Chapter 87 What Do You Want? (Please Subscribe to the Second Update)

Chapter 87 What do you want? (First order~Second update~)

Until late at night.

Snape couldn't stand this torture, and wanted to give Harry a bottle of forgetfulness potion to make him forget what happened today.

Dumbledore finally came back in this torture.

"Harry, I've kept you waiting for a long time." He pushed the door open, apologetically, "And Severus, Minerva."

"Is everything settled?" Harry took off his hat.

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

Harry looked at him straight, without saying anything, but what he meant was self-evident.

"This is a matter between adult wizards." Dumbledore walked to his position, "You are still young, but the result will definitely make you..."

Harry shook his head: "The Malfoy family still owes me money."

He has never forgotten the patent fee for the Potter family's potion formula.

"I think Malfoy will have a very memorable summer." Dumbledore waved his wand and poured a drink for everyone in the room.

Harry's was still milk.

"Malfoy was stripped of his position as a school director. The testimony of the house elves is more useful than anything else." Dumbledore said briskly, "We must also pay compensation to all the injured little wizards, at least one hundred Galleons."

"Just that?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Lucius knows many officials in the Ministry of Magic. I also want to send them to Azkaban."

"However, the Malfoy family will be very anxious."

"Scrimgeour is very angry. An Auror died because of this. They will conduct a careful search of the Malfoy family. Moody will also be involved. He is an elite Auror who is very good at discovering dark magic."

"I think it will be difficult for him to spare his mind to deal with you."

Harry took a sip of milk: "Then we should talk about the most important thing now."

"What is that notebook?"

As he said, he paused and gently placed the cup on the table with a thump, crisp and neat.

"Or rather, what is this thing on my head."

Dumbledore's face changed. He waved his wand, and the burnt notebook appeared in front of him. He sighed heavily: "Harry, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

"I always thought that Voldemort's back-up would be some other dark magic."

"But I didn't expect it to be this thing."

He paused, and his tone became more complicated: "Horcrux, an extremely evil dark magic, is very cruel to both the caster and others."

"You need to sacrifice a life, tear your soul apart, and store it in an object."

"In this way, even if the main body dies, a piece of soul is preserved in the Horcrux, and it can still absorb magic and vitality and revive again."

Harry's face sank: "So, I am also his Horcrux?"

Looking at Harry, Dumbledore nodded heavily: "Unfortunately, I think so."

Snape's eyes pierced like a knife.

"But why can't you find out?" Harry frowned.

He didn't understand.

Yennefer is a very powerful witch, as is Triss, but even they could not find anything unusual about their scars.

Recalling the extremely evil aura that they sensed in the Chamber of Secrets.

There is no reason to hide it from others.

"The Horcrux is an extremely evil black magic item, but in the final analysis, its cruelty and evil lies in the ritual."

"It lies in the way and process of making it."

"And after it is formed, as long as it is not exposed actively like this time, its essence is just a clean and pure soul." Dumbledore said softly, "It is cleverly connected to you, and it looks like it has become a part of your body."

Harry raised his hand and covered his face.

He understood.

So, in the eyes of Yennefer and the others, his soul is naturally strong, and the talents and abilities he showed after growing up are not inferior to Geralt, which further proves this view.

He said in a low voice: "So Voldemort has become a part of me now? He can manipulate me at any time without leaving any trace, just like he did to Ginny?"

"No, it's not that bad." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't think Voldemort realized that you became his Horcrux."

Harry was stunned and raised his head.

"This is my guess."

"If he knew you became his Horcrux, he wouldn't have done that in the first year." Dumbledore comforted him softly, "I think... all this should be just a coincidence."

"That night, the ancient magic rebounded the killing curse."

"Let him accidentally tear his soul, and your parents' sacrifice-the appearance of human life made him complete all the ritual procedures unknowingly."

"A Horcrux made by accident."

At this point, Dumbledore paused.

"And this Horcrux is very weak. He didn't try to control you when you were young, nor did he send a reminder when he met Voldemort."

"He may not even have his own consciousness."

This is really good news.

At least don't worry that when you communicate with a sorceress or a female bard, there will be a noseless bald head peeking.

Harry put his hand down: "Is there a way to solve it?"

"It's not a good thing to have Voldemort on your head."

Dumbledore pursed his lips: "Unfortunately, there is no way at least for now."

"The Horcrux is closely linked to your soul."

"But at least, I'm sure Occlumency is useful. How are you doing with it?"

Snape interrupted: "Mr. Potter is very good at this, he can already..."

He wanted to continue taunting.

But when he thought of something, he gritted his teeth, swallowed his words, and changed his words dryly: "At a very advanced level, it's hard for me to peek into his brain."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and then at Snape, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Although Snape always scolded Harry, the atmosphere between them could barely be said to be an alien harmony. What was going on now?

Why is it so stiff.

What happened during the day he left Hogwarts?

"Then Professor Dumbledore, it's time for us to talk about compensation." Harry drank the remaining half of the glass of milk and stretched.

Dumbledore took out a clear crystal bottle and said, "I have prepared Fox's tears early in the morning."

Fox gave a cry of dissatisfaction.

It's been a hard day!

I flew people around and cried for so long.

"This is just the initial reward." Harry accepted the crystal bottle unceremoniously and continued, "But this cannot make up for it. I have to face Tom Riddle's trauma."

"A pervert who peeks into girls' bathrooms."

"And the secret room is filled with fierce fire."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses: "Yes, so what do you want?"