I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 207: Appearance is the key to combat effectiveness!

"No~" Dumbledore also gradually suppressed the smile on his face, "He has other things to deal with."

"Really?" Owen seemed a little disappointed. He said in a sighing tone: "My grandpa still can't forget the chocolate factory on the Black Pearl in Alice's Dreamland!"

"Did he take Bella King Arthur to work in the chocolate factory?"

Owen spreads his hands. ┓(`)┏

It's a pity that the people around him looked at him in surprise.

No one can understand his plot.

"Um - forget it, you won't understand this joke."

He said, and then handed the object in his other hand, Salazar's locket, to Dumbledore.

"I found one more thing, and the elimination of Voldemort is just around the corner." He said in a relaxed tone with the corners of his mouth raised.

"This is--"

The old principal's face darkened, and he quickly walked forward and took the locket in his hand.

He looked at the silverware in his hand. It was a brown gem on the surface, covered with magical inscriptions under the gem, and there was a dark green snake in the center, which seemed to be alive.

There was a burst of cold and evil magic in the hand holding the locket.

No need to guess too much.

This must be Voldemort's Horcrux.

"It belongs to him." The principal looked at it carefully. "Where did you find it?"

"Strictly speaking, Regulus, Sirius' younger brother, should have stolen it from Voldemort. As for where he stole it from, ask the house-elf." Owen said flatly.

Dumbledore was not directly told the whole story.

"What?" Sirius on the side said excitedly: "My brother stole his things from Voldemort?"

"This is impossible. He is just like my mother who engraved the idea of ​​pure blood into her blood. He is a Death Eater. How could he betray Voldemort?"

"Betrayal? No more than two Death Eaters are truly loyal to Voldemort."

"There has never been any betrayal without loyalty."

Owen did not explain too much, but looked directly at Dumbledore, "This Horcrux should not be worth deceiving."

"It is estimated that Senior Tom made it during the First Wizarding War. At that time, he was already hopeless."

"Indeed." Dumbledore raised his blue eyes and stared at Owen, "But what I want to correct is that it is not deception. I think it should be called 'give him another chance'."

"Ah, that's right." Owen pursed his lips and babbled up and down.

You've fooled yourself into this.

"But it's not easy to destroy. Horcruxes are very powerful spells, and objects protected by them will become indestructible." The old principal seemed not to notice Owen's mouth opening and closing mechanically.

He still looked bland.

Gently explained.

"The Fiercefire Curse can destroy it, but I want to keep this locket." Owen said hastily, his face full of regret, "This is a relic left by Salazar, even if it doesn't have any magical effect, It has a history of thousands of years. It is really unacceptable to destroy such a treasure."

"Yes~" Dumbledore glanced at Owen and nodded in agreement.

Then he pulled out a shiny sword out of nowhere.

"But it can."

"Sword of Gryffindor?"

Owen looked at the silver sword in the old principal's hand, "You carry it with you?"

"Be prepared."

"."

Preparedness for what?

Who would fight melee with the greatest wizard in the world!

"You'd better get out of the way-" the old principal said calmly.

Then, Sirius and the others took a few steps away, not knowing what was going on.

"Owen, you also get out of the way." He said.

"Um -" Suddenly the little black man became shy, "Professor, do you want me to do it? I have long disliked Voldemort and have never had the chance to beat him. I can't bully him, but he can be bullied by me." soul!"

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore rarely refused.

He looked at Owen solemnly, knowing what terrible enemies this child would face in the future.

It is not impossible to practice with Horcruxes now.

Thinking to himself, he handed the Gryffindor sword to Owen.

Then he placed the pendant box on the ground, squinting his eyes and making a hissing sound.

"Hiss~open~open"

With just a "click" sound, the locket slowly opened like a music box.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black smoke overflowed from the locket.

The box twitched crazily, and then more smoke came out of it, and the smoke gathered upwards, and a figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

"I see it all, kid." The bald, snake-eyed Voldemort was shrouded in a cloud of black mist. He looked proudly at the young wizards and said, "What do you want? Power, power, glory, I can do it all." for you."

The sudden change really frightened the wizards present.

Sirius immediately took out his wand and protected Harry and the others behind him.

"Go away" he said.

He looked directly at Voldemort with angry eyes, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his face: "The crawlers in the sewers will only hide in cold places, and they will have a hard time surviving!"

"Sirius?" Voldemort, who was in the black mist state, obviously paused in speaking. He did not expect that Sirius would open his Horcrux.

However, he didn't care. First of all, the Horcrux was extremely strong, and he didn't think Sirius was capable of destroying it. In addition, he had quite high confidence in his Legilimency.

"The wanderer of the Black family! Why, do you want to return to the family and return to the glory of pure blood?" Voldemort still whispered: "Don't be ashamed, the great Dark Lord will forgive all your previous sins."

His voice is full of temptation, and as time goes by, this temptation is growing exponentially.

Apparently, Voldemort was casting Legilimency on all of them.

However, this does not include Dumbledore and Owen.

"Tom?" Dumbledore, who was behind the black mist, looked at Voldemort in the black mist with complicated emotions.

"Who? Dumbledore?"

Hearing the sound, Voldemort turned back in astonishment, his body trembled slightly, and he was shocked when he saw the familiar old man with white beard.

This--

It was Dumbledore who opened his Horcrux?

Voldemort's pupils shrunk.

Then the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably, with anger, fear, hatred and ridicule.

"You are old again, Dumbledore." He waved his black robe gracefully. "And I'm still as good as new."

"Really?" the old principal said flatly.

"Can't you even see your own soul clearly? Look at what you look like now. Is this what you want, to turn yourself into a ghost?"

"Hmph!" It seemed that he knew that there would be no good end for him if he fell into Dumbledore's hands. The soul in front of him should be the first wizard war, when Voldemort's power was at its peak, and he suddenly laughed: "What do you know?" ?

The great Voldemort, the soul is immortal, he will live forever. "

Senior Tom yelled crazily, but neither Dumbledore nor Owen behind him had much change in their expressions from beginning to end.

The old principal looked at him quietly, as if he were a clown.

But if you look closely, you can see a trace of compassion flowing out from behind his half-moon glasses.

"I was closer to eternal life than anyone else, until I realized that it is actually a sweet trap. I have warned you Tom more than once, if you can pay attention carefully, pay attention to the small things that happen around you, those ephemeral things will be lost." Worth remembering."

"Oh, put away your judgment about love, don't you think it's ironic? Dumbledore." Tom's face was sarcastic, with a ridiculous look in his blood-red eyes, "You are old, but I am still brand new, What exactly is powerful? Do you still need to argue with me now?"

"That's just an appearance."

"But I think you're scared!"

"Tom." Dumbledore took a deep breath, "I still think you will improve after all these years."

"Then, I have to thank myself."

The argument between the two gradually came to an end.

Dumbledore just sighed.

He looked deeply at Tom Riddle, his once most outstanding student.

Gradually, he cast his sights on Owen.

It's too late.

Now his expectations are all on Irving.

——Feeling Dumbledore's gaze.

Owen coughed lightly, then looked at the figure shrouded in black mist in front of him and said:

"Hello, Tom."

There was light in his eyes, and there was a faint smile on his mouth.

Hearing the sound, Riddle turned around in surprise. Naturally, this soul did not recognize Irving.

But it doesn't matter, he will know it in a while.

"Ahem." Owen pretended to cough a few times, then blinked and looked at Tom with his charming gray eyes with a little green light (the eyes were really green) and said: "Beauty and hair transplantation. Do you want to know about plastic surgery and dental repair?”

"Wha-what?" One sentence caused Senior Tom's thinking to stop.

"Beauty hair transplant, plastic surgery and dental repair~"

"Hey, don't refuse yet!

Appearance is the key to combat effectiveness. Look at you now. How can you still look like the Dark Lord of the previous generation?

You know what to ask my grandfather - can Grindelwald take over the whole of Europe?

He looks handsome!

Why is Professor Dumbledore the greatest White Wizard?

He looks handsome!

Why can you gather people's hearts when you were young but not now?

Or because he looks handsome! "

"Appearance is the first combat power. From the first generation of the Dark Lord, I was a fifth-year Hogwarts transfer student. His reputation can make dark wizards who hear his name escape hundreds of miles at night. (My little sister is so cute).

Then to you, Tom Riddle, in the student days of the third Dark Lord.

Haven't you seen the pattern in this yet?

Only a handsome guy can become the Dark Lord, not an ugly guy.

Whether he is the savior or the black man and the white man, which one is ugly?

Look at yourself, since the disfigurement, the prestige has dropped, haven't you found that all your followers were recruited before the disfigurement, and no one took the initiative to take refuge in you after that.

Why is this? "

Owen continued to babble, chattering endlessly.

The little wizard behind him was stunned.

Especially Hermione.

Looking at the boy holding the Gryffindor sword high, she felt a doubt in her heart.

He's holding it like this - isn't he tired?

Irving, who was still nagging, didn't stop talking. He continued: "Yan! Yan! When you were not worthy of your position, people would naturally resist.

If you still had that handsome face that could charm thousands of girls, how many people would be crying and wanting to join the ranks of Death Eaters.

You!Self-destruction of his most powerful weapon. "

After Irving's wholesomeness, it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, as long as he believes it.

Just kidding, can the ugly one be the protagonist?

With a face like a cracked land due to drought, this thing can only be a villain, and it is also the kind of elite monster that can be killed with a knife, because even an ugly one cannot be considered a boss.

Can you imagine if Grindelwald published his research on Muggles and the wizarding world at Père Lachaise Cemetery with Filch in his face?

Just that face - no one believes anything he says.

It was so ugly that no one came back at all.

So thinking about it this way, although what he said doesn't make much sense, you can still squeeze out some truth.

"What are you talking about, kid!"

Perhaps even though Voldemort had seen great storms, he never encountered anyone who dared to say that he was ugly to his face.

He was still at the peak of the First Wizarding War and had never experienced a defeat.

He was suddenly stunned by someone, which made his nerves a little trance.

"I say."

Owen's arms were sore while holding the Sword of Gryffindor.

Finally he couldn't hold it any longer and the sword fell horizontally.

"One knife and two pieces - uh - no! Wrong."

"Must win! Climb the Dragon Sword~~~"

He said that he would cut the sword in two pieces, but in fact, Owen just raised the sword and pierced it into the pendant box with the tip of the sword.

He was not willing to destroy this precious magic item.

And what about Voldemort in the black mist?

When Owen's sword penetrated, a huge hole appeared in his body.

A golden hollow, light swaying like blood in the room.

"you~~~"

He looked ferocious and roared in pain.

Then the darkness around him suddenly gathered towards the center, slowly moving toward self-disintegration.

The hole in his chest suddenly opened again, as if something mysterious was watching the world through the hole.

For just a moment, Owen felt that it might be an illusion.

The next second, Voldemort's red eyes disappeared.

The tragic voice, like every villain who exits, clamors that I will definitely come back.

But this time, it was Irving who had the upper hand.

"boom!"

The moment Voldemort disappeared, Harry also fell to the ground. He clutched his forehead in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"Harry, are you okay!" Sirius quickly squatted down to check Harry's status.

He was panting heavily, his little face was pale.It's as if everything that just happened happened to him.

"I don't know, my forehead." Harry gasped, his face turned red from holding back, and his whole body seemed to have a fever. "It's going to hurt."

That kind of pain is absolutely unbearable.

The next moment, his eyes rolled upwards and he fainted.

"Harry! Harry!!"

Sirius and Ron called Harry's name together.

But he didn't have any reaction.

"Huh?" Owen also looked sideways.

To be honest, Harry's reaction was a little too much.

As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry did react to the destruction of the Horcruxes, but generally it was just a slight headache.

When he destroyed the soul on Ravenclaw's diadem last term, he didn't have such a big reaction. It was just a moment of pain that would pass quickly.

This time, why is there such a big reaction.

Dumbledore stepped forward quickly.

He placed his hand on Harry's forehead.

For a moment, a scalding temperature burned his palms.

"He needs to cool down." The old principal said solemnly.

Then he picked up Harry, and the next moment, Disapparation started.

In an instant, he and Harry disappeared from the spot.

On the other side, Sirius was also in a hurry.

I didn't bother to ask Kreacher why Voldemort's Horcrux appeared here.

He hurried to Dobby's side.

"Take me to Hogwarts."

"No problem sir." With that said, Dobby grabbed everyone else present.

Everyone warped time and space and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

----

Harry's condition is not serious.

For the wizarding world, it's really not serious.

After Madam Pomfrey poured him some kind of potion, his body temperature began to drop rapidly.

She said Harry's body had severe inflammation, as if something foreign had penetrated his body.

But everyone knows that there is no such thing as mystery.

Except for Owen and Dumbledore, they may have some guesses in their hearts.

After his body temperature dropped, Harry fell asleep all night and didn't wake up until the next day.

Sirius was always by his side.

He begged Madam Pomfrey to check several times, and after making sure Harry was fine, he was allowed to leave the school infirmary.

"Hey buddy, you freaked me out yesterday."

After the spell class in the morning.

A group of young wizards gathered in the auditorium.

Ron stood up to Harry and said with lingering fear, "I thought you were cursed!"

"You know, after all, it belongs to the mysterious person, so there is no guarantee that there will be no measures."

"I'm fine." Harry said weakly, feeling a little sluggish.Everyone is out of sorts.

He seemed reluctant to mention the scar on his forehead.

Harry didn't seem to want to associate himself with Voldemort, even though he already had some guesses.

"Be happy, Harry." Ron patted his buddy on the shoulder and said, "After Professor Lupine left, there have been new changes to this semester's curriculum."

"Sirius' Defense Against the Dark Arts class after this afternoon."

"This is his first class. The only pity is that we have to take it with Slytherin students. It would be perfect if it was Hufflepuff." He said and took some sausages and fried noodles from the table. tomato.

"What do you think he will prepare for us to write?" Hermione first glanced at Harry worriedly, and then continued the topic, her tone full of expectation.

"I don't know, but I hope it goes well and don't think about Hagrid's first class." Harry nodded solemnly, "If Malfoy dares to make trouble in class, I won't let him go. "

"Don't worry, he dare not, Sirius is not Hagrid."