I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 519 The Last Horcrux

"The premise is that the Ministry of Magic has the ability to protect its people, and I just can't see that." Hermione said word by word.

Faced with the tough questioning from the little witch Hermione, Scrimgeour's face turned extremely ugly. His cheeks twitched slightly, and his already gloomy face became even gloomier. He tried to hide his uneasiness, but his gloomy eyes flashed with anger and fear.

He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to deal with this situation. Then, he slowly spoke, with a hint of threat and dissatisfaction in his voice: "Hermione, you should know that you are challenging the authority of the Ministry of Magic, which is not a wise choice."

Hermione was unmoved. She looked back at Scrimgeour firmly, her tone calm and firm: "I am not challenging the authority of the Ministry of Magic, nor do I need to challenge it, because over the past few years, what the Ministry of Magic has done has proved that you are simply incapable of fighting Voldemort.

Mr. Minister, maybe it will be easier for you to understand if I say this. It's not that I chose the Muggles, but they killed Voldemort once and proved themselves. If the Ministry of Magic has the same ability, I will certainly choose the Ministry of Magic. "

Scrimgeour was completely shocked by Hermione's words. He couldn't accept that this witch would say this so bluntly.

In his opinion, the Muggles were able to defeat the Ministry of Magic entirely because Dumbledore cooperated with the other side and leaked too much information.

As for myself, the Ministry of Magic knew nothing and was completely blind and deaf, which led to failure.

"Why can Muggles kill You-Know-Who? Why?" Scrimgeour asked angrily, "You revealed too much information about You-Know-Who to Muggles!"

"Otherwise how can they know the location of the mysterious man!"

"Oh? Do you think so?" Hermione found it funny. After all this talk, this was what made him so angry!

He suspected that he had colluded with the Muggles and took away the credit for killing Voldemort.

“No wonder you keep failing.”

"what?"

"She means that you should leave, Mr. Minister. You won't get any intelligence here." Owen finally spoke, with a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth.

"You are—" The boy's voice drew Scrimgeour's attention. "Owen Rosier?"

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of sharp eyes showed a hint of surprise. He looked at the child more and more at his long silver hair.

Scrimgeour was not really ignorant. After a year of excavation work by the Federation and the Joint Excavation Agency, there were some gains.

Of course, combined with the intelligence seized from the American purgers, he had some understanding of the deeper darkness of this world.

Silver hair——is the so-called "key" mentioned in many intelligence reports. It is a mutation of the organism caused by some external force invading the internal organs.

The mysterious man was searching for this power. Apparently, he failed and someone stopped him.

According to subsequent information, it was the legendary wizard, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore's men who defeated Voldemort.

But as the Minister of Magic, he naturally knew some inside information. He heard about the two little wizards who defeated the mysterious man.

It may sound a little ridiculous, but it is the truth.

This is also the reason why he called Irving and Koyate together, as they both had silver hair before.

"I know you," said Scrimgeour. "You are the key."

He actually didn't know what the 'key' was, but that didn't stop him from bluffing.

"Oh?" Owen raised his eyebrows and stared at him with a smile, "What do you want to know?"

"Owen?" Hermione exclaimed, pulling on his sleeve.

"Don't worry, let me talk to this minister."

Scrimgeour saw all of this - could it be that he had guessed - that the silver-haired girl in front of him was the key?

"Perhaps you should consider cooperating with the Ministry of Magic," he said. "It's not a big deal. As long as you can go in and out of the Ministry of Magic from time to time, it will give people a favorable impression."

"Other than that?"

"Besides?" Scrimgeour continued in a deep voice, "If you have any news about You-Know-Who."

"Oh, you are so smart." Owen smiled all over his face, "I actually know where Voldemort is hiding."

"What?" Scrimgeour looked at the boy in shock. "Where?"

"Mothrace, Greece."

"Mothrace Island?" Scrimgeour had of course heard of that island, and the incident of the Deathborn Rebellion was still vivid in his mind.

"Yes."

"But before you go to the island, I must remind you that there is a huge horror on that island that is far beyond your imagination, a disaster that does not conform to the natural laws of our world. And the Death Eaters occupied that island a long time ago. You can imagine how many magical traps there are on it.

It can be said that almost no Auror who lands on the island will survive. As for why I tell you this? Well - I want you to go up and explore the way. If you really don't care about the lives of the Aurors, then I would like to see you land on the island, and then alert the enemy, and it would be best if you can force Voldemort out of Mothrace Island, so that we have a chance. "

"How? Will you land on the island?"

Scrimgeour was stunned.

He stared at Owen intently.

His eyes were filled with infinite anger.

Because he has made no secret of his sarcasm towards himself.

"Tsk tsk - it's obvious that although you look tough," Owen said sarcastically, "you don't even have the courage to send someone to die."

"you"

"You can see me off now."

After saying that, Owen turned around and pulled Hermione back into the house.

The other little wizards also left one after another.

Only Scrimgeour was left standing there, raging impotently.

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One evening a few days after the New Year, the young wizards lined up by the kitchen stove, preparing to return to Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic arranged this one-off Floo connection so that students could return to school quickly and safely.

Before leaving, only Mrs. Weasley saw them off.

Sirius and Percy, as well as Bill and Fleur, only stayed at home for two days before leaving in a hurry.

<divclass="contentadv">Fred and George were busy with their shop business, and Mr. Arthur had to go to work.

The whole family was so busy that they couldn't even have a good Christmas.

Although Mrs. Weasley had no complaints about this, she could not avoid the disappointment in her eyes.

"Promise me that you will all take care of yourselves." Mrs. Weasley hugged each of them and said to everyone before leaving.

"It's okay, Mum, we're just going to school, not to a war," said Ron, wiping away a wet kiss on his cheek.

Harry walked into the emerald fire and shouted 'Hogwarts!' He took one last look at the Weasley kitchen and Mrs. Weasley's tearful face.

In an instant, he was surrounded by flames...

As the machine spun at high speed, he vaguely saw some wizards' rooms, but they flashed by before he could see them clearly.

Then came the others.

In a trance, the surrounding scenery began to become concrete.

They appeared in Professor McGonagall's fireplace.

When the few people walked out, the professor who was working hardly even raised his head.

"Good evening," she said. "Don't get too much dust on the carpet."

"No, Professor." Harry responded first, then pulled out his wand and immediately cleared the traces on the ground.

Then everyone quickly left Professor McGonagall's office.

After they dispersed, they returned to their respective colleges.

I think it will be very lively over there in Gryffindor.

The next day, early in the morning, Owen, who had just appeared in the common room, noticed a large notice nailed to the bulletin board: Apparition Class.

If you are seventeen years of age or will be seventeen by August 31st, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by the Ministry of Magic's Apparition Instructor.

Please sign below if you are willing to participate. Tuition fee: twelve Galleons.

Owen has no need to learn, or most young wizards don't have that need.

Last year, he tried to teach them Apparition. Of course, there are still some people in the DA who haven't mastered it yet. There may still be some people who sign up, but they are definitely a minority.

But learning Apparition doesn't mean you can use it normally.

According to the current laws of the Ministry of Magic, they must take an exam and obtain a qualification certificate before they can use the Apparition Charm at will.

Afterwards, he went to see Dumbledore again.

Mainly to tell the headmaster about Scrimgeour's visit.

and his speculation about Voldemort's current location.

The old headmaster and he held the same attitude, that is, before the Horcrux was completely destroyed, they should not overly stimulate Voldemort.

No matter how powerful an enemy whose location has been discovered is, it is not scary. What is really scary is the unknown enemy hiding in the shadows.

In addition, Dumbledore has been sorting out his memories of Voldemort in recent times.

Voldemort would not bury his Horcruxes anywhere randomly. Certain locations must have special meanings to him, which is why they become treasure burial places.

Or someone.

Although Irving really couldn't think of anyone who could make him feel important.

In short, for the last unknown Horcrux, the Gaunt Ring must try to find some clues. Bella cannot be completely relied on. If that woman finds the Horcrux, she will definitely hide it secretly, because for her, keeping a Horcrux from her owner. Maybe now he is her man. Senior Tom can live forever.

For such a love-brained girl, she would not compromise even if Owen threatened her life.

Although immortality is impossible, the Horcrux is just a way to protect one's soul in a trance. Once the Outer God, the master of the trance, is destroyed, the trance will collapse, and the split soul will either disintegrate naturally on the spot or become another independent person.

Another person with the same memories and personality as the original.

Tsk - I should have explained it clearly to Bella in advance. Maybe she, who has no illusions, can see through the trap of eternal life.

"So today's story is about Senior Tom?"

Originally, Harry should have been present at this kind of thing. Knowing more about Voldemort would be good for him. It would help him distinguish between himself and the devil and not be affected by the fragments of Voldemort's soul in his body.

"Harry should have told you about me bringing Tom into Hogwarts."

“Yes,” Owen said.

"That was a memory from later," Dumbledore said aloud. "Then, the new school year began, and Tom Riddle arrived at school, a quiet boy in second-hand robes, lining up with the other freshmen for the Sorting ceremony. The Sorting Hat almost touched his head as it sorted him into Slytherin. I don't know when Riddle learned that the house's famous founder spoke Parseltongue, but if I had to guess, it was probably on the night of the Sorting. The news must have excited him greatly and boosted his ego."

"Perhaps he used Parseltongue to scare or impress his Slytherin classmates in the common room. This talent was particularly revered in Slytherin House. However, none of this was known to the teachers. He did not show any arrogance or aggression in his appearance. As an orphan with extraordinary talents and very handsome, he naturally attracted the attention and sympathy of the teachers almost as soon as he arrived at the school. He seemed very polite, quiet, humble, and hungry for knowledge. Almost everyone had a good impression of him."

"Well, I noticed the key word - very handsome!" Owen said again.

"." Hearing this, Dumbledore glanced at him in surprise - this child always has such strange focuses.

"That's true," Dumbledore continued, "Appearance is indeed a powerful weapon, especially when facing strangers. For example, you are now..."

"Don't mention it." Owen rubbed his face with his hand. "Being too beautiful becomes a burden. And I was forced."

"Haha..." The principal chuckled. "Well, I do know that many people in the school have a strong liking for you, even some boys. Unknowingly, you have influenced a large number of children."

"Stop!" Owen immediately stopped Dumbledore from continuing to talk, and then immediately changed the subject and said, "Didn't you tell the professors about the true face of Senior Tom?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "Although he has never expressed repentance, perhaps he feels guilty about his past actions and is determined to start a new life. I chose to give him this opportunity."

"Okay, blind faith, but that's normal. After all, who would have thought that an eleven-year-old boy would become the Dark Lord in the future."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Owen's explanation, but continued to speak. "After that, Riddle did very well in school. He quickly gathered around him a group of friends who obeyed his orders and were loyal to him. I say this for lack of a better word, but as I mentioned before, Riddle undoubtedly had no feelings for them. This group of people formed a kind of dark force in the castle. They were of complex composition. The weak sought shelter, the ambitious wanted to get some prestige, and there were cruel people who were attracted by a leader who could teach them a higher form of cruelty. In other words, they were the predecessors of the Death Eaters, and some of them really became the first Death Eaters after leaving Hogwarts."