Hogwarts Slytherin

Reggie was puzzled as he followed Professor Flitwick.

He had been thinking about stealing the Death Eater's tower, but he didn't expect that Salazar would directly steal his home.

Reggie felt that life at Hogwarts had been too ups and downs this year.

He looked at the little wizard in front of him.

Perhaps the greatest reward was the friendship of Professor Flitwick.

This little wizard casually controlled a huge mirror to lead the way. It was simply... such a contrast.

The difficulty of the floating spell rises linearly with the weight of the object, and the fighting champion is really powerful.

10 minute later.

The principal's office is here.

This is Reggie's third visit, and there are many more novel gadgets here than when he came last year.

The old Muggle gramophone "Zrazla" was playing, and when the two came in, the Sorting Hat was singing "Hogwarts~~~"

There's some more silverware on the table, and--

Abnormal Fox!

Seeing clearly what it was playing with, Reggie couldn't help but widen his eyes.

stun gun!

Fox was facing the exit of the electric shock rod, lowered his head and turned on the switch with his beak, then raised his neck and let out a happy chirp.

Then he lowered his head and let out another cry of pleasure...

Dumbledore obviously hasn't arrived yet, and Professor Flitwick is busy placing the Mirror of Erised in front of the bookshelf.

Reggie saw this and walked to Fox's shelf without leaving a trace.

He looks like an addict...

"Are you so happy?" Reggie's heart moved slightly when he saw it.

When Fox lowered his head again and pressed the switch with his beak, he stretched out his hand...

"Qiang~"

"Ah~"

One bird and one person cried at the same time.

The feeling of electric shock was slowly fading away, and Fox was a little angry. He hated others touching him, so he gave Reggie a hard peck.

"Ow!"

"Oh, Reggie, what happened? Fox?"

"Nothing, Professor."

Green flames burst out from the fireplace, and Fox spread his wings, held his head high, and let out a crisp cry before flying back to his perch.

"Filius, Mr. Duke, are you having a good day today?" Dumbledore greeted the two of them with a smile, went around behind the desk, and took out a few lemon sorbets from the drawer, "Oh, Want some?"

"No, since you are here, I will leave first."

"Okay, thank you Principal Dumbledore."

After tearing open the piece that Professor Flitwick rejected and throwing it into his mouth, Dumbledore looked at the bookshelf in his office.

Professor Flitwick covered it with a thick layer of sheepskin felt.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, "Would you like something to drink? Filius wrote to me and told me about the problems you encountered, but I think it would be better to explain it in more detail."

Next, over the steaming honey tea, Reggie slowly talked about everything about the Mirror of Erised today.

******

In front of the mirror, two figures, an old man and a young man, stood. This scene was actually somewhat harmonious.

In the mirror, the two of them saw completely different scenes. The old man, who was always rational and strong, was slightly absent-minded.

The mysterious power of the Mirror of Erised, no matter who is standing in front of it, will allow you to see your deepest desires, unless you use Occlumency.

It’s just that few people do that.

The ugliness of the human heart makes people dare not look directly at it, but the desire in the heart makes people linger.

What's more, the old person who is difficult to see again in this life will appear in the mirror.

Dumbledore was completely attracted by the mirror. The tenderness in his eyes could drown any witch.

Reggie thought that he might be looking at a man like this...

Too high!

Dumbledore knew that everything in the mirror was fake and that he should wake up, and there was a little guy who looked like young Tom next to him.

But he can't.

At this moment, looking at the person in the mirror, he felt that his dry soul was quickly rejuvenated and restless. Inside were the most important people in his life.

Looking at it dreamily, as if I haven't experienced that nightmare summer yet.

He knew very well that if he didn't want to wake up to his closest relatives and loved ones, the pain of losing them again would drive people crazy.

"Mr. Duke, do you have any clues as to the reason for your soul loss?" Dumbledore looked at Reggie with bright eyes.

However, he slightly avoided Dumbledore's eyes and said slightly embarrassed: "A little bit, my magic power was once fused with other wizards."

It's not a lie to say that his magic power increased rapidly when he was in first grade because he borrowed the power from the mark.

"What a surprise." Perhaps seeing that Reggie had no intention of going further, Dumbledore did not pursue the question further.

Everyone has their own secrets, especially outstanding and precocious little wizards like Reggie, who generally would not choose to tell others their secrets.

Dumbledore's long teaching career gave him a good understanding of the hearts of these little guys.

After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore whispered: "As far as I know, there are only two reasons for the soul to be incomplete, peeling off and erosion. And when a wizard's soul is peeled off, he will feel great pain and even death. "

He turned around and walked back behind the table: "But judging from Mr. Duke's reaction, you don't feel the lack of your soul. If you want to erode the soul of a wizard without being noticed, then Mr. Duke must be very serious." Someone you trust.”

Rui Ji smiled bitterly in his heart, "Not only trust, but also let the other person live in his mind. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is in me, and I am in him."

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. If it weren't for the accident in Ravenclaw's diadem, when he accepted all the power in the mark, would it also mean that others were gone.

Regis Duke became Regis Salazar Slytherin.

Thinking about it this way - it seems not bad.

If he wasn't the one who died, he would have thought that the other person died quite sensibly.

But for people like Reggie, who had finally been able to have life again, and who also had powerful talents and unlimited prospects, they naturally regarded this life as extremely precious.

Now that the loss of soul has become an established fact, he is more concerned about whether there is a way to remedy it.

"Principal Dumbledore, I want to know since the soul is missing, what if we can make it whole again?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "Unfortunately, Mr. Duke, as far as I know, there is currently no method in the wizarding world that can repair the soul. This is why I personally prohibit everyone from using black magic."

"If you use black magic to torture and kill others for a long time, the wizard's soul will also be damaged."

Dumbledore was right about this.

Most Death Eaters later suffered from various psychological problems, and damage to their souls would also lead to the decline of wizards' strength.

Reggie has just become a senior wizard, and he stands out among the third grade students and even among all the students at Hogwarts.

However, now that his soul is missing, it will be very difficult for him to make progress in the future.

With his current strength, he has problems protecting himself in the current situation, let alone his ambitions.

Dumbledore glanced at him and suddenly said with a relaxed expression: "Every cause must have its effect. The best thing about being young is that there is still a lot of time. There is no magic more powerful than time."

"Mr. Duke, I am not just an old man who has lived a long time. The charm of magic lies in the infinite possibilities. Regarding your question, maybe one day you can find the answer yourself."

Reggie understood.

What is impossible?

Haven't he experienced enough ridiculous things?His existence is a possibility among the impossible.

You have more energy than you think!

As long as you are alive, there are infinite possibilities; if you are dead, nothing is possible.

Just because Dumbledore hasn't heard of a way to repair the soul doesn't mean there isn't one. Even if there isn't, then he will create one!

His starting point is much higher than others. Since other wizards can create all kinds of incredible magic items and extremely powerful spells, why can't he?

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Reggie bowed slightly to thank him, and his whole appearance took on a new look.

Dumbledore was a little surprised to see that he seemed to really accept his situation.

future?

Let's talk about it later.

Voldemort's soul has been split into so many parts now, but it still doesn't stop him from making the whole of England tremble under his name.

As a third-year student at Hogwarts, it may take a long time for him to experience the disadvantages of soul loss, and perhaps his mind and temperament will gradually be affected.

He was not the only one who felt uneasy tonight, Dumbledore's eyes were blurred by the hot smoke of honey tea.

He glanced outside the window and said, "Mr. Duke, if you feel any discomfort, please feel free to come to me at any time, but now, I hope that none of us will miss this wonderful night."

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore."

Reggie nodded, said nothing, turned and left.

Anyway, based on his current situation, he probably won't get into trouble for at least a few years. After graduation, it's hard to say. There may be danger at any time.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fox on the shelf. He was standing on the shelf with his eyes staring straight at the electric shock rod.

******

Not long after leaving the principal's office, the entire castle fell asleep and it was already curfew time.

In the Room of Requirement, Reggie was still practicing the spell.

When the magic power is exhausted, choose to practice physical strength.

In the fight with the puppet, the duration of persistence was longer and longer each time.

The carpet on the floor was soaked with sweat and became darker in color.

Just as he was lying on the ground gasping for air, suddenly, he seemed to hear something.

Reggie's heart moved slightly.

Is someone here?

This is impossible. No one will know the password he used.

However, the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Like a low whisper, there was only a vague "kill".

At this moment, Reggie felt a thump in his heart and even stopped breathing. He quickly picked up the wand and hid at the entrance of the Room of Requirement. If anyone came in, he would attack immediately.

At this time, he felt very anxious.

And fear!

Because he had just undergone a lot of training, his magic power and physical strength were not in the best condition. What was even more unfortunate was that the talent potion was gone.

coming!

"Kill... the mudblood..."

Have Death Eaters broken into Hogwarts?

Or are those Death Eater reservists unable to hold back and preparing to take action?

Kill the mudblood?

Who do they want to kill?

Reggie put his ear into the door, wanting to listen more carefully.

Damn!

The sound seemed to go away.

He felt a little restless in his heart. If there were students traveling at night at this time...

But he didn't dare to open the door rashly and go out. What if the other party didn't leave?

Judging from the "rustling" in the voice, there is not necessarily only one person on the other side.

He could only force himself to calm down and wait for the magic power in his body to slowly recover.

Outside the door, the low voice has disappeared.

Reggie recalled those voices and quickly overturned that they were caused by Slytherin students. He had a good memory and had an impression of the voices of the people in his college.

Reggie guessed that it was the Death Eaters who got in through some unknown method.

The voice sounded a bit older, and speaking of it, Hogwarts' security risks were indeed greater.

Kill the mudblood?Isn't that enough in Hogsmeade? Because of the last attack on Hogsmeade, the school's Hogsmeade day was cancelled.

Was it because he couldn't calm down that he just came to Hogwarts?

If something happened to a Mug student, it would be a devastating blow to Dumbledore's reputation.

If the last time I could find an excuse was outside the school, then this time if someone is killed again, it will definitely be used to make a big fuss.

But as the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. Although the other party wanted to kill the Mazong wizard, if he went out to meet that group of people at this time, he would definitely not let him go just like that if his true identity was revealed.

And based on his current status... a pure-blood traitor is not much better than a mudblood.

So, just in case, he is not going back to the lounge tonight!

A bathroom was created and I started to wash up.

This feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife made his hair stand on end while taking a shower. He tried hard to listen to the movement outside, and was a little worried that the other party would come in.

Moreover, after experiencing what happened in the Room of Requirement and being taken to Gringotts, he now has very complicated emotions towards the Room of Requirement.

"But I've never heard that the Room of Requirement can be used for teleportation. If I want to go to live with Voldemort - I don't want to, I don't want to!" After reacting, he trembled in fright and shook his head wildly in his heart, fearing that this shabby house would really be given to him. Got it over.

Taking a deep breath, "Then why did I end up in Gringotts the last time I wanted to go somewhere rich? Judging from the fact that nothing like this has ever happened before, the problem probably lies with me!"

"Also, after I came back last time, it took a long time for the stairs in the castle to slowly recover. Later, after some insinuations, I said that the magic magnetic field in the Room of Requirement was very disordered when our entire society left Hogwarts."

I felt like I had caught something vaguely, but it almost didn’t make sense!

He began to divert his mind and stopped thinking about it.

He was afraid that if he thought about it any longer, he would not be able to sleep tonight.

If the Room of Requirement was conscious...

"Then I was looked at naked?" Reggie felt his lower body getting cold and quickly put on his robe.

I even thought that this place would be an excellent dating destination, and I don’t know how many times real-person fights have been staged here.

"I told you not to think wildly!" Reggie, who started to think wildly again, cursed secretly.

Outside the door, it was very quiet all the time, and there was no sound again.

Only then did he lie down on the big black bed that had been conjured out of thin air, and took a deep breath.