Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"What's wrong with you?" Neville looked at Harry who was suddenly stunned and asked puzzledly.

"No, nothing." Harry shook his head, feeling a little dazed.

He just went to the principal's office, how come the war ended suddenly?

"Hermione... I'm not dreaming, am I?" Ron couldn't help but ask, "Did we really defeat the You-Know-Who?"

"I think you can call him by his first name now," said Hermione.

She was also a little bit unbelieving.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that the end of the war is a bad thing, it’s just… a little unexpected.

Besides, Hermione had a very strange feeling that they had done nothing.

After all, even Neville next to him looked dusty and dirty, with blood clots faintly visible underneath. Then look at the three of them...

Hermione couldn't see what she looked like, but even though Harry and Ron's robes were dirty, they looked relatively clean, and they looked out of place when standing next to Neville.

"I'm glad you're okay." Neville didn't know what Hermione was thinking. He also saw Kyle in front of him and walked over excitedly.

"I heard about it. You actually defeated the mysterious... I mean... Voldemort." Neville shuddered, but insisted on saying the name, which made his face turn extremely pale.

"It's not me, it's everyone together." Kyle corrected: "I am no match for Voldemort alone. If it weren't for Mikel's help, I would have been killed by Voldemort in the hall."

"Oh, really?" Neville was in a trance.

He naturally knew the name Mikel. Although the two had little interaction, he was deeply impressed by the name.

Because in Potions class, the sentence he heard most often was... Your talent in Potions is even worse than Drake's.

Drake, that is Mikel Drake, is a name that Neville has heard for seven years, so of course he was impressed.

But I didn't expect that he was actually a hidden master, powerful enough to use a magic that blasted Voldemort out of the castle.

Neville did not see what happened in the auditorium, he just heard it from other people. Although it was unbelievable, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout would not lie about such things.

Neville smacked his lips and felt that Hogwarts was a magical place.

People were coming and going around, and everyone was very busy. After Neville and Kyle had a brief chat, they went upstairs with heavy faces.

He also needed to move down the other people who died in the castle. This was definitely not a happy job...

After Neville left, Harry and his friends heard from other people what had happened during this period.

The three of them opened their mouths in surprise, especially when they heard that everyone by the Black Lake was besieging Voldemort together, which made them feel an indescribable tension and inexplicable excitement.

"We really should have stayed," Ron muttered.

The final battle with Voldemort, and they didn't even participate... If Harry, the savior, was there, Voldemort might not have been able to escape.

"Yeah." Harry nodded as well.

He really wished he could be there at the final battle, so he could stand opposite Voldemort calmly and let him kill him.

Because only in this way can they kill Voldemort completely.

Harry couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the Pensieve a few minutes ago, which was also what Snape wanted to tell him.

He is actually a Horcrux...

Yes, the same thing as the notebook, the Ravenclaw diadem, and the Slytherin locket... Voldemort's amulet.

As long as he lived, Voldemort could never be killed.

And all of this originated from that night more than ten years ago, when Voldemort was killed by his own Killing Curse, and at the same time, a fragment of his soul was blown away and attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house.

So, without Voldemort knowing, he became his Horcrux...

Whenever he thought of this, Harry felt a chill all over his body, as if he was soaking in a black lake in winter, and even his soul was almost frozen.

He told this to Hermione and Ron, and they both advised him not to believe it, saying that everything he saw might just be Snape's conspiracy to trick him into committing suicide.

But Harry knew that these were not Snape's conspiracies. He could vaguely feel that the scenes he saw in the Pensieve were real.

And after accepting this truth, some of the things that had previously puzzled me now have answers.

A part of Voldemort lived in him, so he had the ability to talk to snakes and connect with Voldemort's mind.

Because in a sense, he and Voldemort are one and the same.

In fact, when Harry came out of the headmaster's office, he was already prepared to face Voldemort, just like Sirius's younger brother.

What's his name... Oh yeah, RAB, Regulus.

Regulus was willing to risk his life for the Horcrux, hoping that Voldemort could be killed when he met his match, and Harry thought he could do the same.

But he never expected that when he came back, the war would be over.

Hogwarts had won, Voldemort had fled in disgrace, would he still do that?

Harry was a little confused. He felt like he was standing in the middle of a long tunnel and didn't know which direction to go.

"Harry, what are you thinking about?"

"I..." Harry looked up at Kyle in front of him, and after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head slightly, "No, nothing."

Perhaps out of selfish motives, Harry did not want too many people to know that he was the evil Voldemort. He even wanted to go back a few minutes and knock himself out when he was about to tell Ron and Hermione the truth.

"Oh, that's good." Kyle didn't ask any further questions. He just looked at Harry thoughtfully and left.

He always felt that there was something strange about Harry, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Maybe it's an illusion." Kyle shook his head and thought to himself,

Snape did not die in the castle, so Harry couldn't possibly know that he was a Horcrux. He was probably like everyone else, and had not yet recovered from the brutal war.

Kyle then went outside to see Chris and Diana had already left, probably going back to the Ministry with Emilia Bones.

The black lake water frozen by Diana was still in the middle of the field, and from a distance it looked almost as big as the Quidditch pitch.

Professor Flitwick was also there.

When Kyle walked over, he saw him staring at a frozen fish in front of him.

"Professor, what are you looking at?" Kyle asked.

"Oh, it's Kyle." Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm just sighing. Only Diana can perform such a large-scale freezing spell."

"You said this is a freezing spell?" Kyle blinked and asked in disbelief.

He also knew the freezing spell, which was only something he learned in sixth grade. It was fine for cooling down in the summer or preserving food, but to freeze such a large area of ​​black lake water was a bit far-fetched.

He always thought that this was a special kind of magic, just like the God of Fire's way.

"Ah... This is not difficult to understand. There are always students who have extraordinary talents in a certain kind of magic." Professor Flitwick explained:

"For example, Harry Potter is very good at using the Disarming Charm, Michael Drake is naturally proficient in the Glitter Charm, and your Fiendfyre... um, the Slither Charm."

Professor Flitwick pursed his lips suddenly before continuing, "And Diana is best at the Freezing Spell.

"I remember when she was still in school, she once froze the black lake around the Slytherin common room."

The Slytherin common room is at the very bottom, with the bottom of the black lake just outside the window, and not a single ray of sunlight can be seen.

"Wait." Kyle seemed to have thought of something.

"If the black lake around the common room were frozen, the students inside would..."

"Yeah, just as you thought."

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but twitch his lips as he thought of something. "Almost all the Slytherins took leave that day. Poppy Pomfrey from the hospital wing and Potions Professor Slughorn brewed hundreds of bottles of refreshing potions together... During dinner, the entire Slytherin table was shrouded in white mist."

Kyle pursed his lips, trying not to look so gloating, "How did the professor handle it at that time?"

"Fifty points off Slytherin."

"That's it?" Kyle couldn't believe it. He stuffed the entire academy into the 'cold storage', and only deducted 50 points?

Was Hogwarts so open-minded back then?

You should know that if you are caught swimming at night, you will be deducted ten points.

"What can we do? Don't forget that Diana is also a Slytherin."

Professor Flitwick smiled and said, "If this incident hadn't had such a huge impact, maybe even 50 points wouldn't have to be deducted. Horace is... well, he is always very tolerant of talented students."

"Okay." Kyle nodded.

Now he finally knew where Snape learned his partiality from. Was it from the head of Slytherin?

...No, why did I think of that dirty thing?

Kyle quickly changed direction and continued walking forward.

Professor McGonagall was looking at the broken pieces of armor of the stone statues. After being destroyed by Voldemort, they were burned by the Fiendfyre again. Most of them were completely scrapped, and only a few were still intact and could be used if pieced together.

Professor McGonagall stood there, her eyes full of heartache... This thing is over a thousand years old, how could it be broken?

In case I need it again in the future... well, I probably won’t be able to use it anymore.

Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered that most of the Death Eaters Voldemort brought this time stayed in Hogwarts forever. Even if he came back again, Hogwarts would not need these stone statues and armor to fill the number.

The British wizarding world might be undergoing a major change... There were already few wizards, and now there are even fewer. No wonder Emilia Bones left in a hurry with the others as soon as the matter was over.

However, these are matters that the Ministry of Magic needs to consider. They have nothing to do with Hogwarts. Moreover, those who are reduced are all evil dark wizards. Perhaps the environment in the British wizarding world will become better as a result.

Professor McGonagall transformed a cart and moved the armors that were deformed by the fierce fire onto it, preparing to try to repair them.

Kyle wisely didn't go over, after all, he was one of the culprits who destroyed the stone statue's armor.

Kyle turned around and on his way back to the castle, he suddenly saw a silver phoenix flash by and disappear at the entrance of the passage under the Whomping Willow.

Silver phoenix...guardian god?

Kyle paused and looked around.

Students and professors were coming and going around, everyone was busy with their own things, and no one seemed to notice the special patron saint just now.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and walked into the passage again without any hesitation. This was his third time walking here tonight.

Following the winding tunnel, Kyle soon saw the light.