanlin suddenly understood why Dumbledore was here willingly.

　　 "So, is there any question, Fanlin?" Dumbledore said kindly, "It's not a good idea to leave Harry down and stay here."

　　 "I just want to be sure." Van Linh paused, "I mean, did you decide?"

　　 "What to decide?"

　　 "About the next plan." Fanlin shook his head.

　　 "Oh yes, I have to fade Voldemort's sight so I can do something unexpected." Dumbledore said.

　　 "But what about Harry?"

　　 "Oh, you and Sirius are here...not to mention, I think it is necessary for me to accompany Nicole May to explore the world behind."

　　……

In fact, in the next few weeks, Harry racked his brains to think about how he should persuade Slughorn to tell him the real memory, but he didn't think of any good ideas, so day by day passed, he Still at a loss to do what he used to do: study his potions book carefully, hoping that the prince will write something useful in the blanks of the book. These notes have helped Harry a lot.

　　 This gave Harry the illusion that he hadn't learned anything before.

　　 "You won't find anything on it," Hermione said firmly on Sunday night.

　　 Hermione is still very hostile towards the half-blood prince.

　　 "Stop complaining, Hermione," Harry said, "If there is no Prince's book, Ron can't sit here now."

　　 "He will, if you listened carefully to Snape's class in the first grade." Hermione said without hesitation.

　　 Harry ignored her. He had just found a spell scribbled in the margin of the page. The words "For my enemy" on it aroused Harry's curiosity. Harry was itching and wanted to try this spell right away, but it's better not to do it in front of Hermione.

　　 So, he secretly folded the page.

　　 They were sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room; the few people here were all in sixth grade. They just saw a new notice on the bulletin board, announcing the date of the Apparition Exam, which made them very excited.

　　Students who are 7 years old before April 2 will take this first exam, after which they can choose to sign up for additional internships, perhaps in (strict management) Hogsmeade.

　　 In fact, Ron has been in awe since he learned of this notice. He hasn't learned to Apparate, and he is afraid that he will not pass the exam. Hermione had successfully Apparated twice, and she was quite confident. But Harry hasn't turned 17 after four months. He doesn't have to take this exam, so it doesn't matter whether he Apparates.

　　 As for Fanlin...

　　 He had mastered Apparition in the fourth grade. Strictly speaking, he just needs a license.

　　 "At least you have learned Apparition," Ron said nervously, "You must have no problem taking the exam in July!"

　　 "I only did it once," Harry reminded Ron; he completed the apparition in his circle in their last class.

　　 After wasting a lot of time complaining loudly about Apparition, Ron began to write a very difficult essay arranged by Snape, which Fanlin and Hermione had already finished.

And Harry was sure that his thesis would get a low score, because he disagreed with Snape’s best way to defend against Dementors, but he didn’t care at all: Slughorn for him right now Your memory is the most important thing.

"Now I tell you, that stupid prince doesn't want to use this book to help you, Harry!" Hermione said, her voice louder, "there is only one way, and that is to cast the Imperius Curse and let others help you. Ask him, but it's illegal..."

"Yes, I know, thank you," Harry said, without looking away from the book. "Dumbledore said Veritaserum is useless, but there must be other ways, using potions or spells... …"

"You are completely wrong," said Hermione. "Only you can get that memory. This is what Dumbledore said. That means no one but you can convince Slughorn. This is not a lie. As for the question of what medicine he takes, anyone can do that..."

　　 "Actually, you only need some chances, Harry, not thinking about potions or Imperius." Fanlin said, putting the Book of Abraham down.

　　 The Book of Abraham, until now, Fanlin has not fully understood the first few pages of the Book of Abraham. There is a discussion about the Stone of the Sage.

　　 "But it's difficult." Harry shook his head, "I can't think of how Professor Slughorn would give me a memory of Voldemort."

　　 "Compared with this, does anyone want to help me finish Snape's paper." Ron said bitterly.

　　 "Perhaps Lavender can." Fanlin said.

　　 "Oh, forget it..." Ron had a headache. He hadn't dealt with Lavender's affairs. In Hermione's words, there was a great chance that the two would cool off.

Harry looked at the half-blood prince’s notes for a long time and found nothing useful; now only the four of them were left in the common room. Neville went to bed after finishing Snape’s thesis first. .

　　 There were only the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the sound of Ron using a feather pen to go to the last paragraph of the paper.

　　 Harry closed the half-blood prince's book, yawned, and suddenly—

　　 "Slap!" Hermione screamed softly; Ron spilled ink on his paper; then Harry shouted, "Kreacher!"

　　 The house elf lowered his head, looking at his twisted toes. "The master said he wanted to know what the boy named Malfoy was doing so Kreacher came—"

　　 "Crack!" Dobby appeared next to Kreacher, his tea towel hat slanted on his head. "Dobby is here to help too, Harry Potter!" it shrieked. Kreacher gave Kreacher angrily.

　　 "Kreacher should tell Dobby that he is coming to see Harry Potter so they can report to Harry Potter together!"

　　 "What's going on?" Hermione asked, seemingly startled by the sudden appearance of house elves. "What's next, Harry?"

　　 Harry hesitated. He hadn't told Hermione that he had sent Kreacher and Dobby to follow Malfoy; house elves were a sensitive topic for her.

　　 "Uh... well, they are following Malfoy for me," he said.

　　 "And day and night," Kreacher said in a hoarse voice.

　　 "Dobby hasn't slept for a week, Harry Potter!" Dobby stood swayingly, saying very proudly. Hermione looked very upset.

　　 "You didn't sleep, Dobby? But obviously, Harry, you didn't tell him not to..."

　　 "Yes, of course I didn't," Harry said quickly. "To be precise, I don't think it needs me to speak."

　　 "Dobby, of course you can sleep," Fanlin said. For Harry using the house elves to track Malfoy, at least this is more useful than he stupidly staring at the survival map. "So, I don't care what you did, but did you find anything?"

　　 "Return to Master Al, the young master Malfoy has a noble pure blood," Kreacher said with a hoarse voice, "His look reminds me of my mistress, and his manners are—"

　　 "Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" Dobby said angrily in a high-pitched voice, "He, he is a bad boy—"

　　 From the tassel on the tea towel to his toes trembling, then it ran to the fireplace, as if to jump into the fire. Harry hadn't fully reacted yet, but Fanlin ran to grab Dobby. Dobby struggled for a while, then staggered away.

　　 "Thank you, my master," Dobby said, panting, "Dobby found it hard to speak ill of his old master..."

　　 Fanlin let him go, and Dobby straightened his tea towel and said provocatively to Kreacher, "But Kreacher will know that Malfoy is not a good host for a house elf!"

　　 "Ha, we don't need to hear about your love for Malfoy," Harry said to Kreacher, "It's better to know where Malfoy is."

　　 Kreacher bent down again, and said excitedly, "The young master Malfoy ate in the huge restaurant and slept in the Slytherin dormitory. He was in various classes..."

　　 "Dobby, for you," Fanlin interrupted Kreacher, "has he been where he shouldn't be?"

　　 Use Kreacher to say what Malfoy has done. Obviously, this is not very reliable. Kreacher is a very good servant for the Black family.

"Oh, of course, Master Al," Dobby said sharply, his big ball-like eyes gleaming in the fire. "According to Dobby, he found that the boy named Malfoy did not violate the school rules, but he always Avoid our stalking. He goes to the second floor regularly, and every time he goes there with a few different students. They help him check the wind when he gets in..."

　　 "Myrtle!" Harry patted his head fiercely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ suddenly realized. Ron stared at him, and then Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She and Fanlin had already followed Malfoy, on the day Harry was injured.

"This is where he hides, this is what he is doing...no matter what he is doing! I bet this is why he always disappears from the map — let’s think about it, I’ve never seen Myrtle here. WC!"

　　 "Maybe the inventor didn't know this room," Ron said.

　　 "I think it might be because of some magic..." Hermione said.

　　 "Dobby, have you ever tried to go in and see what Malfoy is doing?" Harry asked eagerly.

　　 "No, Harry Potter, that's impossible," Dobby said. "There were guards at the door, and Dobby didn't know where they went, so they disappeared in the toilet."

　　 "Slytherin's secret room, Harry," Fanlin reminded.

　　 "But, Malfoy doesn't know how to speak like a snakehead..." Harry was a little dazed. He knew that Myrtle’s toilet was weird and couldn’t be displayed on the live spot map, but Slytherin’s secret room...

　　 "Didn't Dumbledore shut it down?"

　　 "There is always a way to open, Harry." Fanlin said, "And don't forget who he is doing."

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