Chapter 1,180

"Anything gained?"

Dumbledore's figure appeared in front of Fan Lin again. Now, two Dumbledores appeared in the screen, one was asking Tom, and the other was asking Fan Lin.

Perhaps in Dumbledore's eyes, Fanlin is the next Tom Riddle, and fortunately, so far, Fanlin and Tom are still in a situation of opposition.

"I'm wondering why, why Tom is obsessed with Hogwarts." Verlin said after a pause.

Tom's voice became clearer and clearer. Perhaps Dumbledore's words succeeded in irritating him. Fan Lin saw Tom's hand reaching into his robe.

Although it was very obscure, Fan Lin still felt very familiar.

He also likes to do this, especially when facing enemies, it will give him some sense of security.

"He wanted to kill you, didn't he." Fan Lin said, pointing at Voldemort, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid so," laughed Dumbledore, "but it doesn't seem like a good idea, does it?"

Fanlin suddenly understood why Dumbledore had to call him here today.

He and Voldemort are surprisingly similar in many ways, but Fan Lin is not as decisive as Voldemort. It can be said that he is not outstanding enough.

"Yes, this is not a wise choice." Fan Lin nodded, "At least, I wouldn't do that, or in other words, if it were me, I wouldn't come to see you at all."

"I thought so at first, but..." Dumbledore paused, "It's the same for you and Tom. Neither of you would choose to do this if you weren't sure."

"No, you are the one who is confident, Professor Dumbledore..." Fan Lin opened his mouth, but he still couldn't find any good description.

Old fox?

At that time, Voldemort definitely had the ability, or in other words, the opportunity to kill Dumbledore, but this was something that would not be worth the loss.

"So, you haven't answered my question yet, Professor, why is Voldemort obsessed with Hogwarts?"

"Oh, probably, this is a place where he has lived for seven years." Dumbledore said, "You should know that once a person stays alive for too long, it is easy to develop a kind of... belonging. feel."

"A sense of belonging..." Fan Lin was a little surprised.

What a sense of belonging.

There is no doubt that Voldemort has killed Hepzibah at this time, so it is inevitable that he already has Hufflepuff's golden cup and Slytherin's locket in his hands.

Voldemort obtained the Diadem of Ravenclaw in school and tricked Helena, the daughter of Ravenclaw, into bringing the diadem back from the place where Helena died.

And the ring on Morfin's hand, plus the diary.

After all the calculations, Voldemort had already made five Horcruxes.

Every time the soul is separated, what is taken away is a part of Voldemort's humanity, either happiness or emotion. In short, Voldemort is an out-and-out lunatic.

Feeling a sense of belonging in a ruined castle?

Tom Fanlin, who was before the age of sixteen, thought it was very possible. Looking at Voldemort's current state, eyes, and pupils?

It's obvious that this guy has gone completely crazy.

"Perhaps a little, Professor, but I think there may be something else that appeals to Voldemort."

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore didn't say much about this.

"Hogwarts Castle, as a castle that has been passed down for thousands of years, always has many secrets waiting for others to discover, right? Maybe there is something here that Tom wants more." Dumbledore Said, "However, I am more inclined to think that Tom wants to expand his power. This is what he did when he was in school. It turns out that Hogwarts is also a good recruiting point."

Fan Lin suddenly understood why Dumbledore was willing to stay here.

"So, are there any questions, Fanlin?" Dumbledore said kindly, "It's not a good idea to leave Harry behind and leave him here alone."

"I just want to make sure." Fan Lin paused, "I mean, have you decided?"

"What to decide?"

"About the next plan." Fan Lin shook his head.

"Oh, yes, I have to fade away from Voldemort's sight so that I can do some unexpected things." Dumbledore said.

"But what about Harry?"

"Oh, with you and Sirius here...not to mention, I think I need to accompany Nicoléme to explore the world behind."

...

In fact, in the next few weeks, Harry racked his brains to think of how he should convince Slughorn to tell him the real memory, but he didn't think of any good ideas, so day by day, he Still at a loss, he did what he usually did: study his potions book carefully, hoping that the prince would write something useful in the margins of the book. These notes had already helped Harry do a lot of things.

This gave Harry the illusion that he had learned nothing before.

"You won't find anything up there," Hermione said firmly on the Sunday evening.

Hermione still had a lot of hostility toward the Half-Blood Prince.

"Stop whining, Hermione," said Harry, "Ron wouldn't be sitting here now without the Prince's book."

"He would, if you had paid attention during Snape's lessons in first year," Hermione said without hesitation.

Harry ignored her. He had just found a spell scrawled in the margins of the page. The words "For my enemies" aroused Harry's curiosity. Harry felt itchy and wanted to try this spell right away, but it was best not to do it in front of Hermione.

So, he secretly folded the page.

They were sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common room; the only ones there were sixth-years. They had just seen a new notice on the bulletin board announcing the date of the Apparition exam, which made them very excited.

Students who turn seven before April will take this first exam, after which they can choose to sign up for additional internships, perhaps in (strictly managed) Hogsmeade.

In fact, Ron had been on tenterhooks ever since he learned about this announcement. He had not yet learned how to apparate and was afraid that he would not pass the exam. Hermione had successfully apparated twice, so she was quite confident. But Harry won't turn 17 in four months, so he doesn't have to take this exam, so it doesn't matter whether he Apparate or not.

As for Fanlin...

He had mastered apparating in his fourth year, technically he just needed a license.

"At least you've learned how to Apparate," Ron said nervously, "You'll be fine taking the exam in July!"

"I've only done it once," Harry reminded Ron; he had apparated within his circle during their last lesson.

After wasting a lot of time complaining loudly about Apparition, Ron began to write a very difficult paper assigned by Snape, which Fanlin and Hermione had already completed.

Harry was sure that his essay would get a low grade because he disagreed with Snape's opinion on the best way to fend off Dementors, but he didn't care at all: Slughorn was, for him, currently memory is the most important thing.

"Now I'm telling you, that stupid prince doesn't want to use this book to help you, Harry!" Hermione said, her voice getting louder. "There's only one way, and that's to cast the Imperius Curse and have someone else help you. Go ask him, but it's illegal..."

"Yes, I know, thank you," Harry said, without taking his eyes off the book. "Dumbledore said Veritaserum didn't work either, but there must be another way, using potions or spells. .."

"You've got it all wrong," Hermione said. "Only you can get that memory. That's what Dumbledore said. That means no one can convince Slughorn except you. This is not a lie. The question of what potion he should take, anyone can do that..."

"In fact, you just need some opportunities, Harry, instead of thinking about potions or Imperius Curses." Fanlin said, putting down the Book of Abraham in his hand.

Book of Abraham, until now, Fanlin has not fully understood the first few pages of the Book of Abraham, including the discussion about the Philosopher's Stone.

"But, this is difficult." Harry shook his head, "I can't imagine how Professor Slughorn would give me a memory he has about Voldemort."

"More than this, does anyone want to help me finish Snape's thesis?" Ron said bitterly.

"Maybe Lavender can." Fan Lin said.

"Oh, forget it..." Ron had a headache. He hadn't dealt with the matter about Lavender yet. In Hermione's words, if this continued, there was a high chance that the two of them would fall out.

Harry looked at the Half-Blood Prince's notes for a long time without finding anything useful; now only the four of them were left in the common room, and Neville went to bed after finishing Snape's essay first. .

The only sounds were the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the sound of Ron's quill scratching out the last paragraph of his paper.

Harry closed the Half-Blood Prince's book and yawned, suddenly——

"Crack!" Hermione squeaked softly; Ron spilled ink on his paper; and Harry yelled, "Kreacher!"

The house elf lowered his head and looked at his twisted toes. "The master said he wanted to know what the boy called Malfoy was doing so Kreacher came -"

"Crack!" Dobby appeared next to Kreacher, his tea towel hat perched askew on his head. "Dobby is here to help too, Harry Potter!" it screamed. He even glanced at Kreacher angrily.

"Kreacher should tell Dobby that he's coming to see Harry Potter, so they can report to Harry Potter together!"

"What happened?" Hermione asked, looking frightened by the sudden appearance of the house elves. "What's next, Harry?"

Harry hesitated; he had not yet told Hermione that he had sent Kreacher and Dobby to follow Malfoy; house elves were a sensitive subject for her.

"Uh...well, they're following Malfoy for me," he said.

"And day and night," Kreacher said in a hoarse voice.

"Dobby hasn't slept for a week, Harry Potter!" Dobby said very proudly as he stood there unsteadily. Hermione looked very angry.

"You didn't sleep, Dobby? But obviously, Harry, you didn't tell it not to..."

"Yes, of course I haven't," Harry said quickly, "I don't think it needs to be said, exactly."

"Dobby, of course you can sleep," Fanlin said. For Harry to use house elves to track Malfoy, at least it would be more useful than staring at the Marauder's Map stupidly. "So, I don't care what you did, but did you find anything?"

"Master Al, my young master Malfoy is of noble pure blood," Kreacher said in a hoarse voice, "His appearance reminds me of my mistress, and his behavior is also——"

"Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" Dobby said angrily in a high-pitched voice. "He, he is a bad boy -"

Everything from the tassel on his tea towel to his toes trembled, and then he ran to the hearth as if about to jump into the fire. Harry hadn't fully reacted yet, but Fanlin immediately ran over and grabbed Dobby. Dobby struggled for a moment, then staggered away.

"Thank you, my master," Dobby gasped. "Dobby still finds it difficult to speak ill of his old master..."

Fanlin let him go, Dobby straightened his tea towel and said defiantly to Kreacher, "But Kreacher will know that Malfoy is not a good master for a house elf!"

"Ha, we don't need to hear about your love for Malfoy," Harry said to Kreacher. "It would be best to know where Malfoy is as soon as possible."

Kreacher bent down again and said excitedly, "Little master Malfoy eats in the huge dining room and sleeps in the Slytherin dormitory. He has classes in various..."

"Dobby, tell me," Fanlin interrupted Kreacher, "has he been to places he shouldn't have been?"

Using Kreacher to describe what Malfoy has done is obviously unreliable. Kreacher is a very good servant for the Black family.

"Oh, of course, Master Al," Dobby said sharply, his big ball-like eyes flashing in the firelight, "Based on this, Dobby discovered that the boy named Malfoy did not violate the school rules, but he always To avoid our tracking. He goes up to the second floor regularly, always with a few different students, who look out for him when he enters..."

"Myrtle!" Harry suddenly hit his head and suddenly realized. Ron stared at him, and then Hermione felt uncomfortable. She and Fanlin had already followed Malfoy on the day Harry was injured.

"This is where he's hiding, this is what he's doing... whatever he's doing! I bet that's why he keeps disappearing from the map - let's see, I've never seen Myrtle's here bathroom!"

"Maybe the inventor didn't know about this room," Ron said.

"I think it's because of some magic..." Hermione said.

"Dobby, have you ever tried to go in and see what Malfoy is doing?" Harry asked eagerly.

"No, Harry Potter, that's impossible," said Dobby. "There was a guard at the door, and Dobby didn't know where they went. They disappeared in the toilet."

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Harry." Fanlin reminded.

"But Malfoy doesn't know Parseltongue..." Harry was a little confused. He knew that Myrtle's toilet was weird and couldn't be shown on the Marauder's Map, but Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

"Didn't Dumbledore close it?"

"There is always a way to open it, Harry." Fanlin said, "And don't forget who he is doing things for." (To be continued)