A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The wizards onlookers saw the white-bearded old man who suddenly walked out, with strong hope in their eyes, and they whispered in unison: "Dumbledore." The voices of thousands of people mixed together, like a dull thunder, in Voldemort's ear Side blast.

He turned sharply, "Dumbledore?"

At this moment, an invisible sharp blade slashed towards Voldemort, the air was cut open, and the Flaming Snake was also divided into two parts.

Voldemort turned his head and raised the snakewood stick, and from the tip of the stick gathered lush and lush branches of snakewood, which entangled each other into a sharp spear of amazing length, and went straight through the bright white flame, splashing countless sparks, reaching Fei. lix.

Felix flashed into the air like a fish, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the ground. He was holding a short sword in his hand - it was deformed from an ebony wand. The front end of the short sword was a transparent blade extended by magic, and the cutting spells flew towards Voldemort very quickly, and the snake-like The twigs are chopped.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Felix stopped, also showing a puzzled expression.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and walked calmly towards Voldemort: "You are destined to come home disappointed today, Tom."

Voldemort returned with a grim smile: "Dumbledore, you don't know what I have done, what I have gained, and you want to teach me?" He took two steps back, letting Dumbledore and Felix be in his room at the same time. In the field of vision, he tilted his head and laughed: "Two against one?"

Felix waved at him, "I'll rest for a while." He narrowed his silver-gray eyes and paced away.

Voldemort focused his attention on Dumbledore, raised his hand and released a deadly green light, Dumbledore turned his wrist deftly, the stone on the ground turned into a golden shield, there was a loud bang in the air, and the death curse was blocked .

"Transfiguration," said Voldemort with disgust.

Bundy, the house-elf in the crowd, nodded his head, "Damn magic." Draco Malfoy glanced at him, only to meet a pair of terrifying eyes, which he avoided subconsciously, and then took care of his own. Back off annoyed.

But the house-elf didn't care at all, just stared at the battlefield and whispered, "I hate Transfiguration, like candy."

"Of course I know what you've done, Tom. You've just committed a horrific murder and another innocent life has died because of you," said Dumbledore, stepping closer to Voldemort. Phoenix Fox hovered above his head, making a soft chirping.

"You know? Then you should know whose wand I have. You are no longer my match, Dumbledore. Try this!"

Voldemort raised the snake-wood rod, leaned back slightly, and the magic power poured into the snake-wood rod with impunity. He and the wand made a heart-pounding hiss at the same time, as if there were thousands of snakes roaring, and the surrounding environment twisted strangely. Get up, bright and dark.

"Parseltongue!" Harry exclaimed nervously from the crowd.

"What did he say?" Ron yelled, covering his ears. The surrounding wizards were either like him, or resisted with a silent spell or a shielding spell, but the nauseating feeling lingered like a tarsal maggot.

Fox flew over, screeching loudly and singing. The discomfort disappeared.

People looked up--

"Avada Suomin! (Parseltongue)" The evil hoarse voice kept oscillating in the air, and countless physical ropes poured out from the snake wooden staff, at an extremely fast speed, and the surrounding green light converged into an ominous aura. The clouds spread in the direction of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stopped suddenly, the ground under his feet was undulating like waves, and the earth dragons swelled on the ground, coiling into continuously high agglomerates, like fast-growing ancient trees. Then strong vines extended from the top of the ancient tree and swiped at Voldemort.

The ropes and green clouds along the way were swept away one after another, and Felix's heart dropped.

But Dumbledore was by no means easy. Most of the vines were broken, and they fell from a height of hundreds of feet and shattered, like a broken pillar, but fortunately, the feature of Transfiguration is that as long as the magic can keep up , it can continue to maintain the deformation, and these broken pillars are re-condensed and formed under the control of Dumbledore.

Voldemort was unstoppable and disappeared in place.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang!" The continuous offensive completely shattered the remaining twisted ropes and green clouds.

Dumbledore panted slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead were strangely flattened, and he suddenly became several years younger. The scene quieted down, and Voldemort looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. He had overestimated the old man, but Dumbledore's strength once again broke his perception.

Could it be that he didn't use all his strength ten years ago?

Voldemort felt a strong humiliation, followed by fear. But then, his eyes froze, "Your hand!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, and the wrinkles on his forehead disappeared again, and the change was more obvious now, even Harry could see it. "How does Headmaster Dumbledore's face look younger..." Ron muttered softly. Harry's heart lifted, and he intuitively thought this was abnormal.

Hermione's eyes widened, and her mouth let out a short inhalation sound.

Felix was also shocked. Dumbledore's magic permanently changed the terrain, but such a powerful Transfiguration... He suddenly remembered the "special method" used by Dumbledore to defeat Voldemort.

He stared at Dumbledore's stretched brows, wondering what the price would be?

Voldemort didn't notice these subtle changes, and all his attention was on Dumbledore's dry, charred hand, or, to be precise, the inconspicuous black gemstone ring on his hand.

His face was instantly contorted.

"Tom, you are too arrogant to think that no one can discover your secret." Dumbledore said calmly, waving the Elder Wand, the ground suddenly dented, and Voldemort was sucked in by a strong suction, But he still stared at the ring on Dumbledore's hand before disappearing, his snake-like pupils trembling uncontrollably.

Horcrux, his Horcrux.

Dumbledore found out! He turned his head to look at Felix, who looked solemn.

The next second, Voldemort was pulled into the vortex.

In an instant, the battle seemed to be over. The scene was quiet for a few seconds—

"He's dead?" a wizard asked, trembling.

"No," said a voice without hesitation. Nearby wizards all glared at the speaker, Harry, clutching his forehead with a painful expression on his face.

Voldemort's mood swings were too violent for him to turn a blind eye. Picture after picture appeared in Harry's mind, it was Voldemort of different ages, they all had one thing in common, that is, committing horrific murders without any hesitation...

Then the scene changed abruptly: Voldemort, whose facial features were blurred like wax, handed a diary to the blond young man, and the young man took it over by agreement;

Voldemort, who failed to find a job, showed up in the Room of Requirement, placed a crown on a mountain of garbage, and had a smug smile on his face;

A pale hand dropped the black gemstone ring in an abandoned hut;

The Slytherin locket was dropped into the glowing green liquid;

Baby-like hands caressing a giant python, calling it "Nagini..." in a grim voice

And the familiar woman who appeared in the line of sight, excitedly holding up a gold cup, from the reflection in her pupils, it can be confirmed that this scene happened not long ago...

Dumbledore tried his best to control the magic. The ground continued to crack, thorns pierced from the ground one after another, and there was a creepy muffled sound from the tightening vortex. Then, Voldemort reappeared, looking slightly embarrassed, with ten marks on his face. A few mouths.

The snake wooden staff in his hand groaned softly, and the green light covered his entire body along his pale hands, and the wound on his face was healed. He stared at Dumbledore, making a "hissing" sound in his mouth, and the feeling just now reappeared, the snake wooden staff trembled, as if there were thousands of snakes echoing him.

"A-Kasali-Diss--"

"Be careful, Headmaster Dumbledore, he wants to curse in Parseltongue—"

"Be quiet, Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

The next second, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, and Harry found himself locked in a circle of red-eyed monsters.

The monster was like some kind of sticky glue, or a parasite, entangled with him so tightly that Harry didn't know which was his body and which was the monster's body, Harry was trapped inside, Just like Voldemort who fell into the swamp deeper and deeper, but he didn't have the ability to escape on his own.

The scar on his forehead hurt like never before, and Harry felt like he was going to die, which was not bad, at least relieved from the pain. It's just that all this is out of his control. The monster spoke with his own mouth, so Harry could only feel his mouth open and close in excruciating pain.

The people outside were startled, "Invisibility? Or Apparated?" The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic looked around, when Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted stiffly, his neck raised like a snake, his pupils I don't know when it became the vertical eye of a snake.

"Harry?" cried Sirius.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore?" A hoarse voice came from Harry's mouth, almost like Voldemort.

The onlookers backed away in panic.

"What's the matter, that kid..."

"What's wrong with him?"

"No, that voice—"

There was another circle of people around, Dumbledore leaned down, looked at Harry's snake-like eyes, and said hurriedly: "Harry, cheer up, don't forget who you are!"

"Who am I?" Harry's eyes turned blood red and hissed, "Of course I'm the greatest Dark Lord in history—"

"My God! That boy is possessed!"

Dumbledore took Harry's shoulders and said in a deep voice: "You are Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily, think about them, Harry, if they are still alive, they must be proud of you! And Your friend at school, Harry! Remember who you are!"

Harry found himself trapped in the endless darkness, his consciousness blurred with pain, he felt himself falling... Then he heard a vague voice, it was Dumbledore, he was calling his name .

What's my name?

Harry's memory is a little fuzzy, is he Tom Riddle or Harry Potter?

"Harry, cheer up!" Hermione said anxiously: "Think about Sirius, think about Remus, think about Hagrid..." She read out the names of the people Harry knew best, endlessly. In the darkness, Harry's consciousness woke up.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said to himself, and he looked up at the red-eyed monster who was holding him tightly. "You're Voldemort."

Outside, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Sirius, and Dumbledore surrounded Harry tightly and kept calling his name. Alimia Burns looked worried, but she turned her head and shouted: "All Aurors, separate the surroundings, maintain vigilance, and the therapist is in place."

The house-elf Bundy watched this scene, and he seemed a little too calm when the others panicked, "It's a little scary..." At this moment, a figure suddenly staggered towards him, Bundy indifferently Looking up, he found that it was the young man who had wrapped himself tightly and only showed half of his thin chin.

"Student?" he muttered, snapped his fingers, and disappeared suddenly.

Draco Malfoy was shoved to the ground by the crowd, and his heart trembled as he saw Harry's face twisted in pain through the messy gap. He was so frightened that he couldn't get up at all, unable to imagine the pain the man his age was going through.

He saw Harry's mouth open and his eyes turned emerald green again.

"Get out of my head, Voldemort!"

Harry's roar spread far away, his fist hit the ground, the ground trembled strangely, and the small stones on the ground jumped up.

"Hey...I'm you, Harry Potter is our common name..."

"No—no—" Harry said through gritted teeth, struggling a little bit to free himself from the red-eyed monster's arms.

"Get out of--my--brain--"

He slammed the ground with each punch, and his arm smashed a huge roar like a drumstick, as if hitting people's hearts.

"God, look at that boy, what did he do—"

"Unbelievable!"

"Who is he?"

"It works, continue to wake up Harry, this is a contest of will." Felix stood behind the crowd, his eyes changed colors like a marquee, star rings, silver, silver-gray, and strands of silver condensed from his fingertips. Silk.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville shouted eagerly, murmuring—

"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom, Harry, you taught me magic, remember?"

"Think of Ginny, Harry! Don't you want to see her?" Hermione cried.

"Let's fly halfway across England in a car together—" Ron froze for a moment, staring at Harry, unable to say anything, "Merlin's socks, you and Ginny? When did that happen? "

Finally, a cloud of black mist rushed out of Harry's body. Felix reached for it, but caught nothing. He threw the silver filament out again. A scream came from the black mist, far away. The earth reverted to Voldemort's body in the air.

His snake face is like wearing a mask, and it accommodates too many emotions at the same time, joy, anger, sadness, joy...

He gave Felix a vicious look and disappeared without warning.

Felix didn't care about Voldemort's vicious eyes, and thought silently: "It seems to have some effect, but it's not obvious...Is it the emotion I chose, right? What could it be, Horcrux... Soul integrity... Repentance? Repentance? !"

He originally wanted to try to see if emotions could have an effect on Voldemort, and if it was useful, he could study it in a targeted manner. But he suddenly had a new idea:

Horcruxes are a way of splitting souls to gain immortality, the price of which is of course the pain of splitting souls, becoming less and less human, and the consequent problems of soul instability. That's why Harry became a horcrux - when Voldemort was hit by a rebounding Killing Curse at Potter's home in Godric's Hollow, a fragment of Voldemort's soul was also blown away, attached to the only living creature in the collapsed house on the soul.

And Voldemort didn't even notice the process.

Of course, it's not impossible to make his soul whole again, Felix thought. According to the annotations in the book "The Secret of Cutting-edge Black Magic", "true repentance" can make the split soul return to the original body, but the pain that follows is devastating.

It is estimated that Voldemort did not intend to try this approach. But he doesn't want to, others can help.

The specific method is to arrest Voldemort, the kind who wants to live and has no ability to resist. And then desperately brainwashing, or creating feelings of repentance... but this method is not easier than killing Voldemort directly.

Harry was lying on the ground panting, shivering with cold, and then he found himself floating, lying on a stretcher, with footsteps all around, and Harry wanted to say something, and then his head went round and round.

He heard someone talking above his head, but he couldn't tell who it was. It could be Headmaster Dumbledore, or Professor Hepp, or Ron and Hermione. He opened his eyes, his vision blurred. A hand reached towards him and hung the glasses over his ear, and the environment suddenly became clear.

Dumbledore's nose was so close that he could see concerned blue eyes staring at him as soon as he looked up.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Fine." Harry said slightly embarrassed. "Drink him, boy, it'll make you feel better." Harry looked up, and it was Mr. Slughorn who was talking with a thumb-sized glass bottle in his hand, looking at himself with a very complicated expression. , there is annoyance and admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you," Harry muttered, drinking the potion.

He found himself lying in a makeshift tent with a school crest hanging on the wall, and he stared a few times before realizing it wasn't the Hogwarts crest—it was Ilvermorny's, though it looked like it. .

Harry suddenly realized that this was Headmaster Ilvermorny's tent. Thinking that the headmaster had been killed by Voldemort, he felt uncomfortable for a while, so he hated Voldemort who did all this even more. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and a flash of light flashed in a trance, and he suddenly remembered the memory of Voldemort he had seen before.

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's arm and said inarticulately, "Cup—Bellat Hicks."

"What? Harry, what did you say?" Dumbledore bowed his head.

"Bellatrix! He handed the gold cup to Bellatrix Lestrange!" Harry shouted, then passed out completely.

Let me explain here that Grindelwald is not Bundy the house elf, he sees it all through Bundy's eyes.