The Alchemist of Harry Potter

When Albert used the Imperius Curse to send Ginny Weasley back to the dorm by herself. Professor McGonagall had just woken up Madam Pomfrey, who had fallen asleep.

The head nurse only put on a jacket over his pajamas, and hurried out with Professor McGonagall. Seeing the boy lying stiffly on the bed, he couldn't help but gasped.

"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey lowered her voice to Dumbledore.

She walked over to the bedside and leaned over to check the boy's condition, a strange symptom she hadn't seen before. The boy was as stiff as a rock, and she couldn't help but associate the rumors she had heard a while ago.

Honestly, Madam Pomfrey even suspected that the stiff boy in front of her was dead, had it not been for precedent.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore calmly. "McGon found him on the stairs."

All three looked at Colin intently, trying to find some clues about the attacker from him.

"I heard Mr. Creevey's screams, came out to check the situation, and found that he was attacked." Professor McGonagall said in a low voice, "You should also notice Mr. Creevey's wide eyes and stunned expression. Well, he must have seen the attacker, and the attacker was probably an unexpected guy.

"What do we do, I mean how do we treat him," Madam Pomfrey whispered.

"The powerful recovery agent made by Mandrake grass roots can lift the petrification curse." Dumbledore comforted: "Mrs. Sprout just happens to have a batch of Mandrake grass roots, and when they mature, Severus will be able to Made into an antidote."

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey frowned slightly and began to search for similar symptoms in her mind.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall's tone was full of unease, "I have never heard of any black magic that can turn people into petrification... I actually wanted to catch up before, and now I shudder when I think about it... If If I didn't meet Albus, who knows what would happen..."

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened again," Dumbledore said softly.

"But Albus...you must know...who?" Professor McGonagall stared blankly at Dumbledore, hoping to get an answer from the other side's mouth.

"But the question is not who," Dumbledore took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers, "but the question is, how did he do it."

Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey looked blank, obviously not understanding Dumbledore's words.

"Would he have photographed the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly, looking at the camera.

Dumbledore didn't answer, reached out and pried open the back of the camera, and a pungent smell of burning plastic came out of the camera.

Madam Pomfrey said in surprise, "It melted..."

Dumbledore closed the camera back, placed it on the bedside table beside the hospital bed, and said to Madam Pomfrey, "Take care of Mr. Creevey until the potent recovery agent is ready."

"I will."

"It's very unusual, Albus." Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore out of the hospital, "I noticed that Mr. Creevey had a bunch of grapes on him, and I guess he was trying to sneak in here to see Paul. Special. The attackers were able to accurately seize the opportunity and quickly disappeared after using black magic to petrify Mr. Creevey."

"I'll look into this."

Professor McGonagall stopped and looked at Dumbledore with oppressive eyes: "You know what I mean, my students have been attacked, and it is impossible for me to turn a blind eye to this."

"Well, according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania."

"he?"

"Voldemort."

Hearing Dumbledore say the name, Professor McGonagall shuddered.

"As far as I know, Voldemort is the last Slytherin heir." Dumbledore said calmly: "Although there is no evidence, I believe that he should have done it."

"Could it be that he sneaked into the school again?" Professor McGonagall recalled what happened last year, when Voldemort possessed Quirrell and invaded Hogwarts to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"That's why I can't figure it out." Dumbledore went on. "How on earth did he do this."

Yes, Dumbledore couldn't figure that out.

In fact, Dumbledore was walking through the forests of Albania long after the Halloween attack.

In that forest, there were traces of Voldemort's use of black magic everywhere, and there were signs that his old student was still hiding in the depths of the forest.

Since Voldemort was in the forests of Albania, how on earth did he do it.

Horcrux?

Last time, Albert found the crown, confirming that Voldemort made Horcruxes.

Based on what he knew about Voldemort, the other party should have made more than one Horcrux.

However, Dumbledore was also very unfamiliar with the evil dark magic item such as Horcrux.

Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office with a cup of hot chocolate from the kitchen, looked at the aging bird standing on the branch, and murmured: "Fox, you need to act quickly, I need your help soon."

Dumbledore actually had a guess about the secret room and the monsters in the secret room.

Fifty years ago, when Myrtle was killed by monsters in the Chamber of Secrets, he had investigated it, even though there was no evidence at the time against the killer.

At that time, he could only remain silent and silently monitor each other.

Dumbledore knew very well that even if he did superfluous things, nothing would change, and he could only help Hagrid as much as possible.

After the attack on the night of the Halloween feast, Dumbledore once again put the dusty memory into the Pensieve to watch, trying to tease out valuable information.

He wasn't in a hurry to catch the monster in the back room, it was more important to find out how Voldemort did it.

As for the attack.

Dumbledore believes that in the future, the professors' patrols can minimize the incident, and Harry, who was involved in this matter, will continue to investigate.

Harry will once again face a whole new challenge.

Dumbledore knew the risks he needed to take, but he had to give Harry enough exercise while he was still strong enough.

Only by allowing Harry to get enough exercise can he grow up quickly and gradually get closer to the truth.

If he doesn't get enough exercise, what can Harry do to cope with the difficulties he will face in the future?

Although there were times when Dumbledore thought he might have told Harry the truth long ago, Harry was so young that twelve was really not much better than eleven.

He prefers to let Harry know the truth gradually as he grows up, which is more useful than telling Harry the truth all at once.

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