The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The door to the lounge also popped open, and the flames spread into the corridor like sea water pouring into the ship, expanding rapidly along the corridor. But a figure stood in front of the raging flames. He was tall and thin, his beard and hair were silver-white, and he was long enough to be stuffed into his belt. He wore a purple robe that covered the floor, and behind his half-moon glasses was a pair of bright blue eyes.

Albus Dumbledore is here.

"Finite!" He took out his elder wand and stuck it on the ground. A golden barrier rose up in response, blocking the incoming flames like a dam. The monsters bred in the flames slammed into the barrier. Not only did it not break the barrier, but it triggered a series of drastic changes.

The barrier summoned by Dumbledore rippled after the collision. The barrier that was originally like a protective shield turned into a ball of golden flames, and a golden phoenix was born in the flames. As soon as the phoenix appeared, it immediately fought with the devil dog.

Once the fight was over, the quality of Dumbledore's spells was obviously much higher. His phoenix almost knocked back the demon dog born in the flames back to its original form in one glance. The flames turned into by the barrier also swept up, blending with the blue flames to form a beautiful golden and blue fireball.

Gold gradually gained the upper hand. Although blue magic flames continued to pour out of the lounge, the golden flames still enveloped all the magic fires and retracted into the ground.

The blue magic fire that was so powerful just now has completely disappeared from this world. Only the lingering smoke and heat in the hallways and lounges confirmed its presence.

Dumbledore looked at the completely burned lounge and the half-burned corridor, covered his forehead and sighed.

The scene just now stirred the memory deep in Dumbledore's mind.

"Young people today are becoming more and more lively..." Dumbledore sighed. He thought naughtily that if things continued like this, the first-year students in twenty years might throw killing curses at each other when they fight.

Dumbledore decided to go to the school hospital later and have a good chat with the "culprit" of this incident. But before that, he still had something to do——

He pulled out his wand and cast the Restoration and Cleansing Charms to repair the places damaged by the fire one by one, and erase as many traces as possible in the corridors and lounges.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Just as Dumbledore was trying to remove the smoky traces on the wall of the lounge, a cry came from behind him. Dumbledore sighed silently and turned his head to look at Professor Flitwick who ran in three steps at a time.

"Merlin, what happened here?" he shouted sadly, "Why did the Ravenclaw common room become like this!"

Earlier today, Professor Flitwick was asked by Professor Snape to go to the Slytherin House common room to inspect the students' personal belongings. He didn't have any objections to this, but when he completed the search and headed to Ravenclaw Tower, he felt something was wrong: Why was there such a strong smell of smoke in this corridor?

The higher the floor, the stronger the smell of smoke, and the stronger the uneasiness in his heart.

When he walked to the corridor where the tower was located, he felt his blood pressure soar: Although it had been repaired as hard as possible, there were still obvious signs of fire in the corridor.

After seeing the scene in the common room, Flitwick was even more stunned. The heart of the headmaster of Ravenclaw House was bleeding: in the entire Ravenclaw common room, only the statue of Ravenclaw himself had not been burned, and all other decorations had become charred.

"Filius, I will find a way to restore this place to its original state. As for what happened here, I need some time to find out." Dumbledore persuaded gently.

Professor Flitwick looked around, and all his thoughts turned into a long sigh, "Albus, is it the Dark Arts Diary that's responsible?"

…

The fierce battle in Ravenclaw Tower did not affect the normal operation of the dueling club in the auditorium.

Snape had rearranged his clothes and restored the stage that had just been messed up. Next, he and "Lockhart" divided the students into two groups and asked them to practice spells against each other.

Halfway through, Professor Lockhart seemed a little thirsty. He took out a kettle from his arms. When he raised the kettle to his mouth——

"Flying kettle!" Snape snatched his kettle away with a flying spell. He glanced into the pot and immediately showed that this was indeed the case.

"Please explain, Mr. Mysterious, why do you carry a pot of Polyjuice Potion with you?" Snape took out his wand, pointed at the tip of Lockhart's nose and said, "Don't act rashly! Put your hands up!"

The little wizards in the audience heard the professors' argument and stopped to look at them. When the word "Polyjuice Potion" was spoken, the whole audience burst into exclamations. Although Polyjuice Potion is a high-level potion, it is not unfamiliar to young wizards: Snape mentioned it several times in his Potions class, and it is often mentioned in the wizarding world. News about growing potions.

A black rope emerged from the tip of Snape's staff and tied up Lockhart in front of him.

"Who are you?" His eyes gradually became unkind.

…

"There are many comminuted fractures all over the body. Some bone fragments have even penetrated the internal organs. There are also large areas of burns on the skin..." Madam Pomfrey was carefully examining Peggy's body. "The state of the soul is also very bad... …”

Just now, Fox suddenly flew into the school hospital, which shocked her, but Madam Pomfrey was a professional medical staff and responded quickly to properly place the two injured people.

Tom had transformed back into Lockhart. Madam Pomfrey just took one look and found that he was fine, but his hands were burned and his energy was a little exhausted. Madam Pomfrey had plenty of experience dealing with energy exhaustion. She gave Tom a bottle of potion and ignored it.

Peggy next to her needs more treatment.

While Madam Pomfrey was dealing with the bone fragments that Peggy had stabbed into her internal organs, Professor Dumbledore also rushed downstairs.

"Headmaster Dumbledore..." Madam Pomfrey wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Professor Lockhart beside her.

He handed Dumbledore the half-burned notebook and the diadem that was almost in pieces.

The moment Dumbledore saw these two things, his expression became serious. He took the remains of the two Horcruxes from Tom and stared intently at the burnt pages and crown fragments.

"It's amazing," he said softly, "He's probably the best student Hogwarts has ever had -" his eyes fell on Tom's face through the half-moon glasses, "-by far."

But Tom wasn't done yet. He put the wand against his temple and pulled out a silvery memory. As soon as he raised his hand, Dumbledore knew what he was going to do. He conjured a glass bottle out of thin air and put the memory in the bottle.

"This is the memory I got from Miss Grossman. I think you should take a look first." Tom showed a tired look.

"Okay, then you should rest first." Dumbledore nodded. He was about to turn around and leave, but was held back by Tom.

"We need to talk, let's go to your office." Tom sat up from the bed and followed Dumbledore.

"Of course, I, an old and confused old man like me, still have time to chat with you." Dumbledore smiled kindly, took out his wand, and healed the injury on Tom's hand.

The two returned to the principal's office together.

Dumbledore stood in front of his Pensieve and poured the memories that Tom had extracted into it. He took a step forward, and Tom followed with a frown. Although he felt that looking at that memory again was simply torture to himself, but for a special reason, he had to follow Dumbledore in.

The two of them entered the pensieve face down...

After a while, Dumbledore took Tom out of the Pensieve.

After coming out of the basin, Tom buried his face in his hands and refused to speak for a long time. The temperature around Dumbledore seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

There was a dead silence in the office.

"Peggy was deeply involved in this secret room incident, but it seems that the situation is a bit special." Tom took the initiative to break the dead silence, "I acted as a bait in the lounge..." Tom suppressed the emotions in his heart and recounted his experience. , only a few details were slightly changed. For example, he omitted the method of his own resurrection, and Dumbledore was too sensible to ask further.

Dumbledore kept frowning. After Tom finished speaking, he stood up and left the office - he was going to the school hospital to check on Peggy's condition.

After a while, he came back.

"Tell me more about the transformation of that alchemy doll." Dumbledore asked Tom to tell him again the details before and after [Senior] lost control. After listening, he sighed.

"Miss Grossman's soul state is very unstable." Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and wiped them. "Combined with the memories you showed me, I have a guess. Before that, I have to ask Please confirm, can you describe Miss Grossman's memory again?"

After Tom repeated it again, Dumbledore sighed again. This was the first time that Tom had seen Dumbledore sigh so frequently.

"This is a sad thing," Dumbledore said with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "What happened that day hurt her a lot. She has closed her heart since then - this can also be regarded as a person's self-protection mechanism. At that time, there was a problem with her soul. Her emotions were concentrated in one part of her soul, and the other part of her soul had no human emotions. The soul with emotions closed itself, and the part of the soul without emotions was active outside."

"I just looked at it. Her soul is extremely unstable. It should have been artificially split. It is very likely that Miss Grossman tore her soul apart and injected it into your alchemy doll, turning it into I have a Horcrux, but this Horcrux is a bit special and can move freely because it has enough energy."

"Then Peggy..."

"It's hard to say which part split off. If Miss Grossman can wake up, it means that the part that splits off should be the emotional part. If she can't wake up and keeps sealing her inner world, then the part that splits off should be It's the soul without emotions." Dumbledore concluded for Peggy.

"But [Senior] ran so neatly, so the probability of the emotionless part possessing [Senior] is higher."

Tom:…

"Can she still wake up?" For the escaped Horcrux, we must chase it to the ends of the earth and eliminate it. As for the rest, let Dumbledore take care of it.

"I can try to modify her memory, so maybe I can wake up Miss Grossman." Dumbledore rubbed his wand. It was not difficult for him to modify the memory, but could he change Miss Grossman's personality? Awakening depends on luck. After all, she had hidden that memory herself.

The discussion of Peggy comes to an end, and now Tom and Dumbledore have a more difficult problem before them.

"Those...two items, have you seen them?" Tom was referring to Riddle's diary and the Ravenclaw diadem.

"seen it already."

"Almost no one knows that Voldemort was once called Tom Riddle, and that I personally taught him fifty years ago. He disappeared after leaving school, and occasionally news about him came back, even if it was only half true. It was shocking enough. When Voldemort finally appeared, almost no one connected him with Tom Riddle." Dumbledore told Tom about that past event.

The wizards in the British wizarding world have never faced Grindelwald head-on, so they are afraid of Voldemort. However, while fearing Voldemort, no one had ever considered this question: Where did Voldemort come from?

He seemed to have jumped out of a crack in the stone. No one knew his past, and no one wanted to know.

They only know that this is the most terrifying dark wizard.

Peggy's setting has actually been foreshadowed for a long time. When she was choosing a wand for her in Diagon Alley, Peggy's wand was an extremely incongruous elderberry and phoenix feather, which hinted at the problem with her, the sense of fragmentation.

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