Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 140 Horcrux
Malfoy Manor has been very busy recently, especially in the past few days, people would come and go every night, and sometimes there would be screams of pain.At this time, Voldemort, the "master" of the manor, was walking around outside the door.Beside them are the "tenants" of the manor, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.The two stood with their hands down, their heads bowed very low.The two only saw Voldemort's feet walking around.

"Master...?" Lucius tried to sound out Voldemort.

"Why hasn't he come yet! I need him! Quick!" All that was replaced by Voldemort's roar. (〝▼皮▼)━
"Horse...horse...immediately...coming...master."

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"If he doesn't come, you can share a cell with the dementor." (｀⌒メ) super fierce
At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

"My master, here he comes!" Antonin Dolokhov ran from the gate and knelt down.

"Please!" ( )
I saw a pair of slender white hands pushing open the door. This man was wearing a black Taoist robe inside and a silk robe granted by the Silver Crane Immortal outside, he was wearing golden lotus treading cloud boots with dragon pattern on his feet, and he was wearing a white jade hair crown. The pole is straight, standing like a pine.With a golden sword in his back, a dust whisk in his hand, and a handsome face, sitting under his crotch is a strange animal with a lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, and ox tail; Stepping on the cloud unicorn.

The person who came was Taoist Lingxu.

"Your Excellency the Dark Lord, what's the use of looking for the poor in the middle of the night?" (-ω`)
"There is an urgent matter tonight, and I hope that you will temporarily abandon the grievances between the two parties?" Lucius said after receiving Voldemort's consent, and after receiving the attention of Taoist Lingxu who continued to speak, "I heard that your medical skills are superb, so I wonder if you can deliver this baby? "Lucius said in the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he leaned into Lingxu's ear and said.

"It's okay, it only takes a quarter of an hour for Pindao to finish the job." After that, Taoist Lingxu turned around and walked into the west room under the leadership of a Death Eater.

A quarter of an hour later, Taoist Lingxu opened the door and wiped the blood on his hands.A female Death Eater trotted out and whispered a few words happily in Voldemort's ear.

"Talk this way, Professor." Voldemort said, but in an inviting tone, "I know that the Professor is a person who involves both black and white. I can give you a lot of money, but you I have to complete a task for me. I don’t know if the professor can accept it.”

"can."

"Then..."

"But not now, I also have a big deal, are you interested in listening, I will complete what you say, please rest assured!"

"You all back down! Tell me?"

"With Your Excellency, take back the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, fundamentally defeat the Ministry of Magic, and reorganize the world?"

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"...A brilliant plan! How to implement it?" Voldemort thought for a while and said.

"Wait for my notice at that time. Get your men ready for battle."

"What about taking it back?" Voldemort asked again.

"The two sides will govern together. The Malfoy family will act as the president of the bank, and Hogwarts will also send a person to participate in the management. How?"

"Happy cooperation!" ×2
"Are you interested in joining us?" Lao Fu
"Okay, but I'm just a non-staff."

Taoist Lingxu waved his hand, and Qilin, who was resting beside him, ran over and disappeared in an instant.

"Master?" Lucius wanted to get something out of Voldemort's mouth.

"Take good care of her. Make no mistake! Or I'll kill you, make Draco hurry up!"

"Yes yes yes! Definitely." Lucius looked at Voldemort's walking away: (°д°) We dare not ask! ╮(︶﹏︶)╭

Taoist Lingxu rode a unicorn and went straight to the Hogwarts principal's office.

After opening the door, I saw Gan Gellert Dove under the light [deleted]

Dotingly pinching Dumbledore's loose skin and wrinkled old bun-like face, saying unbearable love words!

Gan: () love you 3000 million times
Deng: ()(▽`)L(*OεV*)E loves you
mua!(*╯3╰)×10086
Lingxu: (·)s(｀ヘ;)ゞI'm sore.

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"I'm sorry to disturb your intimacy, I have something to ask."

Sometimes what different people say will lead to different interpretations by others.Similarly, when the same sentence is spoken by the same person with different expressions, it will have different meanings in the eyes of others. (Of course, the listener's interpretation and brain circuits must keep up with the times and be online.)
"Principal. I have a few questions for you, about family traditions in the UK_?"

"Go ahead."

"If a married woman has a child with her boss while her husband is away, and the boss doesn't want the child to be named after her own name but wants to give the child away, do you think the child can be named as a child? The child's mother's original surname? Will the child's mother's family agree to accept the child?"

After Taoist Lingxu finished speaking, he saw the two old men who were over two hundred years old with trembling hands, looking at him in disbelief (like Dumbledore marrying Professor McGonagall, Pippi No trouble, Snape washed his hair, Hermione didn't raise her hand to answer questions in class, Voldemort had long hair, Harry didn't make trouble) looked at himself. Σ(д|||)Σ(°△°|||)︴

"Merlin's beard! ×2 Who are you having a baby with? Molly Weasley? Or Mrs. Longbottom?"

"It's not me, I didn't, don't think about it!" Taoist Lingxu hastily denied Sanlian, (!)/
When he forgets to talk to someone with a big brain or abnormal brain circuit, the advantage is that he/she can draw inferences from one instance and even answer questions you didn't expect. The disadvantage is that he/she will not be able to stop and think too much.

Looking at the suspicious eyes of the two, Professor Lingxu continued: "That person is far away in the sky and right in front of us, and I promised him that I will not reveal the identities of both parties."

"Albus!" The shocked expression on Professor Gandalf's face was like seeing Professor Snape who had washed his hair, and he grabbed Dumbledore's collar.

"When did you have a child? Are you too old to be in heat?" ╰(‵ ′)╯

"It's not the principal, it's the mysterious man. Isn't he in England?" Lingxu wiped off his cold sweat and said. Σ(ω; ≡ ignorant

"When did this happen?"

"Today, I delivered the baby." Taoist Lingxu looked down at a piece of blood the size of a pigeon egg on his tiger's mouth.

Dumbledore bowed his head to think for a while, and then said: "If it is an ancient family, what they value is the inheritance of blood, even if the child is of mixed blood, they will not mind, they will take the blood of the mother from their family. The child was taken back into the family. Don’t worry about it.”

"Where are you going to send the child?"

"The Black family, or should I choose one of your saints for adoption?"

"Boys and girls?"

"I always thought it was a girl, but it turned out that it was twins, and the girl came out first."

"As you like."

Harry could feel the effects of Felicia fading away as he crept back to the castle.The door was still unlocked, but he wasn't surprised.

"Where are we going now?" Harry asked.

"What do you say?"

A few minutes later, they were saying "Toffeefinger" to Dumbledore's stone monster.The monster jumped aside and let the two of them up the spiral staircase.

"Come in," Harry heard Dumbledore say after knocking on the door, his voice sounding tired.open the door.Dumbledore's office was still the same, but the window was replaced by a black starry sky.

After opening the door, Harry found that Taoist Lingxu and Professor Gandalf were also there, and Hilbert walked leisurely between them as if calling an old friend.

"Oh, Harry," said Dumbledore in surprise, "what's the matter so late?"

"Sir—I've got it, I've got Slughorn's memory."

Harry took out the vial and showed it to Dumbledore.The headmaster seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a smile broke out on his face.

"Harry, this is exciting news! This is fantastic! I know you can do it!"

Apparently completely oblivious to the fact that it was late at night, he hurried out from behind the desk, took Slughorn's memory with his good hand, and strode to the cabinet with the Pensieve.

"Now," Dumbledore put the stone basin on the table and poured the contents of the bottle into it, "now, we are finally going to see it. Harry, hurry... oh, by the way, Hilbert, you too !"

"Do you mind the two of us taking a look too? Infinity stretch!" With a wave of Gandalf's wand, the Pensieve instantly expanded to the size of a bathtub.

Resignedly, Harry leaned over the Pensieve, feeling his feet lift off the ground... He fell again in the dark, into Slughorn's office all those years ago.

A group of five fell into Horace's memory.

In the armchair was the much younger Slughorn, with thick, lustrous straw hair and ginger moustache, seated in a comfortable winged armchair, with his feet resting on a large velvet cushion and his hand in his hand. Holding a small glass of wine, the other hand is picking through a box of pineapple preserves.Six or seven teenage boys sat around Slughorn, among them Tom Riddle.Marvolo's black-sapphire gold ring gleamed on Riddle's hand.

Riddle was asking, "Sir, is Professor Mellors retiring?" when Dumbledore landed beside Harry.

"Tom, Tom, I know I can't tell you," said Slughorn, wagging a frosted finger reproachfully at him, but winking again. "I have to say, I wonder where you got your news, boy. You know more than half the faculty."

Riddle smiled, and the other boys laughed too, casting him admiring glances.

"You ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you are careful to please important people - by the way, thank you for your pineapple, you guessed it, this is my favorite -"

The boys snickered.

"—I believe you'll be Minister for Magic in 20 years. Maybe in 15, if you keep sending me pineapple preserves. I've got strong connections in the Ministry."

The other boys laughed again, and Tom Riddle only smiled.Harry noticed that he was by no means the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to regard him as the leader.

"I don't know if politics is for me, sir," said Tom Riddle, after the laughter had died down. "I have no background in the first place."

The two boys next to each other looked at each other and smiled.Harry believed they had thought of a whispered joke, no doubt known to them or guessed, about their chief's illustrious ancestors.

"Well," said Slughorn brightly, "you must come from a respectable wizarding family with a talent like yours, that's all too clear. You have a bright future, Tom, and I've never missed a student. "

The little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"My God, is it time already? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your essay tomorrow, or you'll be in detention. And you too, Avery."

The boys filed out.Slughorn got up from his chair and carried the empty glass to the table.Movement behind him made him turn around, and Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught outside after lights out, you're a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

Slughorn stared at him, stroking the stem of the glass absently with his fat fingers.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts subject, isn't it?"

"No, sir, I read it in a book, and I don't quite understand it."

"Well... yeah... it's hard to find a book at Hogwarts that details Horcruxes, Tom. It's very evil stuff, very evil," said Slughorn.

"But you obviously know, sir? I mean, a wizard like you—sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously—I just know if anyone can tell me it's you— So I wanted to ask-"

It was just right, Harry thought, the hesitant, casual tone, the clever compliment, without going too far.Harry himself had had too much experience wringing information from unwilling people to fail to recognize an expert.He could see that Riddle wanted this information very, very badly, had probably been planning for this moment for weeks.

"Well," said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but playing with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves, "of course it wouldn't do any harm to give you a brief introduction, just to give you a sense of the term. A horcrux is an object that houses part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what that is, sir," said Riddle.

His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could feel his excitement.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn, "and hide a part in some object outside your body. That way, if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die, For there is still a portion of the soul left unharmed. But, of course, in this form...

Slughorn's face scrunched up, and Harry remembered what he'd heard two years ago.

"I'm stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit...but I'm still alive."

"... Few people think that way, Tom, very few. Better to die."

But now Riddle's hunger is obvious, his expression is greedy, and he can no longer hide his desire.

"How to split the soul?"

"Oh," said Slughorn uneasily, "you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain whole. To split it is a violation, it is against nature."

"But how did it split?"

"By an act of evil—the most evil of all, by murder. Killing people splits the soul, and wizards who want to make Horcruxes take advantage of this destruction: to seal the fragments of the split soul—"

"Storage? But how—?"

"There's a spell, don't ask me, I don't know!" Slughorn shook his head like an old mosquito-bitten elephant, "Do I look like I've tried it—do I look like a murderer? "

"No, sir, of course not," Riddle said hastily, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend..."

"Where, no offense," said Slughorn gruffly, "it's normal to be a little curious about these things... talented wizards are always attracted to the side of magic..."

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, "but what I don't understand is—just out of curiosity, what I want to ask is, is a Horcrux useful? Can the soul be divided only once? How many pieces are more? Isn't it better, makes you stronger? Like, isn't seven the most magical number? Seven—?"

"My God, Tom!" cried Slughorn, "seven! Isn't it evil enough to try to kill a man? Anyway... splitting the soul is evil enough... and splitting into seven pieces..."

Slughorn looked very disturbed now: he stared at Riddle as if he hadn't seen him before, and Harry could see that he was regretting taking part in the conversation.

"Of course," he whispered, "we're talking about hypotheses, aren't we? Just academic..."

"Yes, sir, of course," said Riddle at once.

"But, Tom... what I'm talking about - what we're talking about, don't talk about it. People won't like it if they know we talked about Horcruxes. It's forbidden at Hogwarts, you know... Dumbledore in particular was fierce..."

"I won't tell, sir." Riddle said and left.But Harry caught a glimpse of his face, which was full of ecstasy, like when he first found out that he was a wizard, and the joy did not make his face more handsome, but rather grim...

"Thank you, Harry," whispered Dumbledore, "let's go..."

Harry dropped back on the office floor, where Dumbledore was already sitting behind his desk.Harry sat down too, waiting for Dumbledore to speak. Σ(ω; ≡ ignorant

"Trust me now, Mr. Principal?" Professor Lingxu said while hugging his elbows.ヽ(#`Д)

"I have been waiting for this evidence for a long time," said Dumbledore finally. "It confirms my speculation, proves me right, and tells me that the road ahead is still long..."

"So you think he succeeded, sir?" Harry asked. "He made a Horcrux? So he didn't die after attacking me? Did he have a Horcrux hidden somewhere? A little piece of his soul is safe." ?”

"A small piece . What happens to a wizard who kills multiple times to avoid death, splits his soul multiple times and stores it in separate horcruxes. No book can give him this knowledge. As far as I know - I think Voldemort Know it too—no ​​wizard has ever split his soul into more than two pieces."

Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts, and said, "Four years ago, I obtained evidence that Voldemort split his soul."

"Is it the diary that Master and I destroyed in the secret room?"

Hilbert asked.

I'm almost sure that the diary is a Horcrux.But this raises more questions.What intrigued and shocked me the most was that the diary had been used both as a shield and as a weapon. "

"I still don't understand," said Harry.

"Voldemort released the basilisk Helbo back then, used it to kill Myrtle, and successfully made his diary into a Horcrux." Hilbert said with a serious face.

"It functions as a horcrux—in other words, the piece of soul hidden within is safe, and does function to help its owner avoid death. But Riddle no doubt hopes that someone will read that diary, that he that piece of his soul to attach to someone else in order to unleash the Slytherin monster."

"Well, he didn't want his hard work to go to waste," said Harry. "He wanted people to know he was the heir of Slytherin, because he wasn't entitled to it at the time."

"True," said Dumbledore, nodding, "but did it ever occur to you, Harry, that if he wanted the diary to be passed on to or rooted in some future Hogwarts student, he would be very concerned about the precious soul inside Fragments are very careless. As Professor Slughorn said, the purpose of Horcruxes is to keep a part of your soul safely sealed away, not to be thrown into someone else's way and risk being wiped out-this is actually It happened: that piece of soul no longer exists, you see it."

"Voldemort's carelessness with this Horcrux strikes me with great foreboding. It means he's probably already made - or planning to make more Horcruxes, so losing one wouldn't be so dangerous. I don't want to believe that , but no other explanation seems to make sense."

"Two years later you told me that on the night Voldemort came back from the dead, he said one of the most sobering words to the Death Eaters: 'I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality.' You tell me this is what he said Words: 'Further than anyone else.' The Death Eater doesn't know, but I think I know what it means. He's referring to his Horcruxes, multiple Horcruxes, Harry. I'm sure it's any other wizard None. But all the signs fit: Voldemort seems to have become less and less human over the years, and I think that metamorphosis can only be explained by the damage to his soul beyond what we would call ordinary evil range of..."

"Can you get to the point, principal?" Hilbert said (ω)
"He managed to make at least seven Horcruxes. They destroyed one, and I destroyed one, sacrificing my hand." Dumbledore raised his scorched hand.

"Horcruxes may be anything, and they may be far away in the sky and right in front of us."

(End of this chapter)