Dumbledore was stunned and looked at Harry suspiciously.

"He said, you can't wear this ring." Harry's tone was calm, and he pressed his hand down, and the ring clicked crisply, touching the table.

Dumbledore hesitated.

Harry continued, "And you're a little too anxious, check again. ”

He was reluctant to spread his fingers, waved his wand, and checked again, and Snape was involved.

The two of them didn't take it seriously at first, they just wanted to take this opportunity to study the Resurrection Stone properly.

It can be followed by a second round of examinations.

A few more evil breaths overflowed, falling on the table like sludge, corroding into pits the size of soybeans, almost scaring them out of a cold sweat.

There is also a deeper hidden curse in the ring.

Onion-like, layer upon layer.

Without Harry's reminder, they immediately began the third round of inspections.

This time, the two men with profound knowledge in the field of dark arts were unable to detect anything unusual.

But it was enough to make Dumbledore wary of resisting the temptation of the ring, and with a flick of his wand, the ring flew back into the box, and it was laid out like a work of art.

"Don't you destroy it?" Snape looked at it, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's not the time yet." Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry also has a Horcrux on his head, we need to study it."

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall scrambled to her feet and looked at him in horror, "Harry is a Horcrux?" ”

Flitwick and Sprout also stared in shock.

"An accident." Dumbledore shook his head and waved his hand at them, his tone soft, comforting them, "Don't worry, Harry's Occlumency is already very proficient, and it will hardly be affected in any way. ”

McGonagall's face became even more ugly: "Almost? ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, but looked at Harry with the words "I need help" in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Professor." Harry spoke, his voice brisk, "Not almost, but not at all. ”

"And we've got a Horcrux now, with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, both of whom are masters of the dark arts, and will definitely be able to figure out how to get rid of the Horcrux in my head."

Flitwick immediately spoke, "I can too, Harry, you can't forget me. ”

"I'm your Charms professor, I didn't mean to say Severus bad, I can't beat him in black magic, but I'm better at Charms than him."

Snape surprised but nodded approvingly.

"I may not have the magic skills of Minerva or Filius." Sprout was a little embarrassed, "But I can use my mouth, such as what needs some magic herbs that are difficult to cultivate." ”

"I can't grow it without it."

Harry laughed, heartily.

Snape was stunned.

Flitwick noticed his expression: "Harry laughs a lot like his mother, doesn't he?" ”

Snape turned his head away and snorted, unable to make out the emotion in the snort.

"The Horcrux is slowly researched later, it's not a matter of a day or two." Dumbledore closed the box, "I'm worried about you right now, Harry. ”

Several of the other professors frowned.

Right now?

There's a piece of Voldemort on his head, and he's only worried now?

"What about the Goblet of Fire?" Harry drained the drink from his glass.

This made the professors stunned again.

Oh yes, there's another thing.

The Death Eater conspiracy, this is more important than Horcruxes right now.

Their brows tightened.

Dumbledore nodded, "Tom may be in better shape than we expected." ”

"Good enough to even give birth to a child." Harry was expressionless.

Dumbledore was stunned, he didn't mean it that way, although this incident could also confirm his state.

Flitwick grinned, a little tempted to laugh.

"And the number of horcruxes he has seems to be beyond my imagination." Dumbledore stared at the box, "Leave one behind, set it as a trap, if it weren't for you and him, I'm afraid."

Perhaps, he could resist the temptation of the first wave of magic, and maybe he knew to check the ring, but he would never check the second time.

What worries him the most.

It was Voldemort's reluctance.

used a Horcrux to exchange his own life, and even almost succeeded.

"A relic of the Big Four." Harry snapped his fingers and counted, "Excluding Mr. Gryffindor, that's three, including this ring and that diary, five in all." ”

"Yes, maybe more than that." Dumbledore was a little worried, "I thought there were only two or three at most, and to make a Horcrux would require tearing souls, which is extremely evil and painful, and it is unbearable just to think about it. ”

"Tom, he's determined."

"Maybe he'll have seven Horcruxes."

"Seven" is a magical number that is mentioned repeatedly in the Standard Mantra.

"That's eight if you count me?" Harry questioned.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know, Severus. ”

"I know." Snape still didn't turn his head, he stared straight at Godric's portrait, and nodded impatiently.

McGonagall made a straight face: "Harry, I originally wanted to give me a holiday at Christmas, but now it seems that we don't have time, from now until the end of the holiday, what do you think of the make-up lessons of one professor every day?" ”

Flitwick didn't resist this time, just as cautious as McGonagall.

Unsurprisingly, Harry nodded in agreement, "Of course, is Professor Moody still at Hogwarts?" ”

"I'll convince him." McGonagall nodded heavily, "So you have one more day a week."

"Professor Dumbledore has two classes a week." Harry shook his head, interrupting him.

McGonagall smiled brightly, "That's the best, Albus is very good, you should learn more from him, um. I mean magic. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "But I still have to work with Severus on Horcruxes." ”

"Albus, you only have two days a week to attend." Flitwick gloated, "There are five days left, and there's plenty of time. ”

Snape's tone was cold: "Albus, now is not the time to rest, you should put down some boring and stupid things." ”

"I'll write to the Wizengamot." Dumbledore sighed, "Push off the last few days of the party." ”

He stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, let's all go back and rest now, remember to let the elf prepare dinner, should you miss the meal now?" ”

Immediately after, his gaze fell on the wooden box on the table: "As for this thing"

"Pomona, I think we can rest assured that you will keep it."

Sprout smiled and nodded, "Think of me?" I'll take good care of it. ”

With a wave of her wand, she threw out a vine from under her robe, not a shapeshifting creation, but a living magical plant, wrapped in the box and retracted, and then a huge mouth opened to meet the vine, grunted, and swallowed the box.

They left.

The Sorting Hat said goodbye to Harry, who wanted to stay in the office with the body of a motorcycle and continue to show off to Godric.

Being able to fly freely in the sky is a real pleasure.

Harry allowed that he hadn't needed to use a motorcycle lately.

Professor McGonagall was worried about Harry, and she escorted him back to the common room, reassuring him that he didn't have to think about it, that with the professors there, everything could be solved.

It wasn't until Harry confessed to her that he knew he had a soul fragment on his head in his first year.

This made McGonagall angry enough.

Dumbledore knew everything, but didn't tell her anything, it was her student!

She turned around and immediately walked towards the principal's office again.

in the common room.

Most of the little wizards are still playing outside, and only some of the older students, among whom the fifth and seventh grade wizards are the mainstay, stay to read.

Ron wasn't out playing, he was by the fireplace, applying medicine to his eyes and nose.

Hermione sat on the sidelines, munching on a heavy book.

She was also the first to notice Harry's return, and looked up with a surprised smile on her face, "Harry, I thought it would take you a few days to come back. ”

"Everything went well." Harry walked over and sat down beside her, "No accidents, Ron, what's wrong?" ”

"Got into a fight with Malfoy." Ron muffled, "Today George and I continued to bully Malfoy, and he suddenly resisted, scolding us for bullying more and less. ”

"Although it is true that their family did something that almost killed Ginny, I think he was right, several people bullied him, and he fought with him alone."

Harry looked at his wounds.

His eyes were blue, as if he had been punched, and there were a few patched gaps in his robe, which was a curse.

"Don't say you didn't hit him." He spoke slowly.

Ron stiffened his neck: "How is it possible! I've been taking dueling lessons from Mr. Potter, and I've written dozens of feet of papers, and I can't beat him? ”

"It's just that Malfoy does have some skills, and I think of him as the kind of guy who doesn't know how to learn."

"But he does look uneducated, doesn't he? When his father was still there, he bullied people with his father all day long, and now that he has no father, he has become a shrunken turtle and has no friends in Slytherin! ”

"I was a little careless, and I got a few spells and punches from him."

Speaking of this, he laughed excitedly, pulled at the wound on his face, and immediately bared his teeth: "But Malfoy was sent to the school infirmary, and Professor McGonagall deducted thirty points for this, plus half a month's confinement. ”

"Slytherin didn't get deducted!"

Harry understands his pride and when two people fight, only if one of them has an absolute advantage, the other side will not be deducted points.

"You don't look like you can deduct points from Slytherin." Harry pulled out a few bottles of potions from his Sorting Hat and handed them over.

"Next time, next time I will definitely be more careful." Ron took it, uncorked it and took a sip, "George and Fred will give me the task of dealing with Malfoy in the future, and they will have to be busy with the business of the joke workshop." ”

It's a bit of a Kavin.,Two chapters today.,I'm looking for the state!

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