[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry opened his eyes with a sweet smile and stretched comfortably.

He seemed to dream that Snape kissed him, and said that he was the only one in his heart, what a dream!

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It seems... not a dream?

Harry sat up from the hospital bed with a "thump", and hurriedly put on his clothes.

The strong sense of happiness actually made people feel a little unreal, and he desperately wanted to meet Snape to confirm it again.

"Oh...you're awake, Harry?" Madam Pomfrey leaned in and took a look, "Honey, don't be so anxious, Professor Dumbledore is probably still having breakfast, you can come over later."

She opened the door, "I thought... maybe you'd like to meet them first."

"Harry!" A figure flew over and hugged him tightly.

"Hermione! Are you all right?" Harry hugged Hermione in surprise, "That's great!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ron coughed loudly on purpose, "Just give it a hug, I'll get jealous after a long time!"

Hermione let go of Harry, and turned to roll her eyes at Ron.

Harry looked at Ron with a smile, and the two stepped forward at the same time, hugging each other.

"Dude," Ron patted Harry on the back, his voice choked up, "just wake up, you really scared us to death!"

Hermione crossed her arms and said bluntly, "Who should be jealous? I suspect you two are having an affair!"

The three of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing together.

Snape was sitting in Dumbledore's office, the coffee in front of him was steaming white.

Opposite him, Dumbledore was sitting behind the large desk with a smile as always, as if he had never left this ancient school.

The silverware on the table whirled and hummed, the phoenix Fawkes perched peacefully on the fiery red shelf, and the portraits on the wall fell asleep with their chests heaving.

"Albus," Snape gently stroked the smooth and slightly hot coffee cup with his fingertips, but he didn't pick it up to drink. He stared at Dumbledore seriously, his eyes darkened, "You owe me an explanation."

"Uh..." Dumbledore talked about him, "how about... let's arrange the end-of-term banquet first..."

"Professor McGonagall is back, and she is watching the final banquet."

"There are so many things, how can she handle it all by herself?" Dumbledore said earnestly, "Professor McGonagall has just returned from St. Mungo's for a few days, so don't be too tired. You need to help her more."

Snape sneered.

"Ah...that's right! Severus," Dumbledore patted his forehead as if suddenly remembering, and smiled mysteriously, "I'm going to officially hire you as Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester." Professor! What do you think?"

Snape folded his arms. "I don't think so."

"Not good? Why! You've always wanted to teach this class!"

"Afraid of death." Snape said two words coldly with no expression on his face.

Dumbledore coughed awkwardly, "Severus..."

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"Okay, okay... Severus, I can completely understand your anger," Dumbledore sighed, crossed his fingers together, lowered his head and gently rubbed the space between his brows, "I just temporarily I don't know where to start—”

"Tell me slowly, in detail, bit by bit... tell me everything," Snape looked straight at him, "everything."

"Knock knock knock!"

A sudden knock on the door broke the slightly dignified atmosphere between the two. Harry carefully opened the door and walked in. His eyes lit up when he saw Snape.

Harry flashed a big smile at Snape, then turned to Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, are you looking for me?"

"Ah... Harry, I'm so glad to see you all right," Dumbledore smiled kindly. "Sit down, boy, would you like coffee or tea?"

"Uh... coffee, thanks."

Harry scratched his hair and looked around, feeling that the other seats were too far away, so he moved a chair spontaneously and sat down next to Snape, not forgetting to grin at him.

Snape moved his body unnaturally, but the cold aura on his body subsided a lot.

Harry looked up to see Dumbledore's smiling eyes, his face was slightly hot, but he was still reluctant to stay a little away from Snape.

"Cough..." Dumbledore cleared his throat and spread his hands, "Ask, I dare say you must have a lot of questions in your mind—about...about many, many things—yes, I owe you an explanation .”

Snape and Harry looked at each other.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry had many questions in his mind, he thought for a while, and first picked a question that seemed unimportant, but he couldn't figure it out, "I...I want to know why Ron And Dobby can't see the purple mist in the Forbidden Forest? Why can I?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly.

"Harry, your first question is directly related to the last thing I want to talk about, and I would have liked to put it last."

"Ah, then..."

Harry opened his mouth, but Dumbledore stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"It doesn't matter, let's start from here... Anyway, sooner or later, I will tell you all."

"Harry, as you've probably noticed, Voldemort, Professor Umbridge, Professor Snape, they all graduated from Slytherin House, they can see the purple mist in the Forbidden Forest, and the others - the others are not The people of Lytlin College don't see it."

"And you, a Gryffindor, can see it too."

Harry bit his lip and nodded.

"Why? Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore sighed, lowered his head, took out two rings, and gently pushed them in front of them.

Harry looked over suspiciously. The two rings looked very ancient in style, with complicated and exquisite patterns surrounding the dazzling gemstone facets. The gemstones on one ring were red, and the other was green, with a line on them. The crack seemed to be split from the middle by something sharp.

"These two rings look like a pair," Harry looked up, looking at Dumbledore blankly, "this is—"

"I've been searching everywhere since I left school, and I've walked through many possible places, and finally found it in the ruins of Gaunt's house." Dumbledore picked up the emerald ring.

"The Gaunts?" Snape frowned slightly, "I seem to have heard of—"

"Marvolo Gaunt," Dumbledore paused, "claims to be the last blood of Salazar Slytherin."

Snape was slightly startled, as if recalling something, he cast his eyes on the ring in surprise, Harry was still confused.

"The original owner of this ring was Salazar Slytherin."

"And this ring," Dumbledore continued to pick up the ruby ​​ring, "originally belonged to Godric Gryffindor, and it was it that caused a series of changes in the Forbidden Forest."

There was a brief silence in the office.

"You mean - that purple mist is emanating from this - this ring?" Harry asked, eyeing the small ring suspiciously.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

The gemstones on the ring are round and translucent, inlaid on the surface of the ring, like a half-buttoned glass ball.

Harry scratched his head, his eyes suddenly widened, he pointed at it in disbelief, and even began to stammer, "That enchantment... that enchantment—you mean—"

"The amazing thing about the wizarding world is that we can never understand it all..." Dumbledore said in admiration, "After listening to Professor Snape describe the scene at that time-yes, Harry, I'm sure you That enchantment in question is it—you entered the ring."

"But the Dark Lord from the locket said—" Snape frowned thoughtfully, "that the power of the curse belongs to the Slytherins, Salazar Slytherin."

"We have no way of knowing what happened more than 1000 years ago...but it must have happened," Dumbledore shook his head, looked at the two rings that were exactly the same except for the color, and said softly, "We can only see As a result - Slytherin took Gryffindor's ring, used it as a carrier to curse Gryffindor, who was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and threw the ring in the Forbidden Forest - since then Huo Gewarts hasn't had a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for more than a year."

"Uh...Professor Dumbledore," Harry asked puzzled, "but I still don't understand why I can see—I mean, since it belongs to Slytherin..."

"Take it easy, Harry, we're almost there... You saw Voldemort in the enchantment, didn't you?"

Both Harry and Snape nodded.

"That Voldemort was very young and came from a locket. Does that remind you of anything?"

"Diary," said Harry, "Tom Riddle's diary."

"What if I told you," said Dumbledore, holding up the emerald ring and showing them the gap between the gemstones, "that there was a Voldemort in it too?"

"It's the kind..." Harry didn't know how to describe it, "the kind... the younger one?"

"Your description is very appropriate, Harry," Dumbledore smiled, "yes, they are all young Voldemort, a part of his soul, with all his memories and personalities since birth... until they When it was split."

"Split?"

"Yes, division, division of the soul."

Harry was a little puzzled, he couldn't understand why someone would want to tear apart a good soul, but Snape's expression changed.

"You were too young, Harry, to know what a sin it is to split a soul—it must be done by killing. When you kill an innocent life, your soul is never whole."

"Why would Voldemort do this?" Harry asked blankly.

"Eternal life." Dumbledore replied simply.

"When you were in the second grade, you found Voldemort in the diary. At that time, I had a vague guess, but it was too unbelievable, and I didn't want to believe it... But the appearance of Voldemort's fragments one after another made me wonder. To be able to draw that conclusion—"

"Horcruxes, Voldemort made Horcruxes, and more than one."

"Horcrux? A container for the soul? Can it be explained in this way? That is, he divides the soul into pieces and puts them in different containers..." Harry struggled to understand, "In order to achieve the purpose of eternal life... "

"Exactly. Didn't you ask me, Harry, why you can see purple mist that should only be seen by Slytherins?"

"I..." Harry had a terrible conjecture vaguely in his heart.

"You are an accidental Horcrux, Harry," Dumbledore closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said softly, "The night when Voldemort believed the prophecy and went to kill you, when your mother tried to protect you The night he gave his life... he was so traumatized, a part of his soul was blown out without his knowledge, attached to the only living person in that room - that's why you can talk to snakes The reason, and the reason why you can see those purple mist - there is another Slytherin in your body."

Harry sat sluggishly in the chair, his hands and feet were cold, and his mind was buzzing.

Snape stood up abruptly, his face as cold as ice!