Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

Sirius' eyes lit up when Mrs. Weasley said she would take the whole family to spend Christmas at Black's old house.

He really likes the lively atmosphere.

After a simple breakfast, everyone went back to their room to sleep.

Godric led Harry back to the bedroom.

"Harry."

Hearing Godric's voice, Harry looked up. He looked like a shattered doll that would shatter when pushed.

"What? Are you still suspecting that you are a snake?" Godric pulled him to sit down, looking at Harry gently.

"I..." Harry hesitated to say a word, then closed his mouth again. He lowered his head timidly, not daring to face Godric. He obviously wanted to tell him all his troubles, but he just thought of He still felt the horror of being told all his secrets, the fear of seeing the disgust in Godric's eyes.

"Harry." Godric whispered Harry's name. "You know, you're not a snake, and it's even more impossible to hurt Mr. Weasley, that's not you!"

Harry shook his head. He didn't know how to tell Godric how he felt. He opened his mouth and could only breathe heavily, but he couldn't explain the fear in his heart.

"Harry."

Hearing Godric's helpless tone, Harry could only force himself to raise his head, and said to him, "You must be very tired, take a rest."

"What about you?" Godric asked calmly.

Harry didn't want to sleep, and now he was afraid that he would fall asleep, he was afraid that he would turn into a snake in his sleep, and suddenly attack Godric, what if he turned into a snake and hurt the people around him?

Obviously this sounds absurd, but he just couldn't restrain his fear.

"Professor Snape is teaching you Occlumency, isn't he?" Godric continued.

Harry shook his head, he didn't want to chat, he didn't want to talk to Godric, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he wouldn't be able to control his fear, and it wouldn't sound fun at all to express those ridiculous and absurd worries in his heart.

"You ought to get some rest, Feeney, you've just come from St. Mungo's."

Harry was on the verge of tears, and he wanted to get away from everything, not to talk about anything that made him feel uncomfortable.

He heard Godric sigh in pity.

"Harry, they don't want to tell you."

"What? Don't tell me what?" Harry blinked, his emerald green eyes shrouded in mist.

"I don't know whether I should tell you, but if you feel that you hurt Mr. Weasley, or if you feel that you are possessed by Voldemort, maybe it is right to tell you the truth."

Harry heard his own weeping voice question sharply, "What the hell are you hiding from me? Dumbledore? Sirius? Anyone else?"

"Horcruxes," Godric said. "Harry, you are Voldemort's Horcrux."

"Horcruxes?" Harry whispered, sleepwalking. "What is a Horcrux?"

So, Harry heard Godric tell him about the Horcrux in the calmest, calmest manner.

"You too, Harry, you are one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and so is the snake, and you all have a piece of Voldemort's soul in you."

"What does that mean?" Harry felt his heart beating slowly inside his chest and he could hear it, muffled, inarticulate.

"He can get into your mind, control you, interfere with you, trick or torture you by making you see scenes he wants you to see, such as leading you to see a snake attacking Mr Weasley."

Godric looked at Harry with pity: "He knows your relationship with the Weasleys, maybe he regrets not being able to trick Sirius out, he originally wanted you to witness Mr Weasley's death, after all he At the same time, the Death Eaters were dispatched."

Harry shook his head in disbelief, "Why?"

"Because he knows what kind of person you are, Harry." Godric reached out a hand and touched the water stains in the corners of Harry's eyes. "You are a kind and sincere person, and you have a gentle and considerate heart. If you see Mr. Weasley die, it will undoubtedly make you feel boundless guilt."

"Don't argue, Harry," Godric said. "You're already like this, aren't you? You're guilty, you're afraid, you think it's your fault that Mr. Weasley was hurt, you think you hurt him, because you empathized with Voldemort's snake at that moment, and you feel that you are The snake! But you are not!"

Harry's mouth grew so wide that he forgot to breathe.

"You are yourself, you are Harry Potter, you are not a snake, and you are not Voldemort! You can't let his plot succeed, and misunderstand yourself as a dangerous and terrifying existence. You can't bow to Voldemort, Harry .”

Harry trembled and said: "But, what should I do? What can I do? I'm afraid that one day I won't be myself, you don't know, when I was in the headmaster's office, I looked at Dumbledore, and I even thought The urge to bite his neck off! I actually thought of hurting Professor Dumbledore! I can't believe it, I can't accept it, why would I have such an idea."

"Then resist, Harry." Godric said firmly to Harry, grabbing Harry's shoulders with both hands. "Don't admit defeat, go to resist, what he has, whether it's a conspiracy or a design, if he dares to enter your mind, then, Harry, drive him out of your mind!"

"is it okay?"

"You can, you can do it, you beat him."

"That's what my mother did, not me!" Harry wanted to shout loudly, but looking at Godric's eyes, reflecting his broken face, his voice was just a whisper of grief when it reached his mouth.

"Yeah, Lily didn't compromise. She defeated the most terrifying dark wizard in the world because of her love for you. Harry, are you going to give up like this?"

Godric asked Harry, "Are you going to throw in the towel? Just let that guy take over your mind, let him use your body, your hands, to hurt the people you love?"

"Think of Ron and Hermione, think of Sirius and me, and Ginny... everyone... Harry, do you want to watch Voldemort hurt someone you love?"

"I do not want to!"

"Then don't let him control your mind!"

Harry was silent, his mind was literally blank.

"Occlumency, Harry, empty all your minds! Including that guy," Godric assured Harry. "Your mind is your own, don't let another person appear in your mind."

Harry wiped away his tears and said, "Did I learn Occlumency so no one would be hurt by Voldemort?"

"At least you won't suspect that you are a snake, Harry." Godric smiled brightly, and tapped Harry's forehead with his finger. "And, an ugly thing without a nose, that sounds worse than a snake."

"Yeah...it was worse..." Harry tried to curl his mouth.

"So, what is the first essence of Occlumency?"

"Empty your mind?"

"Yes, Harry." Godric responded with a smile. "Empty all thoughts, don't think about anything, then close your eyes..."

Harry followed Godric's words and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, Harry, good night..."

This was probably the most comfortable sleep Harry had had since the beginning of school. There were no nightmares, not even any dreams at all. After waking up, it was already past lunch.

He felt that his mind was sober as never before, and his mood was also unusually calm.

What a good night wish.