"Children, it's late, go to bed early." Mrs. Weasley stood in the middle of the living room and gave orders.

"Aunt Molly," Neville whispered, "When will my parents be back?"

"Don't worry, they are on night duty. If it's too late, they may stay in the safe house outside to rest." Mrs. Weasley's tone softened immediately.

Neville nodded silently and followed Harry and the others upstairs.

...

The bright and clear moon cast silver light on the deep and dense trees and shrubs, casting a large area of ​​gloomy and strange shadows on the ground, extending to the tall and neat hedge walls. A very respectable mansion was looming in the darkness. It was Malfoy Manor.

There was a rustling sound in the air——

"It's the peacock raised by Malfoy."

A steady voice said. He glanced alertly from the shadows and immediately found the source of the sound. A white peacock was walking gracefully on the top of the hedge.

The wizard stared at the peacock for a while, let down his guard, and spoke to his wife in a low voice.

"We have been keeping an eye on it for several days. I think we will get something today."

Alice looked at a narrow corridor that was recessed in the middle of the hedge. At the end of the corridor were two magnificent wrought iron gates. There were wisps of mist in the woods, but when combined with the cool breeze at night, it became less pleasant.

"I wonder what Nar is doing now?" she asked softly.

"He should have gone to bed at this time." Frank said softly, holding Alice's slightly cold hand.

At this time, the air twisted. With a slight sound, two figures suddenly appeared. One of them was wearing a long black cloak and a hood that covered his entire face. He looked cautious; the other was just the opposite of him - the slender wizard also wore a hood, but he couldn't wait to take it off as soon as he appeared, casually shook his curly hair, and looked around.

"Put on your hat." The man growled at his companion.

Bellatrix snorted, "When did you become such a coward, Lucius? This is your doorstep."

"Of course I'm fine alone, and it's okay if someone sees me." Lucius said with suppressed anger, "But if someone finds out that I'm hanging out with a fugitive who escaped from Azkaban--"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Bellatrix held her wand in her hand and pointed at him with a sneer.

"Narcissa should really see you shrinking at the party." She sneered, "Don't worry, I'll only stay with you for a few days, and then I'll go deal with those stinking giants, or--do you want the Dark Lord to change someone else?"

"You received orders to support the Carrows, and I was ordered to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic," Lucius said impatiently, "So don't order me around, I won't go crazy with you--"

Bellatrix strode towards the wrought iron gate, her cloak rustling on the ground. A flash of green light passed by, and the white peacock that had just been showing off fell from the hedge, losing its life.

"Noisy thing." She said contemptuously.

"Bellatrix!" Lucius screamed.

But her figure had already disappeared straight through the wrought iron gate, as if the gate did not exist. Lucius stopped where he was, panting. After a while, he strode in, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Frank looked at his wife worriedly, her fists clenched tightly, her teeth clenched. "That devil... She took away twelve years of our time..." Alice leaned on her husband's shoulder and sobbed softly.

"Alice, let her be proud for a while, I promise you, she will pay the price." Frank put his arm around his wife, staring at the dark wrought iron gate, and said in a cold tone.

...

The next morning, Harry watched Sirius hurriedly finish breakfast and prepare to go to work with Mr. Weasley, Bill, Percy, and Penelope, and he held back what he wanted to say.

As if luck had come, the scar on his head, after tormenting him for several years, suddenly became amiable - but even if Harry thought on his knees, he knew that Voldemort could not be so kind as to pass on knowledge to him through the scar.

The barely convincing reason was that Voldemort did not know about this, and everything was done passively.

But why didn't this happen before? Or when did it start to happen?

Harry thought of the sudden kiss again. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind. Going back further, it was when he "saw" the illusion of Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.

"Molly, Alastor may come over in a while. He was on night duty last night." Mr. Weasley reminded.

"I know, I'll save food for him." Mrs. Weasley said.

Soon, they lined up to leave, even Fred and George left.

"Uh - Professor, aren't you going to work?" Harry looked at Felix.

"I'll be there later," Felix said. "The company's current focus is on the anti-thief waterfall. I just sorted out its principles yesterday. What's up? Is there something wrong?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

He actually wanted to ask Sirius for his opinion, but now he thinks the professor is also a suitable candidate. The professor knew that he had been troubled by the scar and taught him the brain block technique. Now the symptoms of the scar have changed, which may be what the professor expected? And he can take the opportunity to ask about the killing curse. The professor is quite fluent in using this magic...

Felix set up a simple bed in the study on the third floor. When Harry walked in, before he could see clearly, Felix had reached out and shrunk the camp bed to the size of a matchbox and stuffed it into the ring.

The Black family's study room has the functions of both studying and entertaining distinguished guests. Therefore, in addition to the long desk and the collection of books filling the three bookshelves, there is also a small sofa and a wooden coffee table in the corner of the study. The corners of the solid wood coffee table are rough, as if it was made from a huge tree knot.

"Are these magical animals?" Harry looked at the several dynamic stick drawings on the coffee table with great interest. Dark green ink outlined various animal shapes, many of which he could name.

"Yes." Felix did not elaborate. He gathered the drawing papers together and stuffed them into the ring.

Harry guessed that the professor might be preparing a comic book about magical animals, but he thought it was unlikely. However, he would never guess that Felix was trying to construct a magical talent matching plan for magical animals.

This was one of the gains Felix made after reflecting on the battle with Voldemort.

In that battle, he did not transform into a bird-snake himself, mainly because he felt it was too dangerous. Magical animals had no advantage in the face of Voldemort's killing curse, but he was keenly aware that there was a huge treasure hidden in it.

Because Felix suddenly discovered that Voldemort did not seem to understand the state of his and Dumbledore's transformation. At least the word Voldemort used to describe this state was "transformation of the body" - this is obviously the route of Salazar Slytherin.

From this, Felix judged that although Voldemort's body may have undergone many transformations to make himself particularly adaptable to dark magic, his unique killing curse may have come from this - but Voldemort should not be able to transform into a magical animal.

If the design is clever enough, this cognitive defect may become Voldemort's death warrant.

...

"Professor, when did you learn the Avada Kedavra?" Harry decided to start with a small question, but Professor Happ was too perceptive. He just glanced at him and said half-jokingly: "Why, you want to learn this spell too? You are so brave."

"It's not that I want to learn it, I-uh-I suddenly know how to do it." Harry hesitated for a long time, and finally confessed.

Felix looked at him strangely. Did Harry really learn the Kedavra after seeing him use it a few times? He didn't feel good. Would he teach a child bad things? However, when Harry described his experience in the past two days, Felix's expression became serious.

This was more serious than he expected-Harry was eager for revenge and wanted to learn the Unforgivable Curses in private.

"Come with me." He said in a deep voice.

He took Harry to the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Try the Kedavra."

Harry did as he was told, and a green light flew out from the tip of his wand. They both frowned at the same time.

Harry felt that the spell he cast today was much less powerful. Felix saw a familiar shadow in his way of casting spells, which meant that what Harry said before was true.

And he knew more things, such as there was a piece of Voldemort's soul hidden in Harry's body, so where did Harry's knowledge come from, was it Voldemort himself, or... that piece of soul fragment?

"Did you hear some noise in your head when you woke up the night before last?" Felix confirmed.

"Yes, but it disappeared soon." Harry answered nervously.

Felix remained silent and was observing Harry carefully through the magical perspective. Even he could only glimpse a trace of evil magic when Harry's brain defense was the weakest - that was last school year, but now he didn't dare to test it.

If his guess was right - Harry accidentally stimulated the dormant soul fragment, stimulating it now might lead to extremely serious consequences.

"Well," Felix thought for a moment and said, "Try the other two spells - Cruciatus Curse and Imperius Curse, and cast them on me." Seeing Harry's astonished expression, he smiled, "I can still resist these two spells, don't worry about hurting me."

Harry waved his wand nervously, expecting the spell to succeed, but not wanting it to succeed. Under the mood of gain and loss, he naturally failed. Harry turned his head and looked at the professor - "

Continue." Felix said calmly.

Harry recited the spell stiffly. When an hour passed, he had not succeeded once.

"You have to show some determination."

"Recite the Unforgivable Curse in your face, Professor? I can't do it -" Harry muttered softly.

Then, he 'saw' Voldemort standing in front of him, staring at him with scarlet eyes, which scared him.

"Continue." 'Voldemort' said.

Harry quickly found the state now, even though he only knew the spell, even though no one taught him, even though... he still succeeded. Harry looked dazed and shocked. He seemed to have mastered the three unforgivable curses in one go.

How did this happen?

Felix, on the other side, fell into deep thought.

"Professor?" Harry asked uneasily, ""

"It's possible." Felix said, "You don't have to worry. From your description, Occlumency is effective, so training in this area can't stop... I'll tell Dumbledore about your situation. Maybe he can see something." Dumbledore

's reaction was faster than expected. He appeared almost immediately after the notice was issued.

He asked Harry about his feelings in detail, and finally took away two of Harry's memories - the scene of 'seeing' Voldemort in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, and the memory of his first release of the Killing Curse.

Harry was then sent away, and only the two of them were left in the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Albus, do you think--" Felix said hesitantly.

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head. "Maybe it's just pure coincidence. I can come up with more than one reasonable explanation. For example, the Potter family has an ancient heritage, and Harry may have inherited this talent; or Voldemort did transfer part of his power to Harry, which led to his current changes..."

"But," he said solemnly, "it may also be the influence of the Horcrux itself. We have all overlooked a question before, that is, which Horcrux did Voldemort use to resurrect?" Which Horcrux

? Of course... Huh?

Felix thought about the meaning of this statement.

In theory, a wizard only needs one Horcrux, which can serve as an anchor in the real world after the wizard's death, allowing the wizard's residual soul to stay in the world. But Voldemort made multiple Horcruxes in a desperate way, which raises a question: which Horcrux is really working after his death.

You know, Harry himself is also a Horcrux, and he also has the function of maintaining Voldemort's residual soul from disappearing.

Of course, Harry is not a qualified Horcrux, or in other words, it is not a Horcrux that Voldemort intentionally made. It is possible that Harry needs to maintain Voldemort's remaining soul, but it is also very small, because there are other Horcruxes in front.

But the problem is that long before Voldemort was resurrected, his Horcruxes were destroyed one by one.

The diary was the first;

the tiara was the second, and then the locket, and the big snake that followed Voldemort, a total of four Horcruxes. Wait -

"The locket is destroyed?" Felix confirmed.

When he handed Slytherin's locket to Dumbledore, the locket was still intact.

"I kept it, intending to analyze the Horcruxes--" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "But I found another Horcrux, a ring passed down from generation to generation by Voldemort's mother. Voldemort cast a vicious curse on it, and I almost fell victim to it, thanks to your amulet that issued a warning..."

"Is that so." Felix nodded. There were still four pieces, but the order of destruction changed to diary, crown, snake and ring. And Dumbledore also had a complete Horcrux locket in his hand.

That's five, and with Harry, it's six...

"If Voldemort still had even a trace of reason, he would at most divide his soul into nine pieces--"

"I personally prefer the number 'seven'," Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Although I haven't got conclusive evidence yet, I have almost got a clue."

"Do you need help?" Felix asked.

"Ah, I can still handle it, with Harry's help... If the persuasion team is too exaggerated, it may scare my old friend away." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Felix continued to think.

If the first Horcrux to work was the diary, then when the diary was destroyed, a new Horcrux would inevitably start to work, such as the crown. After the crown was destroyed, it was the turn of the snake and the ring, until now it was transferred to the locket or another unknown Horcrux.

But the above is an ideal state.

What if Harry, the "half-Horcrux", was also involved at some stage in the middle? There must be a connection between the split soul and the main soul, so when is this connection the greatest?

Of course, it is when the Horcrux maintains the main soul from dissipating.

This also explains why Harry's scar pain became more and more frequent before he learned the brain block technique. Because his Horcrux began to work!

"Albus, do you think-the piece of soul fragment in Harry's body will "revive"? "This is what Felix is ​​most worried about.

"It's unlikely," Dumbledore shook his head. "The function of a Horcrux is never to revive, and a fragment won't do anything... But no one knows what the consequences of turning a living person into a Horcrux are, not even Voldemort himself."

"Horcruxes themselves are extremely strong, but this is not reflected in Harry. All this shows that living Horcruxes are special." Dumbledore was silent for a moment. "I'm worried that Harry is 'digesting' the Horcrux, or in other words - fusing Voldemort's soul fragments."

Felix looked up in astonishment, but had to admit that there was such a possibility, and he began to think about countermeasures.

"Brain occlusion can alleviate this symptom."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded gently. "

And that's what," Felix's blue eyes began to flicker, "We can't wait ten years - Harry can't wait, we must solve Voldemort's problem within one or two years. The sooner the better!"

"This is exactly the most difficult thing." Dumbledore said softly.