True enlightenment against heaven: Starting from the proud smile

"That is a very evil black magic, and it is also the reason why Voldemort is difficult to kill. At first, I just guessed until I saw it in person." Dumbledore held the wand and tapped it several times, and black mist emerged from the crown.

"From the previous notebook, Voldemort can be resurrected with these soul fragments, right?" Hermione asked.

Hearing this, Dumbledore turned his head seriously, "Believe me, child, never think about it. Excessive obsession will only drag you into the hell of depravity."

Harry and Ron were a little scared by Dumbledore's seriousness, but Hermione's expression was calm, "Don't worry, I won't tear my soul apart even if I'm crazy."

Dumbledore then realized that the little witch in front of him would definitely not follow Tom's path. He has now practiced the "Magic Origin Curse" and naturally understands the importance of a complete soul.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I always forget things when I get old."

Hermione looked at Harry beside her at this time, "Principal Dumbledore, my relative can solve the soul fragment in Harry's body, but before that, you may need to teach him the brain block technique."

"Oh, this is indeed a problem." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Come to the principal's office alone tomorrow night, Harry, the password is Golden Duck Candy."

"Okay, okay."

Here, as Dumbledore waved his wand, the crown carrying Voldemort's soul was put into a small wooden box that he found from somewhere.

"This Horcrux is too dangerous, let me deal with it."

"Of course, that's what we meant."

Dumbledore smiled, "Okay, next is Professor Moody's problem."

Back to the principal's office.

Not long after, the old bat Snape, who was hidden in a black robe, came with a dark face.

"Maybe you should respect other people's rest time, Dumbledore!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Snape saw Hermione and the other two in the headmaster's office, and his brows immediately frowned.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley, the school has just started, and you can't calm down your restless hearts?"

"It's not what you think, Severus, please wait a moment, the last guest will be here soon."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a sound of light and heavy footsteps outside the door, and Mad-Eye Moody pushed the door open, but when he saw the situation inside, his steps paused slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"Albus, what urgent matter must be said at this time!"

"It is indeed a very important matter," Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Sever, did you bring the potion?"

Snape heard the words and instantly looked at Mad-Eye Moody, who was puzzled, "What potion are you talking about?"

"Of course it's a potion to break the deformation of Polyjuice Potion!" Hermione stared at the other party and took over the conversation.

"You are... Avada Kedavra!"

Moody, who was puzzled for the first half of the sentence, suddenly attacked in the second half. The target of the killing curse was not Harry or Dumbledore, but the alert Hermione.

When the green light came, Hermione, who was ready to dodge, did not move, because the cup in front of her had already flown up to help her block the attack. This was Dumbledore's move. On the other side, Snape also released a spell at the moment the green light appeared. A white light flashed, and the fake Moody was directly hit against the wall.

Scared, several headmasters stopped pretending to sleep and ran to hide in the portraits on the next wall.

Bang~!

Amid the sound of the vibration, several old picture frames were directly smashed.

"Damn! Dumbledore, look at what good things your students have done. He destroyed our home!" A headmaster with a thick beard jumped up and down.

"I will help you find a new place to live afterwards, I promise!"

As he spoke, the old headmaster waved his wand, and the fake Moody was disarmed. The whole person seemed to be tied up and floated.

Without Dumbledore's reminder, Snape had already taken out a bottle of special potion and forced it down his throat.

The changes in the flesh and blood began to happen. In just a few breaths, the fake Moody's face had turned into a black-haired man in his thirties.

"Little Barty?!"

Seeing his face, Snape and Dumbledore were both surprised.

"How could you still be alive?" It was Snape who spoke.

However, the other party just laughed crazily.

This look made Harry feel very familiar, "It seems that the man is him!"

Hermione next to him had already looked at the other party's broken left leg. It was indeed his own hand, but the wound left by the shadowless god was unhealable without a counter-curse. Hermione was very curious about who healed him.

Hearing Harry's voice at this time, she directly suggested: "Why not use truth serum? He should be a Death Eater."

In the wizarding world, it is illegal to use truth serum privately and requires official approval.

After hearing the suggestion, Snape looked at Hermione with satisfaction, but before he could take out the truth serum, he was stopped by Dumbledore, "Let's wait until Minister Fudge comes tomorrow. He may not be able to withstand using truth serum twice in a short period of time."

After speaking, Dumbledore looked at Hermione and the other two, "The situation has been controlled. You should go and rest. There will be a result tomorrow."

Since Dumbledore said so, Hermione and the others had to return to the dormitory.

On the way, Harry said: "I remember the name of the director at the dinner, it seems to be Barty? Are these two people related?"

"Maybe, we'll know the result tomorrow."

......

Back in the dormitory and lying on the bed, Harry and Ron chatted quietly.

At some point, Ron stopped responding.

Harry lay on his back on the bed, touched his lightning scar, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the haze, distorted images began to appear.

In the dark room, a black-robed figure stood in front of the window, with his back to the cold moonlight, "Little Barty was caught, but please rest assured that the plan will not be affected."

At this time, a hoarse voice like a venomous snake sounded, "Of course, I have always believed in you, my ally, and look forward to that day."

Huh!

Harry woke up suddenly, looked out the window again, the sky was still dim, he threw himself back on the bed, gasping for breath.

When the morning light shone into the tower, a new day had begun.

At breakfast in the morning, Harry and Ron hurried to find Hermione. At this moment, Hermione was surrounded by three or four boys.

The two of them separated the others roughly, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't come, I'll take my things and leave."

"You're right, we really have to talk somewhere else!"

Seeing Harry's anxious face, Hermione raised her eyebrows, realizing what might have happened, and wrapped up three pies, "Let's go, let's go out."

When they got outside, Harry took the pie and looked around and said hurriedly: "I had a dream again last night. This time I saw a man in a black robe. He told Voldemort that Barty Jr. had been exposed, but it did not affect the plan. After hearing this, Voldemort called him an ally.

Did you notice that there is a big problem in these conversations!"