Until late at night.

Snape couldn't stand the ordeal and wanted to give Harry a Potion of Oblivion to make him forget about the day.

In the midst of this torment, Dumbledore finally returned.

"Harry, I've kept you waiting." He pushed the door in, apologetic in his voice, "And Severus, Minerva." ”

"It's all settled?" Harry took off his hat.

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course." ”

Harry looked at him straight and didn't speak, but what he meant, it was self-evident.

"It's a matter of adult wizards." Dumbledore walked towards his place, "You're still young, but the result will definitely make you ......"

Harry shook his head, "The Malfoys still owe me money. ”

The royalties for the potion recipe for the Potter family, he had never forgotten it.

"Malfoy wanted to have a memorable summer." Dumbledore waved his wand and poured a drink for everyone in the room.

Harry's was still milk.

"Malfoy has been stripped of his position as a school director, and the testimony of the house-elves is more useful than anything else." Dumbledore said in a brisk tone, "I also want to pay a sum of money to all the young wizards who were injured, at least a hundred Galleons." ”

"That's it?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Lucius, he knows a lot of Ministry officials, and I want to send them to Azkaban as well." ”

"The Malfoys are going to be very anxious, though."

"Scrimgeour is angry that one of the Aurors has been killed, and they will be conducting a careful search of the Malfoy house, and Moody will be involved, an elite Auror who is very good at discovering dark magic."

"I think he's going to have a hard time trying to deal with her."

Harry took a sip of milk, "Then it's time for us to talk about the most important thing." ”

"What's that notebook?"

As he spoke, he paused and gently placed the cup on the table, with a bang, crisp and neat.

"Or rather, what's it in my head?"

Dumbledore's face changed, he waved his wand, and the blackened notebook appeared in front of him, and he sighed heavily: "Harry, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. ”

"I always thought that Voldemort's back hand would be some other dark magic."

"I didn't expect it to be this thing."

As he spoke, he paused, and his tone became more complicated: "Horcruxes, an extremely evil form of black magic, are cruel to the spellcaster itself and to others. ”

"It takes a life to tear your soul apart and store it in one object."

"In this way, even if the main body dies, a piece of soul is preserved in the Horcrux, and it can still absorb magic and life force and be resurrected."

Harry's face sank: "So, I'm also his Horcrux?" ”

Looking at Harry, Dumbledore nodded heavily, "Unfortunately, I think so." ”

Snape's gaze pierced like a knife.

"But why can't you find out?" Harry frowned.

He didn't understand.

Yennefer was a very powerful witch, and so was Triss, but even they couldn't detect anything unusual about their scars.

I recalled the extremely evil aura I felt when I was in the secret room.

There's no reason to hide it from others.

"The Horcrux is an extremely evil dark magic object, but in the end, its cruelty and evil lie in the ritual."

"It's about the way and the process of making it."

"And after it is formed, as long as it is not actively exposed, unlike this time, its essence is just a clean and simple soul." Dumbledore whispered, "It's so subtly connected to you that it looks like it's a part of your body." ”

Harry raised his hand and covered his face.

He understood.

Therefore, in the eyes of Ye Naifa and the others, they are born with a strong soul, and when they grow up, they show that they are not inferior to Geralt's talents and abilities, which supports this view.

He said in a low tone: "So Voldemort is now a part of me?" He can manipulate me at any time, like he did to Ginny, without a trace? ”

"No, it's not that bad." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't think Voldemort even realized you had become his Horcruxes. ”

Harry was stunned and looked up.

"That's a guess on my part."

"If he knew you had become his Horcrux, he wouldn't have to be like that in his first year." Dumbledore softly comforted, "I think... All this should be just a coincidence. ”

"That night, that ancient magic bounced off the killing curse."

"Let him accidentally tear his soul apart, and the sacrifice of your parents, the appearance of human life, let him complete all the ritual processes before he knows it."

"A Horcrux made by accident."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore was stunned.

"And this Horcrux is weak, he didn't try to control you when you were young, and he didn't alert Voldemort when he met him."

"He probably didn't even have a consciousness of his own."

That's great news.

At least don't worry, when you communicate with the sorceress and bards, there will be a noseless bald head peeping.

Harry put his hand down, "Is there a way to fix it?" ”

"It's not a good thing to have Voldemort on his head."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "Unfortunately, at least there is no way to do it now. ”

"Horcruxes and your soul are intimately linked."

"But at least, I'm sure Occlumency is useful, how are you doing?"

Snape interjected: "Mr. Potter is very good at this, he can already ......"

He wanted to keep taunting.

Thinking of something, he gritted his teeth, swallowed the words back, and changed his words dryly: "At a very good level, it is difficult for me to peek into his brain." ”

Dumbledore looked at Harry and then at Snape, and there was a small surprise in his eyes.

Although Snape would always scold Harry, the atmosphere between them could barely be said to be a kind of heterogeneous harmony, what was going on now?

Why is it so stiff.

What happened on the day he left Hogwarts?

"Then Professor Dumbledore, it's time for us to talk about compensation." Harry finished the remaining half glass of milk and stretched.

Dumbledore pulled out a clear crystal bottle: "Fawkes's tears, I've been ready in the morning." ”

Fawkes snorted in dissatisfaction.

It's hard work today!

Flying around with people, and crying for so long.

"It's just the beginning of the pay." Unceremoniously, Harry took the crystal bottle and continued to speak, "But this can't be remedied, and I'm going to face Tom Riddle's wounds." ”

"A pervert who will peep into a girl's bathroom."

"And the fire that fills the chamber."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses: "Yes, so what do you want?" ”

(End of chapter)