[HP]Aluet

"Can cause the current situation, what do you think his purpose will be? The disaster of giants in Spain, the rumors of the dark forest in Sweden, etc., and the most serious trouble in [-], when black magic creatures infiltrated into the world The Muggle world led to the prevalence of church exorcism rituals, and the Muggle government asked the Ministry of Magic for an explanation... Didn’t you find out, what is the origin of the war? Some people deliberately provoke disputes and cause turmoil. What is the purpose? To divert attention and distract the attention of hostile forces, in order to delay time! The famous Dark Lord has only appeared twice in the UK, the first time being the Ministry of Magic , The second time was when he was arrested and entered Azkaban, even so, no one could find out his true identity... He escaped from prison some time ago, and then disappeared without a trace."

"So, what conclusion can be drawn from this, he is probably British?"

"Eighty percent. His main force is in the UK, and it can be seen that his attention has always been on the UK. Albus Dumbledore is the biggest threat to him. If this threat is eliminated, everything will come naturally. Now? But Dumbledore is not so easy to deal with. Let me say, if there is no such a person as Dumbledore, the current situation is not certain."

"But Dumbledore... he can really fight alone..."

"No, no, he's not alone, Ambrosio." Horace Slughorn stuffed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth with a smile, and waved his hand, "His strength doesn't just lie in his magical attainments , otherwise how can that rigid guy like Crouch listen to his opinions? There are so many amazing things about him that are unknown to everyone, which is why so many people choose to trust him unconditionally even though he is old now s reason."

"Professor Slughorn." I called him tentatively.

Slughorn turned his head sharply and looked at me in surprise, as if he was hesitant to identify me.

"Your student, Horace?" Ambrosius Froome glanced at me casually.

Slughorn was stunned for a while, and then responded belatedly: "Oh! Yes, it should be..." He laughed twice, "Wait for me, Ambrosio."

He followed me out of the store, and then weaved to a hidden corner with no one there. I took out my wand, cast a soundproof spell, and took off my hood.

"Do you still recognize me, Professor?" I smiled lightly.

"Oh—" he blinked, and after a long time hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Aisley?"

"it's me."

"Merlin's beard." Slughorn's eyes widened, and he was even more surprised than when he first guessed. "Merlin's..." He kept repeating, I knew he probably hadn't How to react, or still have a lot of doubts, "I don't know what to say."

In the end, he just happily extended his hand and shook it.

"Sorry, Professor, I didn't want to cause you any trouble—"

"No no no, no trouble."

I smiled: "There is just something I want to ask you for advice."

"Oh? What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "I, an old professor who has been at Hogwarts, may not be able to help you."

"As far as I know, you have some knowledge of cutting-edge black magic, and I think you may have a deeper understanding of Horcruxes...Professor?"

"Why are you interested in Horcruxes?" He asked hesitantly, "No one has asked me this question for decades."

"Someone asked?"

"Yes," he rubbed his chin, "Tom was the first person I talked to about it back then—oh, do you have any connection with him? What's the kid doing now?"

I thought for a moment and finally shook my head.

"I don't know, Professor," I twitched the corners of my mouth, "We haven't had any contact for a long time." I quickly changed the subject back, "I just want to ask, is there any way to... His soul was pulled out from the Horcrux?"

Slughorn's face changed suddenly.

"It's just a hypothesis." I added, "I've always been a little curious about this question."

"No, Ashley." He shook his head very positively, "Only by truly repenting for one's actions can the soul be restored to integrity. Otherwise, unless the Horcrux is destroyed... But in that case, the soul inside The fragments will also be wiped out. The separation you mentioned... I am afraid it will not be possible."

"Then what if..." I hesitated, and said slowly, "What if it's a human?"

"What?" He froze for a moment, not understanding what I meant.

"What if the Horcrux is a person?"

"A person?" He blinked blankly, "You mean, use a living person as... a Horcrux?"

"Yes."

"I've never heard of it..." He shook his head repeatedly, his face pale as paper, "Impossible, Ashley. I've never heard of such a thing." He frowned, "So, what is it?" Made you doubtful?"

"It's nothing, Professor." My tone was still brisk, "You know, people are sometimes too boring, and when they read some books, they will always have all kinds of weird associations..." I spread my hands, "Actually It's really fun to think about some messy possibilities, isn't it?"

Slughorn looked much better.

After I said goodbye to him, I went home and stood in front of the mirror with a numb expression, looking at the scar that was still aching.

I sat at the table for ten minutes, and finally picked up the quill and dipped it in ink.

As night approached, I carefully folded the second piece of letter paper and put it in an envelope, wrote my name on it, then shook my sore hands, and took a new piece of parchment again.

Just as I was writing, I glimpsed an owl landed on the stone platform outside the window from the corner of my eye. I put down the quill, opened the window, and took the envelope from the owl's mouth.

I tore the envelope open, and saw the signature "Horace Slughorn" at the bottom.

How did Professor Slughorn know my address?I read the content from the beginning suspiciously.

There are only two short sentences in the letter paper——

[Follow it.Hope you will find the answer. ]

I opened the envelope again, and this time I saw another piece of paper inside, so I took it out.The piece of paper began to grow under my nose, and finally turned into a door. I held the doorknob, and before I could react, I felt a special force hook forward from behind my belly button. After spinning around, my body finally stopped spinning before I wanted to vomit. I breathed a sigh of relief, blinked hard, looked down, and was almost scared to death—I appeared high in the sky, and there were towering buildings below And the intertwined streets, and just after my brain realized it, I finally felt the sudden return of gravity and began to fall rapidly.Fortunately, I deformed decisively and opened my wings. After a dive, I flew towards the sky again. At this time, the "paper" circled around from behind me, flew in front of me, folded itself, and turned into a bird. Little paper bird.

I followed it from building to building until it flew through a window into a theater.

The dim light concealed my figure, I followed it closely and searched over countless heads, and finally it settled on the finger of a white-haired old man.The old man caught the paper bird, raised his head, locked on me at a glance, and then raised his hand to me.I hesitated for a moment, but I still fell on it. The next moment, I was dizzy again. When my eyes finally recovered, it was no longer a theater, but an old wooden house.

The old man wasn't surprised at all when I landed back in human form.

I was just about to explain why I came, but he spoke first.

"Aisley Field." He smiled and stretched out his hand to me. As soon as I held it, I heard a crisp sound, and I quickly withdrew my hand in fright, "Albus greeted me .”

"Albus... Dumbledore?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes." He nodded, and led me to a small room. He lifted the cloth on the table with great effort, "Why, didn't he guide you here?"

I thought of the letter written by Slughorn, and my mood suddenly became complicated.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a young man with whom he's on good terms," ​​he said.

young people?I smacked my tongue secretly.I feel like I haven't heard anyone call me that in a long time, probably more than 20 years ago.

"The last thing I remember is that a Muggle came here a few years ago..." He checked the calendar and changed his words, "Oh no, three or forty years ago, haha..."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Nicole Flamel."

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, took a step back subconsciously, and bowed: "Mr...."

He waved his hand: "He asked me to show you something."

"what?"

He pointed to the transparent glass ball on the table that was as big as a human head: "A prophecy."

"What prophecy?" I took a few steps and watched the radiant color of the glass ball.

"Before that..." Nicole Flamel turned to look at me, "Do you have anything else you want to ask me?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded: "There is one thing."

"Tell me."

"About horcruxes," I said, "you are well-informed and may be able to learn more... about whether it is possible to extract soul fragments from horcruxes."

"I'm afraid I haven't studied this knowledge too much, but I think it's impossible." He shook his head, "If you want to ask about the method of destroying Horcruxes, I also know about it. Ah no Si also talked to me once, we are old friends for decades. Horcrux itself does not have a strong defense function, it can only be artificially cast a protective spell. Perhaps no one has tried flames..."

"A blazing fire cannot destroy a Horcrux."

"No. Ordinary flame spells of course can't." His wand clicked in the air, and a cluster of dark red flames sprang out and landed on the corner of the table. The corner of the table instantly turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace. My face is coming.

I was shocked, and the flame was extinguished by him in the next second, and the table was restored to its original state with a spell.

"You should know that I'm an alchemist." He smiled and winked at me, "I'm proficient in all kinds of fire spells."

I took a few breaths: "But, but actually... what I want to ask is not this."

"Oh?"

"What I want to ask is," I said with a wry smile, "if the Horcrux is a person, what should we do?"

The air was strangely quiet for a few seconds, and the smile on Nicole Flamel's face also subsided.

I thought for a moment, and finally folded the collar down, revealing the eye-catching scar.

He frowned, walked in, raised his wrinkled hand, and touched it lightly, looking a little surprised.

"What makes you suspicious, Ashley? Maybe it's just an ordinary scar." He said, waving his wand twice, but his healing spell didn't work.

He slapped his forehead, turned around and went into the back room to get something, and when he came out again, he found a small box in his hand, which contained a strange black ball.

"This must work, it will take away any scars..." He happily shoved the box into my hand.

I could only swallow it, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no reaction at all.

"It shouldn't be..." Nicole Flamel's face finally became serious.

"That's the truth, sir." I looked at him helplessly, "I know it's hard to believe, after all, it's never happened before."

"No, no, something must have gone wrong..."

"I once made a blood oath to a person." I increased the volume to cover his voice, and he stopped talking, waiting for my next words.

In my mind, Nagini's clear eyes shining with water light appeared, followed by a bottomless gray hole, grief and grief were like sharp silver needles stuck in my heart Heartbroken, I want to throw that scene out of my memory, but the more I repel it, the more they linger.

"The content of the blood oath is that I cannot harm the Horcrux of the Dark Lord."

I lowered my head and cast the Cutting Curse on my forearm without hesitation, but the moment the first drop of blood came out, my hand holding the wand shook violently, and the thin blood-red thread quickly wrapped around my entire body Arm, I tightened my eyebrows in pain, and I couldn't even hold the wand in my hand.

"Just like you saw."

He stared at the scar on my neck in silence.

"Do you have any special feelings?" he asked.

"I can feel him," I said truthfully.I think back to every day since I woke up, every dream, every time I tried to touch that vague figure that always woke me up in the swirling smoke.

"I can feel his emotions, I can see what he sees...sometimes I know where he is. I can feel...his repulsion, his trying to control this...connection, but he probably I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Nicole Flamel inspected my scar carefully and muttered to himself: "Strange..."

"what?"

"It doesn't look like a normal scar, didn't you notice it?" He said, "It's more like...a solidified wound..." He thought for a while, "It's strange, Ashley. According to the pattern of your wound position, if it doesn't heal quickly, it can easily lead to blood loss and death. Put it another way...it's very likely that he saved you by accident...Of course, I know it's even weirder to say this, maybe this is Unintentional - but why would he want to use humans to make Horcruxes? A living body with independent thinking must be difficult to control, just like you said, you will be connected through it, which is very important to him Danger, can easily become a fatal weakness, if you can take this opportunity..." he thought.

I just listened to his words in a daze, and when a drop of warm tears fell on the back of my hand, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't show any abnormal emotions, so I hurriedly lowered my head, pretending to be more natural He rubbed his chin, trying to wipe away the tears.

"What's wrong?" he reassured. "Don't be sad, Ashley. We always need to look for the best in everything, and you are a blessing in disguise, aren't you?"

"So, you can't do anything, can you?" I said softly without responding to his words.

"I'm sorry, Ashley." He shook his head. "Your situation is too special. I haven't heard of such a strange thing for hundreds of years. I can't say that there is no way, but it will definitely take a long time to carry out Research and explore."

I nodded.

"So, what is that prophecy?"

He walked up to the glass ball.

The original white smoke began to slowly turn into black. What I saw was a dark mist that was much more terrifying than night. One of the castles was looming. I squinted my eyes to observe carefully, but I couldn't see what it looked like.

"A terrible disaster." Nicole Flamel said slowly, "Where will it come, Ashley, have you seen it clearly?"

I shook my head, but the moment I wanted to answer him, I seemed to see a familiar tree, long branches, and the long path.

My heart paused, I lowered my eyes, and moved my gaze from the glass ball to the toe of the shoe.I can feel my hands trembling slightly.

"Thank you, sir." I bowed respectfully to him again.

I turned around and walked outside the house.

"Aisley." Nicole Flamel called me from behind, "don't worry, there will always be a way. Never give up hope, hope is always a good thing, you have to remember that you have this The most precious thing in the world."

"That's what I wanted to say," he added, "and Albus's will."

The tip of my nose was a little sore, I blinked my dry eyes, and while I was still able to control my expression, I smiled at him.

"Thank you, sir."

I took the piece of paper he handed me, and after it turned into a door, I experienced another uncomfortable "travel".

I returned to the familiar Scotland, flew in the air, landed on the top of the tallest building I could see, changed back into a human form, and stood on the edge of the platform.

The streets at night are empty, only the dim street lights can be seen, and a few small black spots pass by under the street lights.

It is an exaggeration to say that most of the city can be seen at a glance.

I looked down at this familiar area with a blank expression, and I didn't feel the fear of standing on a high place at all.

"Can you feel it?"

I silently took a step forward and fell straight down from the tall building.

The strong sense of weightlessness made me a little unbearable, the wind around me rubbed against my skin, my limbs were so cold that I almost lost my intuition, and I desperately suppressed my urge to transform.

The ground was getting further and further away from me, and nothing happened.

I used a stiff brain to calculate the landing time, and I was seriously thinking if Riddle could resist not appearing at the last moment, should I just end this way, or transform and fly away.

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and counted silently in my heart.

Three, two, one...

No, I don't want to die yet.

The white feathers began to spread rapidly upward from my fingertips, but my body was suddenly cushioned, and the surrounding air seemed to be slowly solidifying. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the feathers disappeared on the surface of the skin little by little.

The next second, my eyes went black, something wrapped me up, and I fell into a broad embrace.

I felt that familiar breath, and I hugged him tightly and didn't let go.

"Are you crazy?" I heard Riddle's cold voice.

"I want to find you." I didn't move, just responded lightly, "If you disappear again, I don't mind doing it again."