Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 409 Hello, Tom; Goodbye, Voldemort

When he saw the witch in front of him, Neville's breathing suddenly became heavier.

He recognized this face. After all, it was she and three other damn scum who caused the tragedy of his parents.

It is for this reason that Neville has been memorizing the portraits in newspapers since he was sensible, hoping that one day he would have the opportunity to take revenge when he saw them.

And now, the mastermind among them was lying in front of him.

"Do you like this Christmas gift?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Neville turned around and saw "Harry" dressed as Santa Claus, leaning on the sofa in the corner.

"I have spent a lot of effort for this gift from you!" Harley's voice was extremely light,

"As for your other three enemies, I'm very sorry. One of them, Barty Crouch Jr., escaped from Azkaban Prison a year and a half ago, and was finally rewarded with a Dementor's Kiss by the Ministry of Magic. .”

"And Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother Rabastan died last night, and their bodies were not found."

"So I can only offer this Bellatrix."

"Evidence? Of course there is."

When all the darkness dissipated, several Death Eaters covered in blood and extremely embarrassed appeared on the ground.

"By the way, as you know, Horace was Tom's former headmaster and potions professor. And judging from certain signs, I suspect these two may have shared some particularly dark secrets."

"As long as you don't deliberately want to let her go, she will never be able to escape."

Harry waited for a full five minutes before deactivating the ability. After thawing, the Death Eaters were all frozen and shivering.

"But this won't destroy the entire Azkaban Island, and there are so many prisoners on it who are not Death Eaters."

"Of course." Harley spread her hands,

"Whether you want to give her a killing curse directly, or you want to slowly use the Cruciatus Curse on her, it all depends on your own wishes. Anyway, just don't let her run away."

"Really?" Neville's mental state was obviously much more excited at this time.

The room fell into a dead silence. After a while, Neville asked a question:

"Then... Harley, can you teach me how to duel? And a duel with the purpose of killing?"

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"So using my body as the starting point, it is not difficult at all to follow the connections between these soul fragments to find other Horcruxes."

Obviously the old master Voldemort likes Death Eaters to lick his feet like this? Why doesn't it work here?

Old Malfoy, who still served as the special advisor to the Minister of Magic, had the sharpest sense of smell. Although he didn't know what happened, he just apologized and said good things.

He eagerly took out his wand, as if he couldn't wait any longer, "Then let's start now!"

Looking at the Death Eaters who began to fawn over her again, Harry sighed, and all the Death Eaters instantly turned into ice sculptures.

"Are you sure?" Professor Dumbledore took a deep breath and calmed down.

"I'm more curious about what happened last night and how fiercely you fought to destroy Azkaban."

Professor Dumbledore's voice became louder and louder,

"If I had treated Tom with patience and love, would the outcome have been different? Would they still have died?"

"Because I want to kill Bellatrix with my own hands." Neville's voice revealed determination.

About half an hour later, Harry appeared on the edge of Hogsmeade, rubbing her temples.

After receiving the message from the phantom, Harley expressed her understanding, but felt that she would not do so.

"But you are still guilty of serious sins and need to pay for the mistakes you have committed. And now, I have an important atonement task for you."

Harley looked at Neville in surprise. She really didn't expect that this child who looked a little cowardly and usually stuttered could say such a thing.

Scenes of scenes flashed through the old man's mind as if it happened yesterday.

Although Voldemort's body is gone, who would know?

All it takes is a little bit of black magic, coupled with some power from the realm of death, and a steaming corpse is freshly baked.

As he spoke, Harley shook a pocket that she had specially set aside, and a body fell out of the pocket.

"Although they are guilty, their sin does not lead to death..."

It seemed that Professor Dumbledore had given the Vice-Chancellor another pile of documents and had forgotten to rush to the Ministry of Magic.

Harry's voice was filled with a biting chill. Just listening to this voice made the Death Eaters feel as if their own bone marrow was about to be completely frozen.

Harley quickly described the sequence of discovering the Horcrux and the battle process.

"In order to get rid of such a huge snake, when ordinary spells had no effect, I forcibly summoned a meteorite."

"It's just a magical image." Harry interrupted Neville's question and punched the wall.

The Death Eaters suddenly looked at each other, wondering what they had done wrong.

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The child was born due to a love drug and did not know how to love, so he lived in an orphanage.

"Hello, Tom Riddle. Goodbye, Voldemort."

"That's enough." Neville whispered, his voice unusually firm, "Harry, can I do with her as I please?"

As he spoke, he crawled forward a few steps, as if he wanted to lick the toes of the white leather shoes on Harley's feet.

Moreover, this kind of corpse is more real than a real corpse and can withstand any scientific or magical examination.

After a while, he asked in a trembling voice: "Are you sure that Tom is completely dead?"

He remembered the cabinet that was burning in flames when he first went to the orphanage to meet the child;

I remembered that when I discovered that the child had evil intentions, I deliberately treated him coldly, without even having a face-to-face talk with him, and even expressed my wariness about the boy to other professors;

"Quiet, listen to me now." Harley snapped her fingers.

After taking two sips of the delicious drink in the cup, Professor Dumbledore finally got to the point:

"Harry, thank you very much for your help last night. Without you, Azkaban would have been completely lost."

Professor Dumbledore was enjoying his 1:1 blend of honey and milk. To be honest, Harry really couldn't figure out how to drink that stuff.

"I want to duel with her and avenge her in an upright way! Only the opponent killed in the duel is worthy of comforting my parents!"

"Look, that's it." Harley spread her hands, "It's just an image. You can train with me as long as you want."

"...The last Horcrux was the snake next to him. He killed this Horcrux with his own hands and absorbed its power."

"Hey, Professor, you're asking the wrong question." Harry puffed up his cheeks and said angrily,

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, leaving speckled marks on his robes.

A piece of darkness spit out from the magic mirror and covered a large area of ​​the ground.

I remembered my indifferent attitude when that child came to Hogwarts twice to apply for jobs;

It's a pity that Fox has a mysophobia and refuses to take the initiative to pick up dirty insects like cockroaches and stuff them into Professor Dumbledore's pile of cockroaches.

<divclass="contentadv">This made Harley shake her head, what a boring phoenix.

"We have already established that Tom created more than one Horcrux."

I have to say that Professor Dumbledore is really good at talking. He can chatter for so long in one breath and even sing a song with several other old principals.

"Principal, how old are you now? Are you still using traditional methods to find Horcruxes?" Harley showed a slightly contemptuous look.

"Have you forgotten? I was once a Horcrux, and I am proficient in curses."

"So how was last night? Did it go well? No injuries, right?"

"So I'm a little curious, where did the big Azkaban Island go? I'm thinking that if you blow up a prison at your party, you won't blow up the island as well, right?"

She leaned back, and the remaining bench automatically turned into a lounge chair, allowing Harley to take the opportunity to wink at Fox on the cabinet.

The imagined collision did not happen, and Harley's hand sank directly into the wall.

"But this is the mirror world in the magic mirror I gave you. Only you are qualified to bring people in and out."

"Wait?!" Professor Dumbledore stood up suddenly, and the chairs behind him were pushed away violently, hitting the bookshelf that he regarded as a treasure.

"You said you killed Tom?"

The old headmasters who were huddled quietly eating in Phineas's photo frame on the wall immediately became angry. It wasn't until Harley started to explain that they suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, he felt the unique magical aura remaining on it. In addition, the carriers and quantities of the Horcruxes listed by Harry were completely consistent with the signs that Voldemort had shown in the past.

"Huh?" Harley tilted her head, "Yes, yes, but why did you suddenly think of this problem?"

However, Professor Dumbledore didn't care, and even turned a blind eye to several precious magic books that fell down due to his rough movements.

"Well, it turns out that I killed Tom." Professor Dumbledore thought for a moment before he figured out what "life graduation" meant.

"I spared your life because you are well-known outsiders among the Death Eaters. You have never killed anyone or committed any capital crime."

Professor Dumbledore frowned, sat back in his chair, took out the book "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed" from the drawer, and quickly opened it.

"The giant snake that Senior Riddle turned into was quite capable of withstanding damage. It didn't completely die under the meteorite, so I had to re-inforce it."

I thought of the members of the Order of the Phoenix who died because of this child, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, the innocent people in the wizarding world and the ordinary Muggles who had no idea...

"Thank you, Harley, for your kindness in helping an old man correct the mistakes he made when he was young."

Old Malfoy was the smartest and knelt down without hesitation: "Sir, no matter what your needs are, I will obey your orders."

"Of course, I will always be here." Harry didn't know when a wand appeared in his hand.

Of course, since Bellatrix has been given to Neville as a Christmas gift, it depends on his interest.

"It's a Christmas Eve party. Everyone must have a great time. I accidentally destroyed the island... Anyway, I think it's all Senior Riddle's fault."

However, he was still full of confusion and helplessness.

"How is it possible to be injured? Senior Riddle is obviously so friendly."

In the end, Professor Dumbledore's memory scene ended extremely hastily.

"Quiet." Harley's voice was not particularly loud, but it frightened all the Death Eaters into obediently holding their breath.

Professor McGonagall rushed in angrily and scolded Professor Dumbledore.

He just laughed, but his smile was unusually bitter.

"It's good to have this kind of awareness." Harley nodded with satisfaction, and more than a dozen corpses appeared out of thin air at her feet.

There was deathly silence in the office, and the old principals closed their eyes together and observed a moment of silence with Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

The Death Eaters' faces were suddenly horrified, and they almost screamed when they looked at their old master and former colleagues.

Several other people suddenly woke up and wanted to imitate the old Malfoy.

"Yes." Harley looked innocent, "Senior Riddle wanted to kill me so cruelly, so I had no choice but to fight him tooth and nail."

At this time, Harry was sitting in the principal's office, facing Professor Dumbledore honestly.

Professor Dumbledore did not reply immediately, but slowly sat back in his chair, slowly calming down his mood.

I had already seen the darkness in his heart, but I just criticized and scolded him blindly, never guiding him correctly, or even thinking about it this way.

After flipping through the book for a while, Professor Dumbledore nodded:

Most people always have three mentalities when facing this kind of enemy of life and death:

Either torture the opponent to death with the most cruel means, or kill him directly, unwilling to let him breathe air for even one more second, or choose to have an upright duel with him.

Harley yawned, knowing she had to wait again.

"Then you usually..."

In order to increase the credibility of the matter, Harley specially made Voldemort's "corpse".

"Indeed, this method can be explained from a magical point of view, but I still need more evidence."

Harry took out Hufflepuff's golden cup and Ravenclaw's diadem from his pocket, and named the Horcruxes one by one.

"Do you know why I let you out?"

"Perhaps it was the original fire that made him think that only power is the truth in this world."

"Did I ask you to crawl forward?"

"It's indeed quite pleasant." Professor Dumbledore also laughed, and at the same time picked up a photo, which showed a huge ocean whirlpool.

Professor Dumbledore finally confirmed Voldemort's complete death.

"It's a pity that Azkaban Island has completely disappeared and left that deep pit."

When these Death Eaters saw Harry, they were immediately frightened and backed away.

But Harley always felt that this was wrong. What a waste of revenge.

When facing an enemy, one should squeeze out every bit of value from him, and use the corpse as an anchor for one's promotion.

He stood up excitedly again, causing a second heavy damage to the chair and bookcase behind him.

"From now on, there will never be a Tom Riddle in the wizarding world, let alone a Voldemort."

Harry suddenly felt nauseous and stepped lightly on the ground. The thick snow on the ground instantly turned into chains, lifting several people into the air.

"During this process, the power of the weather spell I used accidentally went too far, which led to the destruction of Azkaban Island. It makes sense."

"And we are still not sure how many pieces have been produced. I was originally planning to ask you to go find Horace next semester to find out more about it."

Harley yawned, and the Night Mirror floated above her head.

"It's not that intense." Harley waved her hand lightly, "I just personally made Senior Riddle's life graduate forever."

"It went very well." Harley nodded.

"I spent a very pleasant Christmas Eve with Senior Riddle and his followers."

"Master, I obey your orders in everything!" Old Malfoy was still the first to speak, saying respectfully,

"No matter what the task is, we will do our best to complete it."

"It's a pity that everything has passed and I will never have the chance to verify it."

"I need you to bring these to Rita, and she will arrange your next tasks."

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