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Chapter 600 Arms (Happy New Year to everyone!)
bang.
Harry fell on the cold stone floor, his scars were burning, and the image of himself fighting with Headmaster Dumbledore still remained in his mind.
No, it wasn't me, it was Voldemort!
When he put on the crooked glasses, he found that the single table had been knocked over by him, the test paper was pressed under his thighs, and the surrounding students looked dazed and horrified. Professor Tofody crossed the crowd and looked at him worriedly, with more complex emotions in those eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment.
"You... Potter, are you okay?"
"I'm—it's okay—" Harry panted, looking down at the wrinkled face or at Hermione, Ron, and Neville who were trying to squeeze in. , the red light in his eyes slowly subsided.
"Maybe it's a nightmare. The students are under a lot of pressure during this time." Professor Haipu's voice came from outside the crowd.
"Yeah, I had nightmares..." Harry said, thankful for an excuse.
"But you said before—" Professor Tofody glared at Harry, then turned to look at the students who kept approaching, and gave up and continued to question. "Okay, Potter, can you still take the test? Are you finished?"
"It's over," Harry lied.
He still has a few questions left open, and he hasn't checked the test papers, but he doesn't think he can answer the questions with peace of mind in this state, and what Professor Haipu said in class - "If you don't fight unprepared battles, many Things are doomed before they happen”—a very telling example of the current situation.
Harry thought he had anticipated the consequences: his history of magic would fail.
"Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor Tofudi said.
"I don't have to, I can - um - go out and get some air myself."
Harry mumbled, and he hurriedly shoved the exam paper to Professor Tofoday, "I'm sorry, I'm going first." Then, clutching his forehead, he strode out, "Harry!" Hermione called after him. , Harry didn't respond, just walked with his head sullen, and didn't have time to think until he walked out of the exam room.
He wanted to get into that state again, to watch Headmaster Dumbledore and Voldemort fight, but at this moment Harry was depressed to find that his Occlumency was working spontaneously, and he couldn't receive anything, so the idea was completely cut off.
Harry angrily slammed into the alcove with the college hourglass in it, and his hand hurt badly.
This calmed him down a bit, and he wandered around the dark hallway headless for a long time before finally exiting the castle through the oak gate. He stepped on the steps, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, the sky was very blue, and he could see the water waves rising from the black lake in the distance.
Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a solution.
What should he do?
Tell Professor Hepp! By the way, Harry thought, he regretted that he just didn't think of this, so he turned around and ran to the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurried out of the hallway. After seeing Harry, they pulled him without a word. He ran to the corridor.
Confused, Harry watched as Hermione pulled him into a nearby broom closet, raised his wand and locked the door, then turned and Ron looked at him gravely.
"What's the matter—how did you get out? The exam isn't over yet—"
"I'm done," said Hermione quickly, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote all I could, the rest..." He left a meaningful pause. Hermione said solemnly, "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I see—"
"Dumbledore, you mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and said he was dead," Hermione said quickly, "and then you fell to the ground and knocked over the table."
Harry was horrified. "Is this coming out of my mouth?"
Ron nodded sullenly.
"So you know why we came out early? We'll have to come up with a decent excuse before the rumor spreads."
"I saw Headmaster Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view," Harry said in a hollow voice. "He was dueling Voldemort, and... he seemed to have fallen behind," Hermione and Ron stared at the same time.
"Oh, by the way! I'm going to see Professor Hepp, and I have to tell him about this—"
Harry said eagerly, he didn't know why he was wasting all this time again.
"Wait, Harry," Hermione said calmly, "do you think Professor Hepp wouldn't know? He was in the exam room just now."
Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, not knowing what she meant for a moment. It took him a long time before he stammered: "You mean Professor Hepp knows? This is, is—"
"A duel scheduled in advance?"
"The Patronus!" Hermione was about to speak when Ron suddenly said, "Harry, your Patronus!"
"What-oh! You mean that Professor Hepp collected it from me these days--" Harry showed a wise expression. In the past half month, his experience of reporting to the ancient rune office after the exam every day In front of my eyes, "Do you think this matter is related to today's duel?"
"I don't know either, Harry, but the professor clearly didn't intend to involve us," Hermione whispered. "There's really nothing we can do," she added.
Harry walked between the narrow brooms, kicking the brooms in the way. He was trying to figure out what happened, first of all, Headmaster Dumbledore might be fighting Voldemort, right now! And Professor Haipu seems to know about it, but he didn't go over to help, why? There were indications that he did know something, as evidenced by the helpless patron saints in glass jars.
"Harry, did you just say that Headmaster Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.
"I- uh, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief picture he saw, "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was excited, he was confident, he seemed to be winning, and he Also mentioned the curse-"
"Isn't that a lie?" said Ron, visibly relieved. "We've seen it with our own eyes."
Harry didn't speak. He found it difficult to describe Voldemort's mood swings in words. He was so confident that he seemed to really think he could kill Dumbledore, so was he cheated?
"I think Professor Heppe is staying at school because he knows the curse is fake." Ron said calmly, "We can check with the professor, oh - not now, there are still twenty minutes before the end of the exam. ."
"Can you still see the scene of their duel now?" Hermione asked, picking up the key.
"No," said Harry sullenly, "isolated by Occlumency."
This is really a bad thing.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's okay, we should trust Dumbledore, think about the first two battles, he hasn't lost against You-Know-Who! He is the best The mighty white wizard... by the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the OWLs exam is over."
"It's over?" Harry repeated blankly, before turning the corner in his head.
"Yeah, after a whole year of work, we finally got rid of the exam and came out half an hour earlier than this class," Ron grinned. "They're still in the exam room now. Good. "
"This thing is definitely worth bragging about for a lifetime!"
...
"Not here either."
Felix walked out of the dripping cave, a raging fire burned in the damp and dark air behind him, and a hoarse voice of a woman screaming shrilly came from the flames.
There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
"Another piece of soul that was cut to pieces, so Voldemort just taught the woman how to split her soul, but not how to make a Horcrux? Voldemort lied to her?"
Felix unfolded a map with dozens of dots, all members of the Order of the Phoenix, divided into seven groups, the dots representing their names jumping across the parchment. There are still large blanks on the map, but some important places are marked on it:
Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witch Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Walk, Comgarry Valley, Woo's Orphanage, London Communities, United Kingdom counties...
All the places that have something to do with the magic world are condensed into this map.
Will Voldemort hide Horcruxes and Bellatrix abroad?
Felix and Dumbledore discussed the possibility that it was unlikely. Even disregarding Voldemort's morbid obsession with **** of the British wizarding world, there is a more realistic factor at play: for wizards, distance doesn't really mean much.
If it can be found hidden in the UK, it will not be hidden for too long if it is hidden in a corner of the world.
A lot of times, it's just a magic thing.
What's more...
Felix has visited several well-known witch priests in Africa, and they have a magical ability to rely on self-mutilation to make inaccurate predictions. After paying a large sum of Galleons, a dying old wizard finally agreed to divination for him.
But the two disagreed on the content of the divination.
The old wizard insisted that he did not agree to directly use a powerful wizard like Voldemort as the object of divination. According to him, it was "the price to pay is too high, and the results are not reliable." ’
So the content of the divination fell on Felix - to see how lucky he was that day. The final conclusion was rather vague, with the old wizard raving that he would 'get a lot of help' today.
Felix was not too satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started to vomit blood, and he had no choice but to leave with Garen's farewell, and Quan Dang got a good deal from the authority-if Felix was allowed to Go ask Trelawney, God knows what she'll say when she's awake.
He didn't want to hear anything 'unknown' before the final battle.
Felix's biggest reliance is still the various preparations he has made in advance - whether it is the magic of Voldemort extracted from the Death Eaters, or the hair of Bellatrix collected in Malfoy Manor, or The avatar that has an incomparably real entity and is taking his place as an invigilator.
He even held the last back hand.
That was the inspiration given to him by the house-elves. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent possible, Amelia Burns had to secretly add two weeks of work by herself, piecing together all the ancient documents from the old papers. content……
Felix picked up the sound-transmitting mirror, and on the mirror was a picture of Sirius - this was taken by Harry holding Sirius forcibly, so most of the time, Sirius in the picture looked rather impatient, constantly fiddling with The tassels hanging down to the nose of the hat pass the time.
"Sirius."
The person in the photo jumped up immediately, and after a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Kreacher is by my side." His voice was low, calm and chilling.
"I will be right over."
Felix said, stepped out and appeared on the steps in front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius held Kreacher's hand and waited there. Sirius whispered, "I talked to Kreacher, he knows what it means." At this time, there were two crisp "cracks" at the door, and Remus Lupin and Tonks held hands. Appear.
"Felix?" Lupin said. "We checked the map carefully at a dozen locations, using the probes you gave us, and found nothing."
Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
A few minutes passed, and there was not much left before the scheduled time. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix who went out came back one after another. They did not find any trace of Bellatrix. An evil product of Bellatrix Soul Fragment and Voldemort's magic.
"That thing really has Bellatrix's soul in it?" Frank Longbottom asked in surprise, with a complicated expression on his face when he got a positive answer. "I know Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I didn't expect him to let go of his last loyal subordinate..."
"The Alastor group hasn't come back yet, so there won't be any accidents, right?" Bill Weasley said, frowning.
Felix lowered his head to browse the complete map in his hand, "His condition is normal, he may have been stumped-"
At this moment, Kreacher tiptoed up to Felix and pulled his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Haip - K, Kreacher can really take on the heavy responsibility? Kreacher - Kreacher can also help Destroying the Dark Lord works?"
"Your role is much bigger than you think, and I can keep you safe," Felix said.
Kreacher looked relieved.
Sirius said with a dark face: "I told you so much, but you don't believe it, but you believe it after a few words from outsiders. Who is your master!"
"Of course it's you!" Kreacher answered loudly, then turned around, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered in a voice that everyone in the room could hear: "But when the master was young, he was not reliable at all, and he was also punished by It's a shame to be wronged and thrown into prison, who knows what's wrong with him this time..."
"Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are afraid of danger. Your courage is only the size of a peanut!"
"No! Kreacher is not afraid of danger, Kreacher is worried that he will not be able to avenge Master Regulus!" The house elf shouted at the master with a bullfrog-like voice.
While speaking, another group of people descended from the sky.
It was Moody and Mundungus, and Dedalo Diggle, all in gray, but no one was hurt. Moody came over on crutches and said gruffly, "Our group ran into a magic trap, it took a while to crack... but it was empty." The normal eye fell on Kreacher together.
"So we're putting our hopes on this little guy? I can't wait to see."
Members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus, Dedalo Digger, Hestia Jones, Bill Weasley, spread far apart, forming a circle, acting as guards, Looking at the two people and the house-elf standing on the steps with awe.
Kreacher raised his thin chest solemnly and looked at Sirius.
Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said:
"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir to the Black family, voluntarily relinquish all rights to Kreacher, the house-elf. According to an ancient contract, Kreacher automatically belongs to Bellatrix, a side member of the Black family. S Black's name!"
"Yes, yes, Master." Kreacher trembled and bowed deeply to him.
His waist was bent so low that his fleshy nose was pressed to the ground, and from his loose white pillowcase slipped a green locket that gleamed in the sun.
"Leave it to me next." Felix put his hand on Kreacher's shoulder and said softly.
...
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"What are you doing, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking his way, his thin lips twisted into a smile: "I heard you gave up your last exam? What a crazy decision. , but it does look like you made it." He looked away from Harry, pausing slightly for Ron and Hermione.
"The Iron Triangle is reunited...you're ready to save the world again? Tell me—this time for what, Saint Potter?"
Harry was furious in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ Snape had this ability, and successfully provoked his anger with a sentence or two, and he also hated Draco Malfoy, Harry didn't Forget who got the nicknames 'Saint Potter' and 'Scarhead'.
"I want to ask you for help," Harry tried not to be aggressive. "I meant 'please,' sir. I know that Headmaster Dumbledore is dueling Voldemort right now—"
"It's none of your business, Potter," Snape said.
Harry went on hastily. "I know you're good at Occlumency and Legilimency, yes, I know, Professor Hepp mentioned it inadvertently. I hope—"
"You wish—" Snape put his hands on his shoulders, looking into Harry's eyes, "—what?"
"If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, green eyes exactly like Lily's meeting Snape's, "...if you've been longing for Voldemort's downfall—" he demanded:
"Then use Legilimency on me! Break my Occlumency!"
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Chapter 600 Arms (Happy New Year to everyone!)
bang.
Harry fell on the cold stone floor, his scars were burning, and the image of himself fighting with Headmaster Dumbledore still remained in his mind.
No, it wasn't me, it was Voldemort!
When he put on the crooked glasses, he found that the single table had been knocked over by him, the test paper was pressed under his thighs, and the surrounding students looked dazed and horrified. Professor Tofody crossed the crowd and looked at him worriedly, with more complex emotions in those eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment.
"You... Potter, are you okay?"
"I'm—it's okay—" Harry panted, looking down at the wrinkled face or at Hermione, Ron, and Neville who were trying to squeeze in. , the red light in his eyes slowly subsided.
"Maybe it's a nightmare. The students are under a lot of pressure during this time." Professor Haipu's voice came from outside the crowd.
"Yeah, I had nightmares..." Harry said, thankful for an excuse.
"But you said before—" Professor Tofody glared at Harry, then turned to look at the students who kept approaching, and gave up and continued to question. "Okay, Potter, can you still take the test? Are you finished?"
"It's over," Harry lied.
He still has a few questions left open, and he hasn't checked the test papers, but he doesn't think he can answer the questions with peace of mind in this state, and what Professor Haipu said in class - "If you don't fight unprepared battles, many Things are doomed before they happen”—a very telling example of the current situation.
Harry thought he had anticipated the consequences: his history of magic would fail.
"Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor Tofudi said.
"I don't have to, I can - um - go out and get some air myself."
Harry mumbled, and he hurriedly shoved the exam paper to Professor Tofoday, "I'm sorry, I'm going first." Then, clutching his forehead, he strode out, "Harry!" Hermione called after him. , Harry didn't respond, just walked with his head sullen, and didn't have time to think until he walked out of the exam room.
He wanted to get into that state again, to watch Headmaster Dumbledore and Voldemort fight, but at this moment Harry was depressed to find that his Occlumency was working spontaneously, and he couldn't receive anything, so the idea was completely cut off.
Harry angrily slammed into the alcove with the college hourglass in it, and his hand hurt badly.
This calmed him down a bit, and he wandered around the dark hallway headless for a long time before finally exiting the castle through the oak gate. He stepped on the steps, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, the sky was very blue, and he could see the water waves rising from the black lake in the distance.
Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a solution.
What should he do?
Tell Professor Hepp! By the way, Harry thought, he regretted that he just didn't think of this, so he turned around and ran to the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurried out of the hallway. After seeing Harry, they pulled him without a word. He ran to the corridor.
Confused, Harry watched as Hermione pulled him into a nearby broom closet, raised his wand and locked the door, then turned and Ron looked at him gravely.
"What's the matter—how did you get out? The exam isn't over yet—"
"I'm done," said Hermione quickly, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote all I could, the rest..." He left a meaningful pause. Hermione said solemnly, "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I see—"
"Dumbledore, you mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and said he was dead," Hermione said quickly, "and then you fell to the ground and knocked over the table."
Harry was horrified. "Is this coming out of my mouth?"
Ron nodded sullenly.
"So you know why we came out early? We'll have to come up with a decent excuse before the rumor spreads."
"I saw Headmaster Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view," Harry said in a hollow voice. "He was dueling Voldemort, and... he seemed to have fallen behind," Hermione and Ron stared at the same time.
"Oh, by the way! I'm going to see Professor Hepp, and I have to tell him about this—"
Harry said eagerly, he didn't know why he was wasting all this time again.
"Wait, Harry," Hermione said calmly, "do you think Professor Hepp wouldn't know? He was in the exam room just now."
Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, not knowing what she meant for a moment. It took him a long time before he stammered: "You mean Professor Hepp knows? This is, is—"
"A duel scheduled in advance?"
"The Patronus!" Hermione was about to speak when Ron suddenly said, "Harry, your Patronus!"
"What-oh! You mean that Professor Hepp collected it from me these days--" Harry showed a wise expression. In the past half month, his experience of reporting to the ancient rune office after the exam every day In front of my eyes, "Do you think this matter is related to today's duel?"
"I don't know either, Harry, but the professor clearly didn't intend to involve us," Hermione whispered. "There's really nothing we can do," she added.
Harry walked between the narrow brooms, kicking the brooms in the way. He was trying to figure out what happened, first of all, Headmaster Dumbledore might be fighting Voldemort, right now! And Professor Haipu seems to know about it, but he didn't go over to help, why? There were indications that he did know something, as evidenced by the helpless patron saints in glass jars.
"Harry, did you just say that Headmaster Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly.
"I- uh, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief picture he saw, "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was excited, he was confident, he seemed to be winning, and he Also mentioned the curse-"
"Isn't that a lie?" said Ron, visibly relieved. "We've seen it with our own eyes."
Harry didn't speak. He found it difficult to describe Voldemort's mood swings in words. He was so confident that he seemed to really think he could kill Dumbledore, so was he cheated?
"I think Professor Heppe is staying at school because he knows the curse is fake." Ron said calmly, "We can check with the professor, oh - not now, there are still twenty minutes before the end of the exam. ."
"Can you still see the scene of their duel now?" Hermione asked, picking up the key.
"No," said Harry sullenly, "isolated by Occlumency."
This is really a bad thing.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's okay, we should trust Dumbledore, think about the first two battles, he hasn't lost against You-Know-Who! He is the best The mighty white wizard... by the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the OWLs exam is over."
"It's over?" Harry repeated blankly, before turning the corner in his head.
"Yeah, after a whole year of work, we finally got rid of the exam and came out half an hour earlier than this class," Ron grinned. "They're still in the exam room now. Good. "
"This thing is definitely worth bragging about for a lifetime!"
...
"Not here either."
Felix walked out of the dripping cave, a raging fire burned in the damp and dark air behind him, and a hoarse voice of a woman screaming shrilly came from the flames.
There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
"Another piece of soul that was cut to pieces, so Voldemort just taught the woman how to split her soul, but not how to make a Horcrux? Voldemort lied to her?"
Felix unfolded a map with dozens of dots, all members of the Order of the Phoenix, divided into seven groups, the dots representing their names jumping across the parchment. There are still large blanks on the map, but some important places are marked on it:
Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witch Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Walk, Comgarry Valley, Woo's Orphanage, London Communities, United Kingdom counties...
All the places that have something to do with the magic world are condensed into this map.
Will Voldemort hide Horcruxes and Bellatrix abroad?
Felix and Dumbledore discussed the possibility that it was unlikely. Even disregarding Voldemort's morbid obsession with **** of the British wizarding world, there is a more realistic factor at play: for wizards, distance doesn't really mean much.
If it can be found hidden in the UK, it will not be hidden for too long if it is hidden in a corner of the world.
A lot of times, it's just a magic thing.
What's more...
Felix has visited several well-known witch priests in Africa, and they have a magical ability to rely on self-mutilation to make inaccurate predictions. After paying a large sum of Galleons, a dying old wizard finally agreed to divination for him.
But the two disagreed on the content of the divination.
The old wizard insisted that he did not agree to directly use a powerful wizard like Voldemort as the object of divination. According to him, it was "the price to pay is too high, and the results are not reliable." ’
So the content of the divination fell on Felix - to see how lucky he was that day. The final conclusion was rather vague, with the old wizard raving that he would 'get a lot of help' today.
Felix was not too satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started to vomit blood, and he had no choice but to leave with Garen's farewell, and Quan Dang got a good deal from the authority-if Felix was allowed to Go ask Trelawney, God knows what she'll say when she's awake.
He didn't want to hear anything 'unknown' before the final battle.
Felix's biggest reliance is still the various preparations he has made in advance - whether it is the magic of Voldemort extracted from the Death Eaters, or the hair of Bellatrix collected in Malfoy Manor, or The avatar that has an incomparably real entity and is taking his place as an invigilator.
He even held the last back hand.
That was the inspiration given to him by the house-elves. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent possible, Amelia Burns had to secretly add two weeks of work by herself, piecing together all the ancient documents from the old papers. content……
Felix picked up the sound-transmitting mirror, and on the mirror was a picture of Sirius - this was taken by Harry holding Sirius forcibly, so most of the time, Sirius in the picture looked rather impatient, constantly fiddling with The tassels hanging down to the nose of the hat pass the time.
"Sirius."
The person in the photo jumped up immediately, and after a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Kreacher is by my side." His voice was low, calm and chilling.
"I will be right over."
Felix said, stepped out and appeared on the steps in front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius held Kreacher's hand and waited there. Sirius whispered, "I talked to Kreacher, he knows what it means." At this time, there were two crisp "cracks" at the door, and Remus Lupin and Tonks held hands. Appear.
"Felix?" Lupin said. "We checked the map carefully at a dozen locations, using the probes you gave us, and found nothing."
Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
A few minutes passed, and there was not much left before the scheduled time. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix who went out came back one after another. They did not find any trace of Bellatrix. An evil product of Bellatrix Soul Fragment and Voldemort's magic.
"That thing really has Bellatrix's soul in it?" Frank Longbottom asked in surprise, with a complicated expression on his face when he got a positive answer. "I know Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I didn't expect him to let go of his last loyal subordinate..."
"The Alastor group hasn't come back yet, so there won't be any accidents, right?" Bill Weasley said, frowning.
Felix lowered his head to browse the complete map in his hand, "His condition is normal, he may have been stumped-"
At this moment, Kreacher tiptoed up to Felix and pulled his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Haip - K, Kreacher can really take on the heavy responsibility? Kreacher - Kreacher can also help Destroying the Dark Lord works?"
"Your role is much bigger than you think, and I can keep you safe," Felix said.
Kreacher looked relieved.
Sirius said with a dark face: "I told you so much, but you don't believe it, but you believe it after a few words from outsiders. Who is your master!"
"Of course it's you!" Kreacher answered loudly, then turned around, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered in a voice that everyone in the room could hear: "But when the master was young, he was not reliable at all, and he was also punished by It's a shame to be wronged and thrown into prison, who knows what's wrong with him this time..."
"Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are afraid of danger. Your courage is only the size of a peanut!"
"No! Kreacher is not afraid of danger, Kreacher is worried that he will not be able to avenge Master Regulus!" The house elf shouted at the master with a bullfrog-like voice.
While speaking, another group of people descended from the sky.
It was Moody and Mundungus, and Dedalo Diggle, all in gray, but no one was hurt. Moody came over on crutches and said gruffly, "Our group ran into a magic trap, it took a while to crack... but it was empty." The normal eye fell on Kreacher together.
"So we're putting our hopes on this little guy? I can't wait to see."
Members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus, Dedalo Digger, Hestia Jones, Bill Weasley, spread far apart, forming a circle, acting as guards, Looking at the two people and the house-elf standing on the steps with awe.
Kreacher raised his thin chest solemnly and looked at Sirius.
Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said:
"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir to the Black family, voluntarily relinquish all rights to Kreacher, the house-elf. According to an ancient contract, Kreacher automatically belongs to Bellatrix, a side member of the Black family. S Black's name!"
"Yes, yes, Master." Kreacher trembled and bowed deeply to him.
His waist was bent so low that his fleshy nose was pressed to the ground, and from his loose white pillowcase slipped a green locket that gleamed in the sun.
"Leave it to me next." Felix put his hand on Kreacher's shoulder and said softly.
...
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"What are you doing, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking his way, his thin lips twisted into a smile: "I heard you gave up your last exam? What a crazy decision. , but it does look like you made it." He looked away from Harry, pausing slightly for Ron and Hermione.
"The Iron Triangle is reunited...you're ready to save the world again? Tell me—this time for what, Saint Potter?"
Harry was furious in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ Snape had this ability, and successfully provoked his anger with a sentence or two, and he also hated Draco Malfoy, Harry didn't Forget who got the nicknames 'Saint Potter' and 'Scarhead'.
"I want to ask you for help," Harry tried not to be aggressive. "I meant 'please,' sir. I know that Headmaster Dumbledore is dueling Voldemort right now—"
"It's none of your business, Potter," Snape said.
Harry went on hastily. "I know you're good at Occlumency and Legilimency, yes, I know, Professor Hepp mentioned it inadvertently. I hope—"
"You wish—" Snape put his hands on his shoulders, looking into Harry's eyes, "—what?"
"If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, green eyes exactly like Lily's meeting Snape's, "...if you've been longing for Voldemort's downfall—" he demanded:
"Then use Legilimency on me! Break my Occlumency!"
Chapter 600 Arms Happy New Year to everyone!bang.Harry fell on the cold stone floor, his scars were burning, and the image of himself fighting with Headmaster Dumbledore still remained in his mind.No, it wasn't me, it was Voldemort!When he put on the crooked glasses, he found that the single table had been knocked over by him, the test paper was pressed under his thighs, and the surrounding students looked dazed and horrified. Professor Tofody crossed the crowd and looked at him worriedly, with more complex emotions in those eyes, but Harry couldn't tell for a moment."You... Potter, are you okay?""I'mit's okay" Harry panted, looking down at the wrinkled face or at Hermione, Ron, and Neville who were trying to squeeze in. , the red light in his eyes slowly subsided."Maybe it's a nightmare. The students are under a lot of pressure during this time." Professor Haipu's voice came from outside the crowd."Yeah, I had nightmares..." Harry said, thankful for an excuse."But you said before" Professor Tofody glared at Harry, then turned to look at the students who kept approaching, and gave up and continued to question. "Okay, Potter, can you still take the test? Are you finished?""It's over," Harry lied.He still has a few questions left open, and he hasn't checked the test papers, but he doesn't think he can answer the questions with peace of mind in this state, and what Professor Haipu said in class - "If you don't fight unprepared battles, many Things are doomed before they happena very telling example of the current situation.Harry thought he had anticipated the consequences: his history of magic would fail."Then I'll take you to the school hospital." Professor Tofudi said."I don't have to, I can - um - go out and get some air myself."Harry mumbled, and he hurriedly shoved the exam paper to Professor Tofoday, "I'm sorry, I'm going first." Then, clutching his forehead, he strode out, "Harry!" Hermione called after him. , Harry didn't respond, just walked with his head sullen, and didn't have time to think until he walked out of the exam room.He wanted to get into that state again, to watch Headmaster Dumbledore and Voldemort fight, but at this moment Harry was depressed to find that his Occlumency was working spontaneously, and he couldn't receive anything, so the idea was completely cut off.Harry angrily slammed into the alcove with the college hourglass in it, and his hand hurt badly.This calmed him down a bit, and he wandered around the dark hallway headless for a long time before finally exiting the castle through the oak gate. He stepped on the steps, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, the sky was very blue, and he could see the water waves rising from the black lake in the distance.Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a solution.What should he do?Tell Professor Hepp! By the way, Harry thought, he regretted that he just didn't think of this, so he turned around and ran to the castle. At this time, Hermione and Ron hurried out of the hallway. After seeing Harry, they pulled him without a word. He ran to the corridor.Confused, Harry watched as Hermione pulled him into a nearby broom closet, raised his wand and locked the door, then turned and Ron looked at him gravely."What's the matterhow did you get out? The exam isn't over yet""I'm done," said Hermione quickly, and Ron shrugged. "I wrote all I could, the rest..." He left a meaningful pause. Hermione said solemnly, "Harry, your scar hurts again, doesn't it?""Yes, I see""Dumbledore, you mentioned Headmaster Dumbledore, said he was cursed or something, and said he was dead," Hermione said quickly, "and then you fell to the ground and knocked over the table."Harry was horrified. "Is this coming out of my mouth?"Ron nodded sullenly."So you know why we came out early? We'll have to come up with a decent excuse before the rumor spreads.""I saw Headmaster Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view," Harry said in a hollow voice. "He was dueling Voldemort, and... he seemed to have fallen behind," Hermione and Ron stared at the same time."Oh, by the way! I'm going to see Professor Hepp, and I have to tell him about this"Harry said eagerly, he didn't know why he was wasting all this time again."Wait, Harry," Hermione said calmly, "do you think Professor Hepp wouldn't know? He was in the exam room just now."Harry stopped and looked back at Hermione, not knowing what she meant for a moment. It took him a long time before he stammered: "You mean Professor Hepp knows? This is, is""A duel scheduled in advance?""The Patronus!" Hermione was about to speak when Ron suddenly said, "Harry, your Patronus!""What-oh! You mean that Professor Hepp collected it from me these days--" Harry showed a wise expression. In the past half month, his experience of reporting to the ancient rune office after the exam every day In front of my eyes, "Do you think this matter is related to today's duel?""I don't know either, Harry, but the professor clearly didn't intend to involve us," Hermione whispered. "There's really nothing we can do," she added.Harry walked between the narrow brooms, kicking the brooms in the way. He was trying to figure out what happened, first of all, Headmaster Dumbledore might be fighting Voldemort, right now! And Professor Haipu seems to know about it, but he didn't go over to help, why? There were indications that he did know something, as evidenced by the helpless patron saints in glass jars."Harry, did you just say that Headmaster Dumbledore was at a disadvantage?" Hermione asked softly."I- uh, I'm not sure," Harry shook his head, trying to recall the brief picture he saw, "I could feel Voldemort's emotions, he was excited, he was confident, he seemed to be winning, and he Also mentioned the curse-""Isn't that a lie?" said Ron, visibly relieved. "We've seen it with our own eyes."Harry didn't speak. He found it difficult to describe Voldemort's mood swings in words. He was so confident that he seemed to really think he could kill Dumbledore, so was he cheated?"I think Professor Heppe is staying at school because he knows the curse is fake." Ron said calmly, "We can check with the professor, oh - not now, there are still twenty minutes before the end of the exam. .""Can you still see the scene of their duel now?" Hermione asked, picking up the key."No," said Harry sullenly, "isolated by Occlumency."This is really a bad thing.Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's okay, we should trust Dumbledore, think about the first two battles, he hasn't lost against You-Know-Who! He is the best The mighty white wizard... by the way, Harry, I think you may not realize that the OWLs exam is over.""It's over?" Harry repeated blankly, before turning the corner in his head."Yeah, after a whole year of work, we finally got rid of the exam and came out half an hour earlier than this class," Ron grinned. "They're still in the exam room now. Good. ""This thing is definitely worth bragging about for a lifetime!"..."Not here either."Felix walked out of the dripping cave, a raging fire burned in the damp and dark air behind him, and a hoarse voice of a woman screaming shrilly came from the flames.There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes."Another piece of soul that was cut to pieces, so Voldemort just taught the woman how to split her soul, but not how to make a Horcrux? Voldemort lied to her?"Felix unfolded a map with dozens of dots, all members of the Order of the Phoenix, divided into seven groups, the dots representing their names jumping across the parchment. There are still large blanks on the map, but some important places are marked on it:Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Witch Town, Five Feather Street, Zombie Walk, Comgarry Valley, Woo's Orphanage, London Communities, United Kingdom counties...All the places that have something to do with the magic world are condensed into this map.Will Voldemort hide Horcruxes and Bellatrix abroad?Felix and Dumbledore discussed the possibility that it was unlikely. Even disregarding Voldemort's morbid obsession with **** of the British wizarding world, there is a more realistic factor at play: for wizards, distance doesn't really mean much.If it can be found hidden in the UK, it will not be hidden for too long if it is hidden in a corner of the world.A lot of times, it's just a magic thing.What's more...Felix has visited several well-known witch priests in Africa, and they have a magical ability to rely on self-mutilation to make inaccurate predictions. After paying a large sum of Galleons, a dying old wizard finally agreed to divination for him.But the two disagreed on the content of the divination.The old wizard insisted that he did not agree to directly use a powerful wizard like Voldemort as the object of divination. According to him, it was "the price to pay is too high, and the results are not reliable." 'So the content of the divination fell on Felix - to see how lucky he was that day. The final conclusion was rather vague, with the old wizard raving that he would 'get a lot of help' today.Felix was not too satisfied with the result, but the old wizard had already started to vomit blood, and he had no choice but to leave with Garen's farewell, and Quan Dang got a good deal from the authority-if Felix was allowed to Go ask Trelawney, God knows what she'll say when she's awake.He didn't want to hear anything 'unknown' before the final battle.Felix's biggest reliance is still the various preparations he has made in advance - whether it is the magic of Voldemort extracted from the Death Eaters, or the hair of Bellatrix collected in Malfoy Manor, or The avatar that has an incomparably real entity and is taking his place as an invigilator.He even held the last back hand.That was the inspiration given to him by the house-elves. In order to keep the secret to the greatest extent possible, Amelia Burns had to secretly add two weeks of work by herself, piecing together all the ancient documents from the old papers. contentFelix picked up the sound-transmitting mirror, and on the mirror was a picture of Sirius - this was taken by Harry holding Sirius forcibly, so most of the time, Sirius in the picture looked rather impatient, constantly fiddling with The tassels hanging down to the nose of the hat pass the time."Sirius."The person in the photo jumped up immediately, and after a few seconds, Sirius said with a serious expression: "Everything is ready, Kreacher is by my side." His voice was low, calm and chilling."I will be right over."Felix said, stepped out and appeared on the steps in front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.Sirius held Kreacher's hand and waited there. Sirius whispered, "I talked to Kreacher, he knows what it means." At this time, there were two crisp "cracks" at the door, and Remus Lupin and Tonks held hands. Appear."Felix?" Lupin said. "We checked the map carefully at a dozen locations, using the probes you gave us, and found nothing."Felix nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.A few minutes passed, and there was not much left before the scheduled time. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix who went out came back one after another. They did not find any trace of Bellatrix. An evil product of Bellatrix Soul Fragment and Voldemort's magic."That thing really has Bellatrix's soul in it?" Frank Longbottom asked in surprise, with a complicated expression on his face when he got a positive answer. "I know Voldemort is cruel and vicious, but I didn't expect him to let go of his last loyal subordinate...""The Alastor group hasn't come back yet, so there won't be any accidents, right?" Bill Weasley said, frowning.Felix lowered his head to browse the complete map in his hand, "His condition is normal, he may have been stumped-"At this moment, Kreacher tiptoed up to Felix and pulled his sleeve, "Dear Mr. Haip - K, Kreacher can really take on the heavy responsibility? Kreacher - Kreacher can also help Destroying the Dark Lord works?""Your role is much bigger than you think, and I can keep you safe," Felix said.Kreacher looked relieved.Sirius said with a dark face: "I told you so much, but you don't believe it, but you believe it after a few words from outsiders. Who is your master!""Of course it's you!" Kreacher answered loudly, then turned around, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered in a voice that everyone in the room could hear: "But when the master was young, he was not reliable at all, and he was also punished by It's a shame to be wronged and thrown into prison, who knows what's wrong with him this time...""Kreacher!" Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are afraid of danger. Your courage is only the size of a peanut!""No! Kreacher is not afraid of danger, Kreacher is worried that he will not be able to avenge Master Regulus!" The house elf shouted at the master with a bullfrog-like voice.While speaking, another group of people descended from the sky.It was Moody and Mundungus, and Dedalo Diggle, all in gray, but no one was hurt. Moody came over on crutches and said gruffly, "Our group ran into a magic trap, it took a while to crack... but it was empty." The normal eye fell on Kreacher together."So we're putting our hopes on this little guy? I can't wait to see."Members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus, Dedalo Digger, Hestia Jones, Bill Weasley, spread far apart, forming a circle, acting as guards, Looking at the two people and the house-elf standing on the steps with awe.Kreacher raised his thin chest solemnly and looked at Sirius.Sirius took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said:"I, Sirius Black, the last orthodox heir to the Black family, voluntarily relinquish all rights to Kreacher, the house-elf. According to an ancient contract, Kreacher automatically belongs to Bellatrix, a side member of the Black family. S Black's name!""Yes, yes, Master." Kreacher trembled and bowed deeply to him.His waist was bent so low that his fleshy nose was pressed to the ground, and from his loose white pillowcase slipped a green locket that gleamed in the sun."Leave it to me next." Felix put his hand on Kreacher's shoulder and said softly....Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."What are you doing, Potter." Snape looked coldly at Harry who was blocking his way, his thin lips twisted into a smile: "I heard you gave up your last exam? What a crazy decision. , but it does look like you made it." He looked away from Harry, pausing slightly for Ron and Hermione."The Iron Triangle is reunited...you're ready to save the world again? Tell methis time for what, Saint Potter?"Harry was furious in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ Snape had this ability, and successfully provoked his anger with a sentence or two, and he also hated Draco Malfoy, Harry didn't Forget who got the nicknames 'Saint Potter' and 'Scarhead'."I want to ask you for help," Harry tried not to be aggressive. "I meant 'please,' sir. I know that Headmaster Dumbledore is dueling Voldemort right now""It's none of your business, Potter," Snape said.Harry went on hastily. "I know you're good at Occlumency and Legilimency, yes, I know, Professor Hepp mentioned it inadvertently. I hope""You wish" Snape put his hands on his shoulders, looking into Harry's eyes, "what?""If those feelings are true," Harry held his breath, green eyes exactly like Lily's meeting Snape's, "...if you've been longing for Voldemort's downfall" he demanded:"Then use Legilimency on me! Break my Occlumency!"
