Mentor and Friends

Sometimes we have to marvel at Harry's adaptability.

In just one week, he has completely regarded this place as his own world, and he has adapted to his status as a professor and tried his best to do his duty. The degree of effort surprised Ron.

"I said buddy, you don't need to be so...er... desperately?" Ron always liked to lie on the sofa in the cellar and said to Harry who was writing lesson plans, and he repeated it this night.

Harry always writes the lesson plan very carefully, because he understands that teaching the children here is different from the DA training that year. He needs to take care of the seven grades of the four colleges, and obviously different colleges have different grades The progress is not the same.

"Just think of it as preparing me for my career when I go back." Harry always said to him with a smile.

If it wasn't because Hermione discovered that the soul piece in Harry's forehead hadn't been completely removed and needed to find a way to solve it, Harry should be the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts by now, but it was because of the soul. As a result, Harry has spent almost all his time finding solutions to the Horcruxes these days, but Professor McGonagall has made a promise to Harry that whenever Harry returns to Hogwarts, she will welcome him.

Perhaps Harry's ideal was to be an Auror, but after experiencing the war, he suddenly felt that it was okay to return to Hogwarts to be a professor. Compared with Auror, he found that he liked Hogwarts more life inside the garden.

"Okay, well, you have your reasons." Ron shrugged without saying anything.

At this time, the door knocked.

Ron hastened to do a good job. As a teaching assistant, he had to pay attention to his image in front of outsiders.

"Come in." Harry said without looking up.

"Excuse me, Professor." The door was pushed open, and Aratos Moody came in. "This is the homework you asked to hand in."

"Thank you, Mr. Moody." Harry thanked Moody very naturally, "I noticed that you brought some extra books, is there something you don't understand?"

Moody nodded.

"You can go to Ron's assistant." Harry pointed to Ron.

Because they all use the surname "Evans", students usually add "professor" or "teaching assistant" after their Christian names in order to better distinguish them.

Moody nodded. There were still a lot of parchments stacked on Harry's desk. It was not difficult to see that Harry was busy, so he tactfully did not bother.

He took the book and walked up to Ron.

At this time, Ron had put away the entanglement on his face.

Yes, tangled.

You must know that his first impression of Moody was: barbaric, rude, and crazy.

However, Moody at this moment, how should I put it, Moody, who is only 16 years old at this time, has no ugly scars on his face, does not have that strange eye, and when he speaks, he is not rude, but respectful, and, at last The important thing is that his appearance when he was young is completely different from his appearance when he was middle-aged!

Ron didn't have as good adaptability as Harry. Even though it had been three weeks, he still felt troubled every time he saw Moody, not only when he saw Moody, but also when he saw McGonagall.

But, in the entire Gryffindor, these two people were the ones he had the most contact with.

The studiousness of Moody and McGonagall in the student days reminded him of his good friend Hermione Granger.

He really couldn't imagine anyone other than Hermione to compare to these two.

McGonagall has outstanding results in Transfiguration, but in order to balance her overall score, she also worked hard in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And Moody because he liked the course.

The two people worked hard on Defense Against the Dark Arts for different reasons, so they encountered more and more problems. When they encountered something they didn't understand, they didn't understand it even after checking the information in the library. The two of them didn't care. Which college's dean is the professor of this course?

These two are the prefects of Gryffindor, and the homework assigned by Harry for the sixth grade of Gryffindor is usually brought by them in turn, so they will bring their own books when they bring homework. Or a notebook to ask questions—there's no rule that you can't ask the professor questions after you send in your homework, do you?

At the beginning, it was because Harry was busy, and he needed to be familiar with the differences between the textbooks of this era and his era to edit the lesson plans, so he pushed the matter of tutoring to Ron. Later, it seemed to have become a habit.

Ron's Defense Against the Dark Arts is not bad, although the theoretical explanation is not as vivid and detailed as Harry's.

Sometimes when you encounter something that you don't know how to explain, then you practice the spell yourself, and the effect is actually much better than explaining it.

Just like today, Harry watched Ron skillfully cast a Silencing Charm around him—Ron cast a Silencing Charm around him because he was afraid of disturbing Harry—and smiled faintly.

Ron always said he fit in too easily, didn't he do the same?

Just as Harry was wandering, there was another knock on the cellar door.

"Come in." Harry looked at the door suspiciously.

In came the Slytherin students.

"Professor." He greeted Harry politely, looking anxious and nervous, but trying to maintain his manners.

"Mr. Mora, what's the matter?" Harry was also surprised by the arrival of the other party.

You must know that Harry can clearly feel the rejection of him from the Slytherin students in the past three weeks. Although they behaved very well in class, it is obvious that they don't want him to be too involved in the things inside Slytherin. Intervention, he knew that although there were not many things in Slytherin in the past three weeks, there were always one or two big things, but Harry only got the news after the fact, and when he got the news, Tom Things have been perfectly resolved.

He was not recognized as Head within Slytherin, and Harry was well aware of that.

Harry didn't expect these children to accept him as the new dean right away, so he just smiled lightly at Ron's grievance.

But he didn't expect that someone would come to him tonight, which really surprised him.

Maura hesitated.

He went to find Professor Slughorn, but it was obvious that he was not there. As a last resort, they could only come to the new dean, but...

"What's wrong?" Looking at the child who didn't know what to say, Harry lowered his voice.

"Chief... um, I mean, Senior Riddle had an accident..." Mora was still vague in the end.

"Harry?" Sensing movement from Harry's side, Ron revoked the Silencing Charm.

"It's okay, you continue." Harry said, "I'll go out and have a look."

It seems that he should be looking for him because it is very serious. Otherwise, according to Tom Riddle's character, he should solve it by himself. That person never likes to rely on others.

No Slytherin would come to him unless it was absolutely necessary....

Harry followed Maura to the Slytherin common room.

The Slytherin common room was too quiet, there was no one here, only the flames in the fireplace were dancing.

Harry followed Moura to a dormitory, and Moura knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Abraxas looked concerned.

"Professor." He saw Harry.

The Slytherins refused to call Harry "The Head" because of Tom Riddle's conclusion that they all disrecognized Harry, they just thought of him as a professor rather than a Head.

If it's not the dean, it means that Slytherin doesn't accept Harry's meddling in Slytherin's affairs.

Today's situation happened so suddenly, they didn't know what happened to Tom at all, they could only watch him unconscious on the bed, not knowing the situation.

They didn't want to publicize the matter. At the first time, they wanted to find Slughorn, but they couldn't find Professor Slughorn.

As a last resort, they could only go to the "dean" who was not recognized by them.

This inevitably made Abraxes a little uncomfortable.

"What happened to Riddle?" Harry asked.

"We don't know either." Abraxas hesitated, he frowned slightly, "We don't know what's going on."

"Mind if I go and see him?"

Abraxas nodded.

Harry entered the dormitory.

Tom is lying on the bed, he looks very bad.

His once pale complexion was now strangely rosy, his forehead was constantly sweating, and his magic power seemed unstable.

Harry suddenly stood still a few steps away from his bed.

"Professor?" Abraxas asked in a voice.

"You guys go out and wait first, I'll check him out." Harry said in a deep voice.

Abraxas thought for a while, then winked at Mora, and the two walked out.

Harry cast a spell on Tom in an instant.

This is not some body-checking spell, this is a soul-checking spell.

Just now as he approached a strange feeling connected him to Tom, which surprised Harry inwardly.

But then he thought of a very serious matter. If he could still have a connection with Tom Riddle even though he came to a different world from before, then there was only one possibility.

The magic cycle of the soul piece on his forehead almost matched Tom's, it should be that the soul piece resonated with Tom's soul.

However, it is impossible for a soul film not to resonate with the soul for no reason.

If you guessed right...

Harry watched the reaction of the curse surrounding Tom, and his heart became clear.

How could he have forgotten that Tom Riddle in sixth grade had already killed his uncle and successfully created the first Horcrux.

Something went wrong with the incomplete soul, causing his soul to resonate in certain ways with the soul piece on Harry's forehead.

Harry looked at Riddle who was in a coma, feeling faintly uneasy.

If it really develops according to the "future" he knows, then Riddle should be able to successfully split seven pieces of soul and take Harry's eight pieces, but now it seems that Riddle only split the first piece of soul. It started to be abnormal.

He didn't know if this happened when Riddle split his soul before, if there was, it might be okay.

If not...

Then there is trouble.