Hogwarts pet owl

Hogwarts is under construction, so naturally there is no office for the principal.

Aberforth sat behind the bar angrily, looking at Ariana complaining from time to time - if his sister hadn't been soft-hearted, he wouldn't have let that old bastard live in the Pig's Head Bar!

Looking at the confused East Asian woman sitting by the bed, Aberforth sighed quietly.

To be honest, it is a little inappropriate to use the word "youyou" for a grumpy old man who is over a hundred years old, but that is indeed what Aberforth is like at this moment.

Albus Dumbledore sat opposite Nagini with a sad look on his face.

With the help of the Imperius Curse, Nagini successfully completed the Animagus transformation and returned to her human form, but her state remained like a walking zombie.

If this continues, how will Credence be found?

"Hey!"

Errol showed up at the bar.

"Grandpa! I'm coming!"

Errol immediately greeted Aberforth as soon as she appeared.

"Aunt Ariana, long time no see!"

Aberforth's old face, which had looked unhappy just now, suddenly changed color, and the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.

"It's Errol! What would you like to drink? Juice or butterbeer?"

"Can I have a glass of firewhiskey?"

"No, although I hate Snape, he is very professional. For your health, I cannot give you alcohol."

Errol shrugged and pointed to the principal at the window.

"Grandpa, if there is anything wrong with my health, the old gentleman has the most say. I am not an ordinary owl!"

Principal Dumbledore had already known about Aerol's magical powers. Dumbledore knew that the so-called owl's lifespan could not limit her without Ariel's need to tell her.

"Aberforth, give her a glass of Firewhiskey. There is nothing wrong with her health."

Aberforth snorted at Albus and turned to pour the wine - although he had a grudge, he still admired his brother's magical skills and knowledge reserves. Since he said so, Aberforth probably Luo Er's body is fine.

"Ello, come here."

Errol followed the instructions and came to the window.

She looked at Nagini carefully.

This witch from Indonesia is quite good-looking. Decades of time seem to have been stagnated because she turned into a giant viper. She now has the same appearance as when she was young.

"Erol, it has been two days since Nagini returned to her human form, but she has always been in this sluggish state. I asked you to come here because I want you to take a look. What is the problem with her?"

When Errol saw Nagini's appearance, her first reaction was that she had been controlled by the Imperius Curse for too long and had damaged her brain.

But Barty Crouch Jr. was controlled by his father, Barty Crouch Sr., for several years with the Imperius Curse. In the end, except for a more extreme personality, he did not become an idiot.

Errol's eye of reality analysis penetrated into Nagini's body like a cocoon, and soon she had the answer——

In the original book, it was believed that Voldemort made Nagini into a Horcrux by killing Bertha Jorkins, a witch. [Rowling personally admitted that the author set this up privately. 】

But Errol has always had a question. Voldemort has been lurking in Albania for so many years. He didn't even have an entity when he possessed Quirrell. Why did he have a body like a baby after meeting Peter Pettigrew?

Of course it's not because of Peter Pettigrew's high level of magic, so the only variable is naturally Nagini.

In Errol's eyes, Nagini is now Voldemort's Horcrux.

Perhaps in the original work, Voldemort became a "weird baby" and took on an entity through Nagini's help.

As a living Horcrux, Nagini is different from Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was an accident, even Voldemort himself didn't know it,

But Nagini was Voldemort's carefully prepared "bodyguard" and container.

In Errol's eyes, Nagini's soul was firmly bound by traces of black energy, and those black energies came from a black shadow. There was a pair of scarlet eyes in the black shadow, which was quietly observing the outside world. .

"Hello, Mr. Riddle, no need to hide, I see you."

Errol suddenly spoke to Nagini,

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledores were shocked.

Nagini didn't seem to understand Errol's words, she remained motionless and her eyes were unfocused.

Errol smiled and glanced at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore understood this and silently set up a small anti-Apparition formation at his feet.

"Mr. Riddle, please introduce yourself,"

Errol took the glass handed over by Aberforth, took a big sip of firewhiskey, and then spurted a ball of flame from her mouth,

"Hiccup—I'm sorry! My name is Errol Weasley. I had a very pleasant discussion on magic with you when I was sixteen last year."

As Errol said that, she put her left hand on Nagini's forearm.

It was cold. Even though she had turned into a human form, Nagini's body temperature was still very low.

"Believe me, Mr. Riddle, I know you better than you think."

The universe was activated at Errol's fingertips, and she knitted quickly with the fingers of her right hand.

"Maybe you think you have gone a long way on the road to resisting death, but I think your Horcrux is nothing more than that. In fact, there is one thing I need to let you know - the soul will actually grow old and eventually die. "

——Of course, those are counted in thousands of years, but after all, they will also die of old age.

"You don't want to have thousands of great powers attributed to yourself, but you want to scatter and hide your soul?"

"Splitting your soul is not only painful, it will also affect your sanity and reduce your strength - so what if you are resurrected? With an incomplete soul, you will never be Professor Dumbledore's opponent."

"An ancient wizard once hid part of his soul in a phylactery and transformed himself into a lich in order to live forever, but it turned out that it was just a weakness for himself.

Regardless of whether he is a human or a ghost, once someone destroys the life box, his soul will be gone in an instant. "

"And you, Mr. Riddle, are even worse than those lichs! How many pieces did you divide your soul into? Six or seven?"

"Haha! You had the hope of becoming the most powerful wizard, but you cut your own great future into pieces. You are so stupid!"

A stream of black energy turned into a ferocious skeleton, spurting out from Nagini's head, roaring in a shrill voice:

"Ignorant child! What do you know! No one understands the soul better than me! I have succeeded! I will live forever!"

Errol shook her head,

"Even the despicable Herbo who created the Horcrux dare not say that he can live forever. How dare you, Mr. Riddle?"

Errol smiled and said,

"If immortality can be achieved through Horcruxes, then why doesn't the despicable Herbo appear in the modern history of magic?"

Errol looked at "Voldemort" floating in the air,

"I want to thank you, Mr. Riddle, for showing up yourself and saving me a lot of trouble. Now, it's time to say goodbye."

Errol raised her right hand and waved,

"Goodbye, one-eighth Mr. Riddle."

The confused Voldemort's soul fragment was still struggling with the number one-eighth. He counted silently. No, he only made six Horcruxes——

Diary, Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, Gaunt's ring, Nagini...

Including his own soul, there should be seven copies!

But he suddenly realized that now was not the time to think about this -

To be honest, the splitting of the soul did make Voldemort's sanity drop again and again, not to mention that he was already fragmented. It is obviously unrealistic to expect his brain to be more useful -

Errol's modifications to Nagini have been completed, and the fragments of Voldemort's soul jumped out, allowing her to easily remove all the "dirty things" entangled in Nagini's soul.

The fragment of Voldemort felt this as well, as he found his connection to Nagini broken.

Following the basilisk fangs, the Gryffindor sword stained with basilisk poison, and the fierce fire, there are new ways to deal with Horcruxes.

The fragments of Voldemort are unwilling, angry, and resentful,

He roared and rushed towards Errol!

Dumbledore cast a spell quickly, and the repelling curse passed through the soul fragments and shattered the candlestick on the wall.

Aberforth even watched helplessly as Voldemort's soul fragment sank directly into Errol's forehead, but he was helpless.

"Ello, no-"