A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 418 Remnant Soul
In the middle of the night, on a slightly desolate mountain.

On the hill stood an old house covered with ivy, surrounded by the glow of spells.Felix turned a blind eye to this. He looked at the dark window on the top floor, and gently opened the door. It was quiet inside.

He passed a dark corridor, at the end of which was an ancient door.

As he got closer, he heard some sounds, which were the sound of a bellows wheezing and wheezing, faintly, like a patient dying.There were other voices inside, fiddling with bottles and cans, followed by the sound of liquid being poured into the bottles.

"Bring the potion!" said a cold voice.

Felix heard the sound of liquid pouring into his throat, and there was a painful groan from inside. The person who drank the medicine was in great pain, and he stopped after a while.

"You'd better hope that your son intercepts that elf, or you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Felix could not hear any response, and he tapped lightly On his forehead, from the perspective of magic power, he saw three sources of magic power.

One was mildly normal, but the other two were... viciously startling.

Barty Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard?How is Voldemort's special status different, and why is Dumbledore not optimistic about this trip?
Felix thought about it, and the sound transmission mirror dangled in his pocket.He raised his wand and aimed at one of the directions where the magic power fluctuations were more obvious. Black arcs kept accumulating on the tip of the wand, ready to go in the blink of an eye.

"Who is outside?" said the cold voice.

"Break!"

Black lightning suddenly appeared and pierced through the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed the broken wooden door open and entered the room.His body shone with the light of various protective items, and he was wearing a windbreaker of dragon skin mixed with basilisk skin.

In the room, a magic barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix could see everything in the room.

This is a humble room.It was no surprise that Barty Crouch was standing behind a chair. On the chair was a swaddle. In the swaddle was a baby that looked like a skeleton. There was no hair on his head or face, and his body seemed to grow With scales, the skin is dark and red, like wounded tender meat.

Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face was a flat snake face with two long and narrow slits where the eyes belonged, and a permeating red light leaked out from the slits.

"I have to say, Mr. Voldemort, that despite my preparations, I was taken aback when I actually saw you."

Felix said kindly, but his eyes were fixed on the corner of the chair. It was a large snake, at least twelve feet long, and it was crawling up Barty Crouch's body at this moment along his legs. The snake was clever enough to hide most of its body behind Crouch, protruding its head from Crouch's neck, making a hissing sound.

Felix's original target was the snake.

There was more magic power in that serpent than this frail, baby-like Voldemort in front of him!He judged the wrong owner from the perspective of magic power before, no, maybe he was right...

Horcrux.

A word flashed through Felix's mind.

Voldemort actually used a living creature as a Horcrux, didn't he think that after the creature died, it would dissipate with his soul fragments?

He had a real sense of Voldemort's madness.

"Take Nagini first," ordered Voldemort, who was sitting in a chair.

At this moment, a black lightning suddenly appeared and went straight to Barty Crouch, to be precise, it was the snake head on the right side of his neck.

"Zizzizi!"

After a tooth-piercing electric sound, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and the sparse moonlight poured in.

Felix stared intently at Voldemort, gasping for breath, his chest roaring like a bellows again.But this is enough to move people, a temporary body made of potion and magic power actually blocked his attack twice in the blink of an eye.

He was no longer intercepting, and Barty Crouch had disappeared with the snake.There were people waiting for them outside. I don't know if Voldemort would vomit blood when he found out.

The white flames slowly emerged from behind him. Felix looked at Voldemort and asked with great interest, "You actually broke the heir yourself. This is not the same as my impression of you... Are they important to you?"

"What brought you this ridiculous idea?" Voldemort said slowly, overwhelmed by the previous two spells, his infantile form leaning against the back of the chair like a puddle of talking flesh.

He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet, a humble elf, cannot give up easily..."

"So that's why you don't have enough people." Felix nodded slightly, and the reason why Winky survived became clear.The flames behind him continued to expand, and when he stepped out, Fiercefire poured down like a stream of water, starting from his toes, and crazily sprang towards the left and right sides.

The two fire snakes converged behind Voldemort, connecting into a standard circle, enclosing the chair Voldemort was sitting on.Afterwards, the flames steamed up, and the dark white matchlocks that looked like chains criss-crossed and woven into a large impenetrable net.

In this net, whether it is Apparition or Portkey, it is difficult to activate it.

"Using Fiercefire to this extent, you can be number one in my heart." Voldemort said softly, he had no intention of running away at all, and seemed to want to talk to Felix.

Felix looked at him calmly, having communicated with Dumbledore, he knew he couldn't be too careful.But inevitably, a question arose in his mind: why didn't Voldemort stop him?Is it impossible?

"Are you wondering why I didn't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry, I can't do anything in my current state, my friend... a few months ago, I was in the Albanian forest Wandering around, possessing those small animals for a long time, all this makes me feel tired, but there is no way, at that time, I was worse than the most humble wandering soul... Only in this way can I find a sense of belonging to a living being."

"Until Peter Pettigrew finds you."

Felix said that from the perspective of magic, Voldemort is the only source of magic within sight.There were no portkeys, no magical traps, just Voldemort's own small but sinister magic distorting his perspective.

He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him, because he had no ability to resist.

"Yeah, until Peter Pettigrew found me..." The hoarse and cold voice said, "A cowardly and cowardly servant, although I don't want to admit it, but if he is still there, I will be more relaxed than now. What a pity." His tone sounded like he'd lost a usable napkin.

"Peter Pettigrew was taken by the Ministry of Magic, and he was kissed by a dementor," Felix stated.

"I know... he's dead, and he won't live for a week," Voldemort said indifferently. "I've done experiments, and I've tried to prolong their lives as much as possible, but the results are often not satisfactory."

"During your days?" said Felix.

"It's just some silly tricks. You need to find something to do for yourself while your servants are all out spreading your glory. Some of my servants... Bella likes to torture people, but I'm tired of it. I'd rather study Black magic, dark arts, they are as enchanting as the deep starless night..."

Voldemort drawled, politely.His voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning, perhaps because of the tone of his voice, Felix actually thought of academic conferences.

At this time, he said slowly: "My friend, open your flame a little, we have enough time."

Felix was unmoved, and instead lowered the flame cage even lower. He had extremely high control over Fiendfire. Except for the scorched black mark on the ground, other items in the room were intact.

"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive my limited patience."

Voldemort let out a snort, "I thought of you as a second Dumbledore, but you don't have his patience..."

"Voldemort, you have always boasted about your achievements in the dark arts, but you can't beat Dumbledore. Do you know what people say about your relationship? He is the only person you fear. The real lesson, would you acquiesce to this spread of speech?"

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort chewed the name in a low voice, and his voice became even colder, "That old guy hid himself so well that everyone was deceived by him, he is a brilliant hypocrite. "

He looked at Felix, grinned and laughed, "Maybe all of you think of him as an old man who can only talk nonsense?"

"Isn't it? He's over 100 years old." Felix asked, focusing on the key points in his words. The words of the enemy are also very valuable.

Voldemort made a contemptuous noise, but he didn't follow Felix's subject. "I've known you, I've known you in detail... Felix Hemp, I am surprised to find that our origins are very similar," he said softly, "we both had no choice but to live in a Muggle orphan In the courtyard, the same talent is extraordinary, but he has to bear the strange eyes—”

"Sorry, I was happy in the orphanage," Felix interrupted.

"I see, Muggle studies expert... how ironic, you are like my opposite." The slit in Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his tone was full of nostalgia, "Actually, I also hoped to be your colleague back then, according to At your age, I may still be your professor. It's a pity that Dumbledore rejected me without any kindness." Voldemort said with emotion. "He always does."

"You must have been naughty when you were young, so that he had such a bad impression of you." Felix said teasingly.

Voldemort's squinted eyes opened, and his skeletal face came to life, twisting violently. "Another, another person brainwashed by him, Felix Haip, I suddenly don't want to kill you, I want to see what he will do to you when you conflict with him. As far as I know, You're not a good talker..."

Felix looked at him with burning eyes, "Is this the characteristic of becoming the Dark Lord? Beyond the arrogance and imagination of ordinary people?"

"Confidence and strategy," Voldemort corrected.

"Okay," Felix said softly, "Then, I need you to come back with me. You'd better tell Dumbledore this to your face. You must have a lot of private things to say."

"There will be a day, but not today, when I will make a moving speech before his dead body," said Voldemort.

Felix opened his hands, and then closed them violently, the dark white Fierce Flame gathered towards the center, condensed into a dark white long sword, and fell down violently.

He took a few steps back at the same time, squinting his eyes to see what Voldemort could do, but to his surprise, the dark white Fiercefire sword pierced through Voldemort's chest, and the flames splashed, staining Voldemort's swaddling clothes, and crawling all over the place. His body was "crackling" and burning violently.

In the raging flames, Voldemort let out a piercing scream, his slit-like red eyes widened to the limit, and his blood-red eyes fixed on him.

"Besides Dumbledore, you are the second person who gave me the feeling of death. I remember you, Felix Hemp!"

He yelled mournfully, and his whole body turned into a kindling of Fiendfire. Felix stared at him, and an ethereal shadow rose from above the flames. He looked like he was made of smoke and had no substance.

If he is in the fire, he takes the flame as his body, and in the water, he takes the water as his shadow.

"You can't kill me, but I will return at any time—" Phantom twisted and howled in pain.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling green light pierced through the phantom, as if hitting the air, and the killing spell had no effect.Afterwards, a silver light flashed in Felix's eyes, and the Thinking Cabin and Legilimency were used in turn, but the effect was still close to nothing.

Trouble.

Felix thought in his mind that his magic was useless against Voldemort's phantom, and he remembered that sentence again:

Worse than the humblest wandering spirit...

But his hand was still steady. This was the first time he met Voldemort, and both of them were slightly surprised.Voldemort protected his Horcrux first, but Felix deliberately pretended not to know. He didn't know if Dumbledore succeeded. If he failed, he could set up a lore trap the next time they met.

At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay, using himself as bait.But his current state is completely powerless against Felix, and he has long been prepared to lose this body, which is nothing to him. Instead, he can take the opportunity to chat with Felix. Bullido's relationship with him is even better.

Felix used this rare time to skillfully cast spells - twisting suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white light, golden flames... One after another powerful magic was vented in the Crouch mansion, and the light of magic exploded countless Bright light.

He was testing the weakness of Voldemort's remnant soul, but Voldemort turned a blind eye to these magics, walked straight through the silver shield, floated above the ceiling with a big hole in it, and said mockingly:
"There are so many tricks, but one is enough for killing people!"

He left a hazy and vicious look in his eyes, rushed to the gray sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a moment of silence, Felix let out a breath.

"Wait until I finish the rune book and research a rune array for you, let's see how you run." He said with a bit of dissatisfaction, but he had already realized that it was difficult for him to deal with Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort was so far from being a real being at this moment that normal means could not work at all, and there was no magic for this state in history.

Maybe this is why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's remnant spirit was wandering in the Albanian forest, but he didn't take any action.

"Magic power... memory... emotion... the projection of existence, this is his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on the positioning of the Horcrux to leave a shadow, if all the Horcruxes are destroyed before he is reborn, Will it make him lose his support in reality?"

Felix wondered, when he saw the despicable Herbo horcrux decay, he thought of a similar question.

Don't look at Voldemort ignoring his many magics, but this is determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of them can do anything to the other.Judging from Voldemort's haste to escape, he must have an unknown weakness.

He pondered quietly until a silver shadow suddenly appeared and landed in the ruins.

Felix raised his arm, and the silver phoenix patron fell on his slender fingers. Dumbledore's gentle voice came: "He escaped and went underground...but I stopped Barty and the snake .”

After Fenghuang finished speaking, it turned into a silver mist and disappeared.

"It's really you." Felix said, staring at a framed photo on the table. In the frame, Barty Crouch embraced his wife, and on the other side was a handsome young man.

He already knew who the spy in the castle was.

Felix turned around and walked out of the house. Behind him was a fierce fire that roared and swallowed up the house. He also threw the photo frame into the sea of ​​flames. Standing in the cold wind in the middle of the night, he stared at the raging flames.

"How can no one advertise your name, Voldemort?" he said playfully.

Felix raised his wand aloft, and chanted the spell he got from Lucius Malfoy, "The bones reappear!" A green light flew out and jumped into the sky.

It was an extremely huge skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python protruded from the skull's mouth like a tongue.The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In the distance, Dumbledore's figure was looming. He shook his head, disapproving of Felix's approach, but he didn't stop it. It's time for the Ministry of Magic to be more vigilant.

He turned and left, there were too many things to deal with tonight, at least, there was still a spy in the castle, and he didn't know if he could catch it in time.Batty's injuries were also serious. The only pity was that the snake died so quickly that it turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information in the sound transmission mirror at all.

Felix waved his hand, and the flames were extinguished, leaving ruins all over the place.

He strode away and disappeared abruptly under the cover of the mountains and forests, leaving only a deep voice floating in the black night sky.

"See you next time, Voldemort, I hope you have recovered..."

……

a few minutes ago--

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor bedroom, Harry woke up suddenly from the bed with a splitting headache.

　Regarding the issue of the heroine, there are related explanations in the top comments of the book friend circle, but many readers have not seen it. Let me talk about it here. The following is my reply to a reader in the book friend group, which is also applicable now:

　　(About the heroine issue) Actually, I’m not sure either. Readers and writers have different perspectives. Whether or not the CP in the outline I designed doesn’t affect the plot, and the popular CPs are not very old, so even if there are CPs, there are many The only thing that is certain is that there will be no ambiguous plots in this book (normal interaction is not counted).

　　When I was writing the book, I discovered that the outline can only determine the direction of the story, but I have no idea what plot to write the next day, so I need to think about it now.The interaction with the female characters is also with a natural attitude. From the perspective of the author, I will try to ambush the pen, but whether it can be used in the end and become the beginning of the relationship depends on how the plot develops later-I have thought about it more than once. The ending of the story may be to suddenly look back on the lonely millennium, or the lights are dimmed under the attention of all the people, or to retreat to the mountains and forests to enjoy oneself.

　　In summary, will this book have an ambiguous plot?No.Is there an emotional scene?Probably none, or very little.Is there a cp?Look at the direction of the plot in the later stage, look at the author's writing feeling, and readers' feedback on female characters.

　　
　
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