A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Children, it's late. Go to bed early." Mrs. Weasley gave orders from the center of the living room.

"Aunt Molly," Neville whispered, "when are my parents coming back?"

"Don't worry, they're on the night shift. If it's too late, they might stay outside in the safe house." Mrs. Weasley's tone softened immediately.

Neville nodded silently and followed Harry and the others upstairs.

...

The bright and bright moon cast silver light on the deep, dense trees and shrubs, casting shadowy shadows on the ground, stretching over the tall, neat hedges. A very respectable mansion loomed in the darkness, Malfoy Manor.

There was a rustling in the air—

"It's Malfoy's peacock."

said a calm voice. He glanced warily from the shadows, and at once found the source of the sound, a white peacock walking gracefully on the top of the hedge.

The wizard stared at the peacock for a moment, dropped his guard, and spoke to his wife in a low voice.

"We've been staring at it for a few days, and I think we can gain something today."

Alice looked at a long, narrow corridor dented inward in the middle of the hedge, at the end of which were two magnificent wrought-iron gates. The forest is filled with wisps of mist, but when combined with the cool breeze of the night, it becomes less pleasing.

"Don't know what Gnar is doing now?" she asked softly.

"Should have fallen asleep by this time," Frank said softly, holding Alice's cold hand.

At this time, the air twisted. With a light sound, two figures suddenly appeared. One of them was wearing a long black cloak and a hood, covering his entire face, and looked cautious; the other was the exact opposite—the slender wizard also wore a hood, but he When he appeared, he couldn't wait to take it off, flipped his curled hair at will, and looked around.

"Put your hat on." The man growled at his companion.

Bellatrix snorted, "When did you get so timid, Lucius? This is your door."

"Of course I'm fine by myself, and it's fine to be seen," Lucius said, suppressing his anger, "but if anyone finds me hanging out with a fugitive who escaped from Azkaban—"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Bellatrix sneered at him, wand in hand.

"Narcissa should have seen you cowering at the party," she scoffed. "Don't worry, I'll only stay with you for a few days and then deal with those stinky giants, or— Do you want the Dark Lord to be replaced?"

"You were ordered to support the Carrows, and I was ordered to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic," said Lucius impatiently, "so don't make me do this and that, and I won't go crazy with you— —”

Bellatrix strode to the wrought-iron gate on her own accord, her cloak rustling on the ground. A green light flashed, and the white peacock, which was still showing off, fell from the hedge and lost its breath of life.

"Noisy stuff," she said contemptuously.

"Bellatrix!" Lucius screamed.

But her figure had disappeared straight through the wrought iron gate, as if the gate did not exist. Lucius stopped where he was, gasping for breath. After a long while, he strode in, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Frank looked at his wife worriedly, her fists clenched and her teeth rattling. "That devil... she took away our twelve years..." Alice leaned on her husband's shoulder and sobbed softly.

"Alice, just let her be proud for a while, I promise you, she will pay the price." Frank said in a cold tone, surrounding his wife, staring at the dark wrought iron gate.

...

The next morning, Harry watched as Sirius hurriedly ate his breakfast and prepared to go to work with Mr. Weasley, Bill, Percy, and Penello, holding back what he wanted to say.

It was as though time had come and gone, the scar on his head had suddenly become amiable after years of tormenting him - but even Harry thought on his knees, and knew that Voldemort couldn't be kind enough to pass knowledge to him through the scar.

The barely convincing reason is that Voldemort didn't know about it, everything was going on passively.

But why didn't this happen before? Or, when did it start to appear?

Harry remembered the sudden kiss again. He shook his head vigorously to drive the messy thoughts out of his mind. Going back further, that's when he 'saw' Voldemort's vision at the Ministry of Magic.

"Molly, Alastor may be here later, he was on the night shift last night," reminded Mr. Weasley.

"Got it, I'll save him a meal," said Mrs. Weasley.

Soon, they were lining up to leave, even Fred and George.

"Uh—Professor, aren't you going to work?" Harry looked at Felix.

"I'll be there later," Felix said. "The company's energy is now on the Anti-Theft Waterfall. I just finished sorting out its principles yesterday. What, is something wrong?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

He actually wanted to ask Sirius for advice, but now he wanted to be a professor too. The professor knew that he was troubled by the scar, and taught him Occlumency. Now the symptoms of the scar have changed, maybe it was also what the professor expected? And he can take the opportunity to ask about the life-suppressing spell. The professor uses this magic very smoothly...

Felix had set up a cot in the study on the third floor. When Harry walked in, before he could see clearly, Felix had reached out and reduced the cot to the size of a matchbox and slipped it into the ring.

The Blake family's study is both a study and entertaining function for distinguished guests. Therefore, in addition to the long desk and the collection of books that fill the three-sided bookshelves, there are also small sofas and wooden coffee tables in the corner of the study. The corners of the solid wood coffee table are numb, and it seems to be transformed from a huge tree tumor.

"Are these magical animals?" Harry looked at a few dynamic sketches on the coffee table with interest. The dark green ink outlined various animal shapes, many of which he could name.

"Yeah." Felix didn't elaborate. Gather the drawing paper together and tuck it into the ring.

Harry guessed that the professor might be preparing a comic book about Fantastic Beasts, but he thought it was unlikely, but he would not have guessed that Felix was trying to construct a combination of magical-like talents for Fantastic Beasts.

This is one of Felix's reflections after fighting Voldemort.

In that battle, he did not transform himself into a bird snake, mainly because he thought it was too dangerous. Fantastic animals had no advantage in the face of Voldemort's life-threatening curse, but he was keenly aware that there was a huge treasure.

Because Felix suddenly discovered that Voldemort didn't seem to understand the state of him and Dumbledore after the transformation, at least the word Voldemort used to describe this state was "transformed body" - this is obviously Salazar Slytherin. route.

From this, Felix judged that although Voldemort's body may have undergone many transformations to make himself especially suitable for dark magic, his unique life-threatening spell may have come from this - but Voldemort should not be able to transform into a magical animal.

If designed cleverly enough, this cognitive deficit could turn into Voldemort's reminder.

...

"Professor, when did you learn the Avada Throwing Charm?" Harry decided to start with a small question, but Professor Hepp was too keen to just cast him a glance and say half-jokingly, "What, you Want to learn this spell too? Be brave enough."

"It's not that I want to learn, I—er—I suddenly do." Harry hesitated for a while, but finally confessed.

Felix looked at him strangely. Could it be true that Harry learned how to use the Death Slayer Charm a few times? He didn't feel very good. He wouldn't teach bad children, would he? But Felix's expression turned serious when Harry described his experience of the past two days.

It was more serious than he could have imagined—Harry was vengeful and wanted to learn the Unforgivable Curse in private.

"Come with me." He said in a low voice.

He took Harry to the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Look at it with a life-suppressing spell."

Harry complied, and a green light flew from the tip of the wand. The two frowned at the same time.

Harry felt that the spell he cast today was much less powerful. Felix, on the other hand, saw a hint of familiarity in the way he casted spells, which meant that what Harry had said was true.

And he knew more things, like there was a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in Harry's body, so where did Harry's knowledge come from, Voldemort himself, or... that piece of soul?

"You got up the night before and heard some noise in your head?" Felix confirmed.

"Yes, but it will be gone soon," Harry replied nervously.

Felix was silent, watching Harry carefully through the magical perspective. Even he could only spy a trace of evil magic when Harry's brain defense was the weakest - that was the last school year, But now he doesn't dare to try it out.

If his guesses were right - Harry had unintentionally stimulated the sleeping soul shards, his doing so now could have dire consequences.

"Well," Felix said after thinking for a moment, "you try the other two spells - Cruciatus and Imperius, and cast them on me." Seeing Harry's surprised expression, he smiled, " I can still resist these two spells, don't worry about hurting me."

Harry waved his wand nervously, expecting the spell to succeed and not wanting it to. In the mood of worrying about gain and loss, he failed of course, and Harry looked back at the professor--

"Go on," Felix said quietly.

Harry chanted the incantation stiffly, and when an hour passed, he hadn't succeeded once.

"You have to show some determination."

"Spell the Unforgivable Curse in the Professor's face? I can't—" Harry muttered.

So he 'saw' Voldemort standing in front of him, staring at him with scarlet eyes, which made him shudder.

"Go on," said Voldemort.

This time Harry quickly found his way, even though he only knew spells, even though no one had taught him, despite... but he succeeded. Harry looked dazed and shocked, as if he had mastered the three Unforgivable Curses all at once.

How did this happen?

On the other side, Felix was lost in thought.

"Professor?" Harry asked uneasily. "Can Voldemort really influence me through scars? Or even pass on knowledge?"

"It's possible," Felix said, "but you don't have to worry. From your description, Occlumency is still effective, so the training in this area cannot be stopped... I will tell Dumbledore about your situation. , maybe he can see something."

Dumbledore's reaction was quicker than expected, and he appeared almost as soon as the notice was given.

He asked Harry in detail how he felt, and ended up leaving two of Harry's memories - the scene of 'sighting' Voldemort in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, and the memory of his first casting of the Killing Curse.

Then Harry was sent away, leaving only the two of them in the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Albus, do you think—" Felix said hesitantly.

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head. "Maybe it's just pure coincidence. I can come up with more than one reasonable explanation. For example, the Potter family has an ancient heritage, and Harry may have inherited this talent; or maybe Voldemort did. Transfer some of your power to Harry to make him change now..."

"However," he said solemnly, "it may also be the influence of the Horcrux itself. We all ignored a question before, which is the power of which Horcrux did Voldemort's resurrection use?"

With which Horcrux? Of course... eh?

Felix pondered the meaning of this sentence.

In theory, a wizard only needs one Horcrux, which can be used as an anchor in the real world after the wizard's death, allowing the wizard's remnant soul to reside in the world. But Voldemort frantically made multiple Horcruxes, which raised the question of which Horcrux was actually at work when he died.

You know, Harry himself is also a Horcrux, and he also has the role of keeping Voldemort's remnant soul from disappearing.

Of course, Harry is not a qualified Horcrux, or rather, not a Horcrux deliberately made by Voldemort. The possibility of requiring Harry to maintain Voldemort's remnant is not impossible, but it is also very small. There are other Horcruxes ahead.

But the problem is, long before Voldemort was resurrected, his Horcruxes were destroyed one by one.

The diary is the first;

The crown was the second, followed by the locket, and the serpent following Voldemort, four Horcruxes in total. and many more--

"Is the locket destroyed?" Felix confirmed.

When he passed the Slytherin locket to Dumbledore, it was still intact.

"I left it, originally intended to analyze the Horcrux—" Dumbledore shook his head lightly, "but I found another Horcrux, a ring passed down from generation to generation by Voldemort's mother. Voldemort put a ring on it. With a vicious curse, I nearly fell, thanks to your amulet for warning..."

"Is that so?" Felix nodded, that was still four pieces, but the order of destruction was changed to a diary, a crown, a serpent, and a ring. And Dumbledore also had an intact Horcrux locket in his hand.

That's five, including Harry, that's six...

"If Voldemort had even the slightest sense of reason, he would have divided his soul into nine pieces at most—"

"I personally prefer the number 'seven'," Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Although I haven't got conclusive evidence yet, I almost have a few eyebrows."

"Need help?" Felix asked.

"Ah, I can handle it, with Harry helping me... If the persuasion team is too exaggerated, it may scare my old friend away." Dumbledore said pleasantly.

Felix continued to think.

If the first Horcrux to function was the diary, then when the diary is destroyed, new Horcruxes, such as crowns, are bound to come into play. And after the crown was destroyed, it was the snake and the ring, until now, to the locket or another unknown Horcrux.

But the above is ideal.

What if Harry, the 'half-horcrux', was also involved at some stage in the middle? There must be a connection between the divided soul and the main soul, so when is this connection the greatest?

Of course, the Horcrux keeps the main soul from dissipating.

This also explains the fact that Harry's scars became more and more painful before he learned Occlumency. Because his Horcrux started to work!

"Albus, do you think--does the piece of soul in Harry's body 'revive'?" This was Felix's greatest worry.

"It's not very likely," Dumbledore shook his head, "the function of a Horcrux is never recovery, let alone a piece of debris can't help... But no one knows the consequences of turning a living person into a Horcrux. , even Voldemort himself could not have known."

"The Horcrux itself has extremely strong properties, but it is not reflected in Harry. All this shows that the living Horcrux is special." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "I am worried that Harry is 'digesting' the Horcrux, Or rather—merge Voldemort's soul fragments."

Felix raised his head in astonishment, but had to admit that there was such a possibility, he began to think about countermeasures.

"Occlumency can relieve this symptom."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"And then," Felix's blue eyes began to flicker, "we can't wait another ten years - Harry can't wait, and has to deal with Voldemort in a year or two. The sooner the better! "

"That is precisely the most difficult thing," said Dumbledore softly.

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