"No~" Dumbledore gradually retracted the smile on his face, "He has other things to deal with." ”

"Really?" Owen looked a little lost, and he said in a sighing tone: "My grandfather still can't forget the chocolate factory on the Black Pearl in Alice's dreamland!" ”

"Did he take King Bella Arthur to work at the chocolate factory?"

Owen Bear spreads his hands. ┓(`)┏

Unfortunately, the people around him looked at him in amazement.

No one can understand his meme.

"Uh-forget it, you won't understand this stalk."

He said, then handed Dumbledore the object in his other hand, Salazar's locket.

"Find one more thing, and the destruction of Voldemort is just around the corner." The corners of his mouth curled and he said in a relaxed tone.

"It's—"

The old principal's face sank, and he walked forward quickly, holding the locket in his hand.

He looked at the silver object in his hand, the surface was a brown gem, the gem was covered with magical inscriptions, and in the center was a dark green snake, which seemed to be alive.

There was a chill and evil magic in his hand holding the pendant box.

Don't guess too much.

This must be Voldemort's Horcruxes.

"It's his stuff." The headmaster looked cautiously. "Where did you find it?"

"Strictly speaking, this should be Sirius's younger brother, Regulus stole it from Voldemort, and as for where he stole it from, ask the house-elf." Owen said flatly.

He didn't tell Dumbledore directly what happened.

"What?" Sirius on the side said excitedly, "My brother, stole his things from Voldemort?" ”

"This can't be, he's just like my mother, who carved pure-blood ideas into her blood, he's a Death Eater, how could he betray Voldemort?"

"Betrayal? True loyalty to Voldemort Death Eaters is no more than two hands. ”

"There has never been a betrayal of loyalty."

Owen didn't explain much, but looked straight at Dumbledore, "This Horcrux shouldn't have the value of fooling. ”

"It is estimated that when Senior Tom made it, it should be during the First Wizarding War, and at that time, he was hopeless."

"That's true," Dumbledore's blue eyes lifted as he looked at Owen, "but what I'm trying to correct is that it's not a fool, and I think it's better to call it 'give it another chance'." ”

"Ah, yes, yes." Owen pouted and horned up and down.

You've fooled yourself into it

"But it's not easy to destroy, Horcruxes are very powerful spells, and the items he protects will become indestructible." The old headmaster didn't seem to see Owen's mouth closed mechanically.

He still looked flat.

Explained mildly.

"The Fire Charm can destroy it, but I'd like to keep this pendant box." Owen said hurriedly, his face full of regret, "This is a relic left by Salazar, even if it doesn't have any magical effects, it's thousands of years old. The destruction of such a treasure is really unacceptable. ”

"Yes~" Dumbledore glanced at Owen and nodded approvingly.

Then out of nowhere, a shining sword was found.

"But it can."

"Gryffindor Sword?"

Owen looked at the silver sword in the old principal's hand, "You have it with you?" ”

"Be prepared."

“.”

What to be prepared for?

Who would fight the greatest wizard in the world in melee combat!

"You'd better get out of the way—" said the old headmaster flatly.

Then, Sirius, for unknown reasons, took a few steps back.

"Owen, get out of the way." He said.

"That-" Suddenly the little black head became shy, "Professor, will you let me split?" I've long seen Voldemort unpleasant, and I've never had a chance to beat him, I can't bully him, I can let me bully his soul! ”

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore rarely didn't refuse.

He looked at Owen solemnly, knowing what a terrible enemy this kid would face in the future.

It's not impossible to practice with Horcruxes now.

With this in mind, he handed the Gryffindor Sword to Owen.

Then he placed the pendant box on the ground, squinting and hissing sounds.

"Hiss ~ Hit ~ Open"

Just listen to the "click", the locket box is like a music box, slowly opened.

Immediately afterward, a thick black smoke overflowed from the locket.

The box twitched wildly, and then more smoke came out of it, and the smoke gathered upwards, and slowly a figure emerged from the smoke.

"I see it all, kid." The bald-headed, snake-eyed Voldemort was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and he looked at the young wizards proudly, "What do you want?" Strength, power, glory, I will give you. ”

The sudden change really frightened the wizards present.

Sirius immediately drew his wand and shielded Harry and the others behind him.

"Fuck off," he said.

Angry eyes looked directly at Voldemort, and a sneer appeared on his face: "The reptiles in the sewers will only hide in the cold place, and it will be difficult to survive!" ”

"Sirius?" Voldemort in the black fog obviously paused in his speech, he didn't expect Sirius to open his Horcrux.

However, he didn't care, first of all, the Horcrux was extremely strong, he didn't think Sirius had anything to destroy it, and secondly, he had a fairly high level of confidence in his Dementor Vision.

"The wanderer of the Black family! Why, are you going to return to the family and return to the glory of pureblood? Still whispering, Voldemort said, "Don't be ashamed, the great Dark Lord will forgive you for all your previous sins." ”

His voice was full of seduction, and it was growing exponentially over time.

It was clear that Voldemort was working on all of them.

This does not include Dumbledore and Owen, though.

"Tom?" Dumbledore behind the black fog looked at Voldemort in the form of black fog with mixed emotions.

"Who? Dumbledore? ”

Hearing this, Voldemort turned his head in shock, his body trembling slightly, and he was shocked when he saw the familiar white-bearded old man.

It's-

It was Dumbledore who opened his Horcrux?

Voldemort's pupils shrank.

Then the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably, anger and fear, hatred and mockery.

"You're old again, Dumbledore." He feigned grace and waved his black robe. "And I'm still as good as new."

"Really?" The old headmaster said flatly.

"Can't you even see your own soul clearly? Look at what you look like now. Is this what you want to make yourself a human and a ghost? ”

"Humph!" It seemed that he knew that he would not end well in the hands of Dumbledore, and the split soul in front of him was supposed to be the first wizarding war, when Voldemort was at its most powerful, and suddenly laughed: "What do you know?

The great Voldemort, whose soul does not die, will die forever. ”

Senior Tom shouted frantically, but neither Dumbledore nor Owen behind him had their expressions changed much from beginning to end.

The old headmaster looked at him quietly, like a clown jumping off a beam.

But if you look closely, you can see a hint of compassion flowing from behind his half-moon glasses.

"I was closer to eternal life than anyone else, until I understood that it was a sweet trap, and I told you more than once that Tom would only be worth remembering if you could pay close attention to the little things that happened around you."

"Oh, put away your assertions about love, don't you think it's ironic? Dumbledore. Tom looked sarcastic, his blood-red eyes full of ridiculousness, "You are old, and I am still new, what is powerful, and do you need to quibble now?" ”

"That's just appearances."

"But I think you're scared!"

"Tom." Dumbledore took a deep breath, "After all these years, I thought you would grow. ”

"Well, I'll have to thank myself."

Gradually, the argument between the two came to fruition.

Dumbledore just sighed.

He looked deeply at Tom Riddle, the best student he had ever been.

Gradually, he cast his gaze on Owen.

It was too late.

Now his expectations are on Owen.

- Feel Dumbledore's gaze.

Owen coughed lightly, then looked at the figure shrouded in black fog in front of him and said:

"Hello, Tom."

There was a light in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

Hearing this, Riddle turned his head in surprise, this soul naturally didn't know Owen.

But it doesn't matter, he'll know him in a while.

"Ahem." Owen coughed a few times, then blinked, looked at Tom with his charming gray and green eyes (the eyes really have green) and said, "Beauty hair transplant, plastic surgery and tooth repair, understand?" ”

"W-what?" One sentence broke Senior Tom's thinking.

"Beauty hair transplant, plastic surgery and tooth repair~"

"Hey, don't say no!

Appearance is combat effectiveness, look at you now, where is there still a generation of Dark Lords?

Do you know what to ask my grandfather - Grindelwald can sweep the whole of Europe?

People have to be handsome!

Why is Professor Dumbledore the greatest White Wizard?

People have to be handsome!

Why was it that when you were young, you were able to gather people's hearts, but now you can't?

Or because he's handsome! ”

"Appearance is the first combat power, from the original Dark Lord, my fifth year transfer student at Hogwarts, his prestige can make the dark wizard who hears his name escape hundreds of miles at night, (the little sister I pinched is so cute).

Then there's you when the third Dark Lord was a student, Tom Riddle.

Haven't you seen the pattern in this?

Only a handsome guy can be the Dark Lord, but the ugly guy will never be able to be the Dark Lord.

Whether it's a savior, or a black and white child, which one is ugly?

Look at yourself, since the disfigurement, the prestige has plummeted, haven't you noticed that all your followers were recruited before the disfigurement, and no one has taken the initiative to join you since then.

Why is that? ”

Owen continued to babble, babbling on and on.

The little wizard behind him was stunned.

Especially Hermione.

She looked at the boy holding the Gryffindor sword alofled, and wondered in her heart.

He's holding it like this—isn't he tired?

Owen, who was still chattering, didn't care about this, he continued: "Yan! Face! Back then, when you were not worthy of the position, there would naturally be people who resisted.

If you are still the handsome face that can fascinate thousands of girls, how many people will cry and shout to join the ranks of the Death Eaters.

You! Self-destructed their most powerful weapon. ”

After a period of Irving's whobility, it doesn't matter if others believe it or not, he believes it.

Just kidding, can the ugly one be the protagonist?

With a face like a drought cracked land, this thing can only be a villain, and it's also the kind of elite monster who is hacked to death with a knife, because the ugly one can't be a boss.

Can you imagine if Grindelwald had published his research on the Muggle and wizarding worlds at the Père Lachaise cemetery with a Filch face on his head?

Just that face - no one believes anything.

It's so ugly that no one comes back at all.

So thinking about it this way, although he said that there is not much truth, he can still squeeze out some truth by squeezing it.

"What are you talking about, little ghost!"

Xu has seen Voldemort in strong winds and waves, and he has not met anyone who dares to say that he is ugly to his face.

He was still at the peak of the First Wizarding War, and he had never experienced defeat.

was suddenly beaten up, which made his nerves a little trance.

"I said."

Owen's arm was sore, holding the Gryffindor sword.

Finally he couldn't make it anymore, and the sword fell horizontally.

"One knife and two paragraphs - uh - no! Wrong. ”

"Victory! Denglong Sword~~~"

As he spoke, he stabbed two pieces, but in fact, Owen just held it up and pierced it into the pendant box with the tip of his sword.

He wasn't willing to destroy this precious magical object.

And what about Voldemort in the black fog?

When Owen's sword plunged into it, a huge hole appeared in his body.

A golden hollow, the light swaying through the room like blood.

"You~~~"

His face was hideous, and a roar of pain came out of his mouth.

Then the darkness around him suddenly converged towards the center, slowly moving towards self-disintegration.

The hole in his chest suddenly cracked open again, as if something mysterious was watching the world through the hole.

It was only a momentary sensation, and Owen only thought it might be an illusion.

In the next second, Voldemort's red eyes disappeared in place.

The tragic voice, like every villain who leaves, shouts that I will definitely come back.

This time, though, it was Owen who had the upper hand.

"Bang!"

The moment Voldemort vanished, Harry also fell to the ground, clutching his forehead in pain, fine sweat breaking out on his face.

"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius hurriedly crouched down to check on Harry's condition.

He gasped for breath, his little face pale. It's as if everything that just happened happened to him.

"I don't know, my forehead." Harry gasped, his face flushed, and he felt like he had a fever, "It's going to crack in pain." ”

That kind of pain is very tolerable.

The next moment, his eyes rolled upward, and the whole person passed out.

"Harry! Harry!! ”

Sirius and Ron chanted Harry's name together.

But he didn't react at all.

"Huh?" Owen also looked sideways.

To be honest, Harry's reaction was a little too big.

As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry did have a reaction to destroying the Horcruxes, but generally only a slight headache.

Last semester he destroyed the soul on the Ravenclaw crown was that he didn't have such a big reaction, that is, a moment of pain that would soon pass.

This time, how did the reaction be so big.

Dumbledore stepped forward quickly.

His hand ran over Harry's forehead.

For a moment, a hot temperature burned his palm.

"He needs to cool down." The old headmaster said in a deep voice.

Then he picked up Harry, and the next moment, the apparition shifted.

In an instant, he and Harry vanished in place.

Sirius, on the other side, was also in a hurry.

Don't bother to ask Kreacher why Voldemort's Horcrux is here.

He hurried to Dobby's side.

"Take me to Hogwarts."

"No problem, sir." As he spoke, Dobby grabbed everyone else present.

Together, they warp time and return to Hogwarts Castle.

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Harry's condition was not serious.

For the wizarding world, it's really not serious.

After Madam Pomfrey poured him some kind of potion, his body temperature began to drop rapidly.

Harry's body was severely inflamed, she said, as if something outside had burrowed into his body.

But everyone knows that there is no such thing as a mystery.

Aside from Owen and Dumbledore, they may have some speculation in their minds.

After his temperature dropped, Harry slept all night and didn't wake up until the next day.

Sirius was always by his side.

He begged Madam Pomfrey to check on him several times and make sure Harry was okay before he was allowed to walk out of the school infirmary.

"Hey buddy, you scared me yesterday."

After the Charms class in the morning.

A group of young wizards gathered in the auditorium.

Ron looked at Harry and said, "I thought you had some kind of curse!" ”

"You know, it's a mystery man's stuff after all, and there's no guarantee that there won't be anything about it."

"I'm fine." Harry spoke weakly, a little sluggish. The whole person is not in a state.

He seemed reluctant to bring up the scar on his forehead.

Harry didn't seem to want to associate himself with Voldemort, even if he already had some guesses.

"Be happy, Harry." Ron patted his buddy on the shoulder and said, "After Professor Lupin left, there was a new change in the curriculum this semester. ”

"Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson for Sirius after this afternoon."

"It's his first class, the only shame is that we're going to be with Slytherin students, and if it's Hufflepuff it would be perfect." As he spoke, he took some sausages and fried tomatoes from the table.

"What do you think he's going to write for us?" Hermione gave Harry a worried look before continuing, her tone full of anticipation.

"I don't know, but I hope it goes smoothly and doesn't think about Hagrid's first class." Harry nodded solemnly, "If Malfoy dares to make trouble in class, I won't let him go." ”

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare, Sirius is not Hagrid."

(End of chapter)