Chapter 253 Horcrux Harry Potter

Chapter 253 Horcrux Harry Potter

"Automatic liberation?" Cedric looked at his hand. Through the sunlight outside the window, it shone like a diamond.

He could feel how strong it was, how easily it could crush even a troll's skull.

But compared with himself in heavy armor, he only felt weak and his sense of crisis continued to intensify.

Is that gesture liberating?

The heavy armor on his body did not make him feel cumbersome. Instead, it was as natural as the skin on his body. Although he was covered all over, he felt naked and ashamed.

The cold feeling lingering all over his body, the strong desire for destruction, and the instinct to devour and ravage everything made him extremely obsessed.

"Is that really my liberation?"

In that state he was more like a beast.

"Of course, there is often a big gap between your perception of yourself and your true self." Draco shrugged.

Cedric hesitated to speak, but only he understood that the magic weapon was Tom Riddle, transformed by the young Voldemort, and it was not a silhouette of his own self, or it could not be completely.

Draco mistakenly thought that Cedric was a little repelled because of his weak ability to emancipate.

"The ability to create magic fairy weapons is the one that best suits our personalities, habits, and instincts."

"No spell learned can compare to this."

"Even if the initial state is weak, it is just a seed. As long as we persevere and continue to inject material, sooner or later we will bloom flowers that satisfy us."

Cedric forced a smile.

He should have been moved by Draco's comfort, but when he looked at that face, a voice kept ringing in his heart, a voice that was creepy, breathless, cold and vicious.

"Why are you pretending to be a good person...just the son of a Death Eater...let me tear you apart...tear you apart...kill you..."

("His eyes!" Ron exclaimed. "There was a flash of red.")

(Dumbledore rubbed his temples, "It seems that something happened to Cedric that we don't understand at all.")

(Voldemort, who ran to the house of a certain unlucky dark wizard to complete a black and white operation, sneered sneerly, "The snake has awakened.")

(Ginny frowned, "Harry and the others, their chances of victory are getting smaller and smaller.")

(Snape cheered, "It's still early!")

(He still puts his hope in the upcoming black and white magic class, hoping that Harry can shine in it.)

Harry, who was expected by Snape, was not idle either.

He was sitting in the lounge, next to Krum and Fleur.

"Krum, what did you hear?"

Krum closed his eyes and focused on his other self eating in the auditorium and the Golden Snitch hovering above Cedric and the others.

"I heard that Edward Cullen's magic weapon has been automatically liberated. And I have never seen such a pair of evil eyes. Edward Cullen must be the black magic fairy, I can guarantee it!"

Fleur's face became serious, "So, we are falling behind again?"

Harry frowned, "The Magical Immortal Artifact is truly a creation of the gods. I can't even imagine what kind of power it will have after awakening."

"Furong, you found out how to use the Black Demon Fairy's method——"

Krum was interrupted by Fleur mid-sentence, "I didn't find it. The permissions of magic fairy apprentices like us are still too low. We can't even watch some videos on the forum. I only learned about magic fairy weapons. The teaching is in the black magic class."

"Is that so?" Harry stood up, "Let's go to the Dark Arts classroom quickly. We must get a good seat this time."

Ten minutes later, in front of the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

("Harry must have been frightened." Ron sighed. "We were so young at that time, just 11 years old. Hermione almost cried when she saw it.")

(Hermione was struggling to cut the sausage in her hand without looking up, "As if you didn't.")

"Is this the classroom?" Harry was a little hesitant as he looked at the navigation in the treasure book in his hand.

The location here is clearly consistent with the location of the room where the three-headed dog trap door was hidden in his first grade.

The hand on the brass handle seemed frozen.

He always felt that what appeared would be a three-headed dog occupying the entire room up to the ceiling, and he seemed to be able to smell its saliva in a daze.

Fleur and Krum behind him did not urge.

Another Krum was coming towards them, and they were standing there waiting.

Harry opened the door anyway.

A spacious room appeared in front of him.

There were flickering torches inside, and there was a row of wooden bookshelves along the wall. There were no chairs on the floor, but there were large satin cushions.

On the shelf at the other end of the room were various instruments of unknown purpose, as well as a large mirror against the wall.

"Oh, someone is coming?"

A gentle male voice sounded out of thin air.

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively.

"You can say that I am responsible for teaching you the use of magic weapons and black magic."

After the words fell, ripples appeared on the mirror, and a man in black robe walked out of it.

(Voldemort looked at the man with a strange expression, "I really miss him. I am envious and disgusted.")

(Facing a face that looked like his Muggle father's, it was hard for him not to feel disgusted.)

(Dumbledore looked weak for a moment, "If I, you would be with me in this")

(To this day, he still blames himself for part of the reason why Voldemort turned evil.)

(Grindelwald, who picked up his energy and changed out of his prison uniform, adjusted his makeup and looked at the man, "Tsk, you pretty boy.")

"I didn't scare you."

He smiled at Harry, and the two men who followed Harry in.

If you just look at his appearance, he is just a very handsome young man with black hair.

It is hard to imagine that under the handsome and young appearance, he would be an old man in his sixties, a rare great demon fairy and a cursed demon fairy.

Harry and the three of them slowed down their breathing unconsciously.

"No."

"We just wanted to come early."

"Learn something useful."

"Oh, learn something useful?" Riddle was perked up by Fleur's words and looked her up and down for a while.

"You are the child of the humanoid elf, right? You have good magic power and a strong flavor of thought and love. Is it any wonder that you are a white demon fairy who was born in human form?"

Hearing the 'smell of thought', Fleur instantly became nervous. The memory of being wrapped around the body by the brain's thought tentacles in the mysterious office was suddenly awakened, and Dumbledore's domineering love like fire forced the body to heal. , burying thoughts containing countless knowledge into her wounds and flesh.

"Do you want to become stronger as soon as possible? It's really rare to have such a sense of urgency."

Riddle's eyes seemed to have the magic power to penetrate the soul, clearly seeing the desire in Fleur's heart.

He smiled again.

"If it's you, you have three options."

"First, use the Black Demon Immortal's method of purifying the Demonic Immortal Artifact with malicious intent to awaken the Demonic Immortal Artifact."

"Second, apply for a contract with Flitwick and the Pillar. There are many valuable things in your magic."

"Third, become a fanatical believer. The power of love will help you go very far."

Fleur gritted her teeth and said, "I choose the first one."

"Wise choice." Riddle chuckled, "The most important thing for a demon fairy is self."

"A fanatic who completely abandons himself cannot become a pillar."

"Contracting with the pillars too early will cause too much of your own information to be read by the pillars. The most important thing on the ascension ship sailing to the cloud world is the proportion of your own information."

"This is why the Blue Demon Fairy is the most difficult path to become a pillar."

"But this is not what you need to worry about. Most of the demon immortals cannot become the pillars even if they are given countless time."

"Then when will you-" Fleur was a little anxious.

"This is the content of this lesson, kid." Riddle blinked, "Do you still remember what I said at the beginning, I am responsible for teaching you the use of magic weapons and black magic."

"Just let me sit down and rest for a while, and then wait--"

As he said this, the unconquered insight in his eyes swept away from Harry's forehead.

His body froze.

In Harry's eyes, it was this 'young' professor who was about to sit down lazily with his legs crossed, and then suddenly his face suddenly changed and he flashed in front of him.

The dark brown pupils were suddenly dyed silvery white.

His eyes looked at the non-existent scars on his body.

The next second, Harry was shaking all over, covering his forehead with his hands, and fell to the ground as if he had been electrocuted.

("Harry!" Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Mrs. Weasley and others all wanted to rush into the screen.)

("Potter!" "Potter!" This is Snape and Malfoy who are unwilling to admit their inner feelings.)

("Harry." Dumbledore's expression was calm, as if he had guessed something.)

Just as Fleur and Krum were about to take action, they saw Riddle, whose back was turned to them, shake his hand slightly, and the two of them completely lost their ability to move.

Stopped in place like a bee wrapped in amber.

Harry seemed to be back in the carriage blocked by Dementors. The green light, his mother's cry, and Voldemort's shrill laughter all appeared in his mind like a marquee.

Click.

It was as if something had melted.

The palm-sized stag with silver fur appeared from his body. The shining silver hooves faded away and ignited black flames. He ran like he was stepping on black smoke clouds.

"Done." The silvery white in Riddle's eyes faded, and he wiped away the non-existent cold sweat.

"What did you do to me?" Harry looked at the fawn with dirty hooves in distress, and at the same time stared at Riddle viciously with his deer eyes, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

"Horcrux," Riddle said apologetically, "you seem to be another Horcrux made by me."

"It seems that before he was sealed, he created another Horcrux, escaped to the world of ordinary people, and created you."

"Am I a Horcrux?" Harry couldn't believe it.

He had only heard this term from Fred and George in this world. It was a kind of immortality magic with extremely side effects. At first, he thought that this magic only existed in this world.

A thought flashed through him - Could it be that Voldemort in his world also made Horcruxes and became immortal through Horcruxes?

"Am I the reason for Voldemort's immortality?"

(Everyone in the wizarding world was shocked. The savior turned out to be the key to keeping Voldemort alive.)

(Almost everyone thought of a terrible idea - only by killing the savior can Voldemort be truly killed!)

(Voldemort was furious, "It must be Dumbledore! No wonder he deliberately arranged for this brat to come to me in the first grade! He just expected me to kill him and destroy one of my own precious Horcruxes!")

(Snape rejected this idea. During the years he taught at Hogwarts, although he did not say it, he had already regarded Dumbledore as a father figure, the only light in his deep and dark soul. He looked at Riddle in the picture almost pleadingly, hoping that he would deny Harry's guess.)

Riddle blushed slightly, "Can you not say this name? This magic name is simply a shame."

"I never thought that I had such a crazy side."

"But you don't have to worry about the connection with Voldemort anymore. I have helped you digest this soul."

(Snape's expression froze, then madness and hatred, "Albus Dumbledore! I'm a spy for you, for You made up lies and took mortal risks for you. All this was supposedly to ensure the safety of Lily Potter's son. Now you tell me that you raise him like a pig to be slaughtered--")

(Everyone in the hall was stunned by Snape's words.)

(However, since Lily had become a heroic spirit before, they already knew some of the love and hatred, and were not too surprised.)

(More attention was paid to Dumbledore.)

(Does the greatest white wizard, the current British Minister of Magic, know this secret? Is it true that, as Snape said, the so-called savior Harry is just a pig to be slaughtered.)

(Dumbledore looked at his fingers, "I do I was prepared to let Voldemort kill Harry once, but I also found a way to make Harry survive. ”)

(“Maybe! Maybe!” Snape roared and walked out of the hall, but did not make a move, “Dumbledore, I am no longer your spy! Don’t try to order me again in the future.”)

(Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, “Albus, why don’t you tell Harry? The child should know this himself.”)

(Dumbledore’s eyes did not move, still lowering his head, “I will tell him, but it’s too early now. He is too young and impulsive. He should enjoy his student life without worries, instead of being in a state of panic until he is about to die.”)

(Ginny stood up Ron stood up, "Dumbledore! You underestimate my boyfriend!")

(Ron straightened his chest and raised his head, "Harry defeated Voldemort twice in the first and second grades. He is a real warrior.")

(Hermione's lips moved, "Dumbledore, you--")

(Everyone took a step away from Dumbledore. They could understand rationally, but could not accept it emotionally.)

Harry didn't know what happened in the hall. He just touched his forehead in disgust, "Voldemort? He has always been here? Can't he be destroyed directly?"

"I don't dislike you, professor. I just hate Voldemort."

Riddle blinked, "Don't worry, I hate him too. He is so stupid."