"The front page headline of the Daily Prophet: The Ministry of Magic used the power of the second Philosopher's Stone yesterday to resurrect Gideon Prewett, a hero who died gloriously fighting against the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War!"

"Soth, the creator of the second Philosopher's Stone, has brought an unprecedented impact to the entire magic world!"

"Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the first Philosopher's Stone, openly admitted that Thors's achievements in alchemy had surpassed his own."

"Congratulations to the rising star and genius of the British wizarding world for officially reaching the top and becoming the greatest alchemist of our time!"

"The Ministers of Magic of seventeen countries are in urgent talks with Fudge, hoping to obtain partial use rights of the Philosopher's Stone through a transaction."

"A famous French wizard family offered a whopping price of three million gold Galleons, hoping to buy a piece of magic mercury made from the Philosopher's Stone to revive their offspring who died in an accident."

"Beauxbatons School of Magic has officially invited you, Lord Thors, to come for academic exchanges."

"The Order of Merlin unanimously decided to award Soth the First Class Medal. The Alchemist Association invited Soth to become the leader of the organization. The International Confederation of Wizards also announced that it would accept him as an honorary member."

"The largest potion and alchemical product company in Europe wants to spend a high price to purchase the rights to Soth's image as its new logo."

…

As countless newspapers and magazines were circulated crazily in the Great Hall on the first floor of Hogwarts in the early morning, students from all seven grades fell into complete madness.

Just as Rita Skeeter had predicted, fame, wealth, power, and high status all followed like mushrooms after rain as the true purpose of the second philosopher's stone was revealed.

After all, the power of resurrection for wizards is like the Muggle world suddenly inventing a medicine that can cure all terminal illnesses. It is bound to cause a huge sensation.

This sensation was not limited to the British wizarding world, but quickly spread throughout Europe and even across the ocean.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si became completely famous this time.

If last year he was regarded as a rising star and everyone was full of expectations for his future because of his magic scrolls and spell storage technology, then now he has become the top authority and master in the field of alchemy.

After all, even Nicolas Flamel publicly admitted that Zuo Si had surpassed himself in the field of alchemy, and even used some unprecedented knowledge and technology in the process of making the second philosopher's stone.

Based on this point alone, no one would dare to raise any doubts unless someone could successfully create the third philosopher's stone.

So even though Zuo Si is still a second-year student at Hogwarts, no one treats him as a student anymore.

At least not the officials of the Ministry of Magic, not the members of the big families, and certainly not the professors in the school.

"Resurrection? Resurrection from the dead? Could it be that the Daily Prophet printed the entertainment joke in the wrong place today?"

George stared at the newspaper in his hand in amazement, then pinched the thigh of his twin brother next to him hard to make sure he was not dreaming or hallucinating.

"Ah!!! Asshole! Why are you pinching my thigh? Pinch your own!"

Fred let out a scream and even the fried egg in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hey, sorry, I'm a little afraid of pain." George explained with a grin.

"Asshole! I'm going to fight you!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who?"

Soon, the funny couple started to wrestle with each other as usual, smearing butter, cream, peanut butter, ketchup and other things on each other's faces, which immediately attracted a lot of people to join in the booing and laughter.

Because everyone knows that the fighting between the Weasley twins never affects their relationship and feelings, but is more like a joking prank.

However, as the eldest brother, Percy obviously did not like these two younger brothers who were fooling around in school all day. He frowned subconsciously, then picked up the newspaper and glanced at it.

After a while, he noticed the name in bold letters and exclaimed, "Wait! The name Gideon Prewett sounds familiar. Damn! He...he's our uncle! Mom mentioned him before!"

"What? This resurrected dead man is our uncle!"

Ron was stunned when he heard this. His parents' reactions yesterday morning instantly came back to his mind, and he immediately understood the truth.

It turned out that my mother was crying with excitement not because a relative in the family had passed away, but because he was about to be resurrected from the dead.

Of course, one will cry tears of joy when meeting a loved one who has passed away.

"That's right! You were not born yet back then, and George and Fred were still young. They don't remember Uncle Gideon at all, but I still have some impression of him." Percy said with a hint of emotion in his tone.

After all, when he was a child, the First Wizarding War was at its most intense.

Both sides have completely torn off their last disguise and are engaging in the most terrifying and brutal fight.

Almost every few days we hear news of someone being killed in action.

Especially when the news of his two uncles' death in the war came back, Percy remembered seeing his mother hiding in the kitchen and crying for a long time, with her eyes red and swollen for several days.

Ron nodded slightly: "I see. So... this time our family owes Soth a big favor?"

"It's more than just a favor. Do you know what it means to come back from the dead? He is now a big shot in the entire British wizarding world. No, he should be a big shot who can call the shots in the entire European and American wizarding world."

Percy's tone was filled with naked and undisguised envy.

I can’t help but be envious!

You know, his life goal is to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation, gain power and make a career.

But now, Zuo Si easily obtained everything he had never dared to imagine.

Unfortunately, Percy's attempt to get closer to Zuo Si and build friendship last semester failed, and the other party didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

This dealt a heavy blow to Percy's self-confidence for a long time.

But today he finally understood why Zuo Si always had a very cold attitude towards most students in school.

Because with Zuo Si's talent and ability, there is no need for him to waste time with these childish students in school.

Only senior bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic and famous wizards from all over the world are qualified to communicate with him.

"By the way, did you see Harry this morning?"

Ron glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw that his friend was nowhere to be seen.

Percy nodded slightly. "I saw it. When he was going downstairs, he was called to Professor Snape's office. It seemed that he was going to discuss something important and serious."

"Snape?"

Ron frowned immediately and quickly cast his gaze towards the relatively empty table in the corner. Sure enough, he found that Zuo Si was not there either. Only Hermione was sitting on the chair, yawning and drinking milk.

In fact, he had no idea that at this moment in his office in the basement of the castle, Snape had decided not to hide his true feelings anymore but to confront Harry Potter.

As for Zuo Si, he just wanted to come for fun and sat silently by the side the whole time, enjoying this family ethics drama that could be broadcast on a prime-time 8 o'clock drama.

"Potter, have you read today's newspaper?" Snape asked, breaking the silence first.

"Um... not yet, Professor," Harry answered cautiously.

He had no idea what had happened to this Potions teacher who had been constantly targeting him last semester, but had actually started to change his attitude this semester.

Especially those eyes that a father looks at his son, every time the savior meets them he feels uncomfortable all over.

"Here, read it, and we'll talk when you're done."

As he spoke, Snape threw a newspaper that had been delivered this morning onto the table.

Out of curiosity, Harry subconsciously picked it up and took a glance, and immediately saw the content of the front-page headline and Rita Skeeter's unbridled praise of Zuo Si throughout the article.

Especially the eye-catching title "Resurrection from the Dead", which made him seem to understand something immediately. His face was full of shock and disbelief, and at the same time, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"You...you resurrected my mother? Is that why you said that in Potions class?"

The savior suddenly stood up from his chair and stared at Zuo Si who was drinking lemon tea.

Although he is easily deceived and fooled by others due to his age, it does not mean that he is a fool.

"No, my dear Harry, it was not I who resurrected your mother, but Professor Snape who resurrected his beloved.

What's more, haven't you always longed to live with a mother who loves you?

Now, this wish can come true.

Although it may be slightly different from what you expected.

But I believe that all this will be solved when I meet Ms. Lily."

Zuo Si tried to comfort him, pretending to be someone who wanted to enjoy the fun and not be afraid of any trouble.

Because the scene he most wanted to see was about to happen.

"What about my father?" Harry asked subconsciously.

Zuo Si shrugged innocently: "I said that your father is not a likable guy.

Besides, I don't know him well, so why should I spend so much effort to resurrect a stranger?

What's more, if the time of death exceeds ten years, even if resurrected, a lot of memory will be lost, which is reflected in your mother.

She even forgot that she was married and had a child like you. Even her childhood memories were slowly restored with the help of Professor Snape.

So if you want to resurrect all your parents and live together as a family of three, give up this idea as soon as possible.

Because their most precious memories have all been lost, and there is no possibility of getting them back.

But Ms. Lily and Professor Snape are different. They are childhood sweethearts who grew up together and many of their memories can be traced back to their childhood.

So during the recovery process, feelings will naturally develop slowly and then eventually they will get together.

Otherwise, what do you think is the purpose of Professor Snape calling you here today? Just to inform you that your mother has been resurrected? No, he is inviting you to attend a wedding and become a member of this new family.

The most important thing is that your mother is pregnant recently and will give birth to a younger brother or sister for you around June or July next year.

How about it? Are you surprised after hearing it?

Now you not only have a mother who is willing to sacrifice her life for you, but also a professor stepfather who is very well-known in the wizarding world, as well as lovely brothers and sisters."

Without a doubt!

These words were like a bolt from the blue, directly shattering Harry Potter's young mind and worldview.

My mother was resurrected? My mother was going to marry Snape?

And they have a child! He is going to be a big brother? The huge amount of information made the savior's little head completely confused, and he couldn't recover from the huge amount of information for a long time.

Fortunately, Zuo Si had taken precautions in advance, otherwise he would probably have fainted due to "CPU" overload.

In addition, Harry also realized why Snape's attitude towards him had been a little strange since the beginning of this semester.

It turns out that everything was because he had an affair with his mother! For a moment, Harry didn't know whether he should be angry about the prairie growing on his father's head, or happy about his mother's resurrection, or desperate because Snape became his stepfather...

With such mixed emotions, he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Can I go see my mother?"

"Of course! In fact, I'm going to take you to see her. But there's a proviso. You have to sign this document first."

As he spoke, Snape pulled out a parchment scroll with the official seal of the Ministry of Magic from his arms.

Harry took just a glance and immediately realized that it was a custody transfer agreement.

If he signed, his guardian would change from his uncle or aunt to his biological mother, and he would not have to spend every summer vacation with the annoying Dursley family.

But the price is that if Snape really marries his mother, then the other party will become a veritable stepfather and have the right to discipline him.

to be honest……

This is a dilemma.

If he could help it, Harry wouldn't choose either one.

But in the end, between bad and not-so-bad, he chose the latter.

After all, Lily was his biological mother who died to protect him, and living in a wizard family was much better than living in a Muggle family.

Once the name is signed, the magical contract on the scroll takes effect instantly and is transmitted back to the Ministry of Magic at an extremely fast speed and a backup is created.

As long as Lily's identity is recognized, the contract will have legal effect.

Seeing that the contract had taken effect, a creepy smile suddenly appeared on Snape's face, and he said in an extremely gentle voice: "Don't worry, I won't force you to call me father, and I won't interfere too much with your behavior in school.

Just the opposite!

If you encounter any trouble, or are troubled by others, you can come to me.

Now, go to class. When the last class of the day is over, come directly to my office and I will take you home. "

“Okay…Okay!”

Harry was obviously frightened. He nodded vigorously subconsciously, then turned and ran away.

Because he suddenly discovered that Snape's current appearance was ten thousand times more terrifying than when he had targeted him before.

Especially that expression that seemed like an "old father" was really scary.

Compared to this, when I encountered Voldemort at the end of the first grade, his hideous and terrifying appearance seemed a bit childish.

Seeing the savior's fleeing reaction, Zuo Si finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahahaha! Dear professor, I think you, as a stepfather, will not be able to change your bad image in Harry's mind for a long time."

Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "Stop gloating over your misfortune and help me think of a solution. Compared to Harry, the bigger problem is how to make Lily accept that she was married and had a child."

Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: “Don’t worry about this at all.

Just by looking at Harry's dark green eyes, Ms. Lily would immediately recognize that this was her child as soon as he appeared.

Sometimes the power of blood is so magical.

It allows relatives who have been separated for many years or have never met to recognize each other in an instant."

"You'll come along tonight, won't you?"

Whenever something related to Lily, Snape would appear extremely cautious and nervous.

After all, he was originally a "love saint", and this love was lost and then recovered, so he would naturally cherish it especially.

"Of course! How could I miss such a wonderful scene?"

Zuo Si fully demonstrated the caution of a fun-loving person who would eat the melon when it was available, and agreed without hesitation.

Just as Snape was about to say something, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside.

Then a student was heard shouting through the door: "Professor! Professor Snape! It's bad! A student was attacked on campus! And Harry Potter is the only witness and the biggest suspect!"

"Huh? What!"

Upon hearing the news, Snape lost all restraint and immediately opened the door and asked, "Tell me more carefully! What exactly is going on?"

"The scene is over there! I'll take you there!"

The Slytherin student who came to tip off had no idea how to explain, so he simply chose to lead the way.

After a while, the three of them, including Zuo Si, came to a relatively quiet corner of the corridor.

At this moment, the scene was already packed with students.

Headmaster Dumbledore and Vice-Headmaster Professor McGonagall arrived earlier and were carefully examining a stone statue that looked like a student.

Harry stood there in a daze, bewildered, looking completely stunned by the sudden accident.

Master Malfoy took the opportunity to fan the flames, saying, "Ah! You openly use evil spells to attack classmates in school! I'm afraid no one can save you this time, Potter. It looks like in an hour or two at most, you'll have to pack your bags and go back to live with those stupid and ridiculous Muggle relatives."

"Shut up! I said! I didn't do this! I just heard some weird noises!"

Harry glared fiercely at this annoying guy who always pestered him.

If Snape was his most hated professor, then Draco Malfoy was his most hated classmate.

"Humph! You still want to deny it when the evidence is irrefutable? Look at this poor fellow, his entire body has been completely turned into stone. Even the best doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries may not be able to restore him to his original state. Just wait, you might be sent to Azkaban to spend the rest of your life in prison."

Master Malfoy instantly went into full fire, wanting to trample under his feet this savior who had rejected him and made him look foolish in public.

But soon, he felt a chill coming from behind him.

His first subconscious reaction was to turn around immediately, only to find that his dean was staring at him with narrowed eyes. He was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly and even began to stutter when speaking.

"Professor?!"

"Until there is evidence and the matter is not concluded, watch your mouth, Draco. If I hear these rumors and nonsense coming out of your mouth again, I don't mind giving you something to drink to ensure that you will never be able to make a sound again. Do you understand?"

Snape bent down suddenly, and with such overwhelming momentum, he scared Master Malfoy so much that he almost wet his pants.

The latter could not believe in his dreams that Snape, who had always targeted Harry and Gryffindor House, would suddenly turn his guns against "his own people".

Not only Malfoy couldn't understand it, but the other students present also found it difficult to understand.

But due to Snape's powerful aura and his usual domineering style, no one dared to raise any objections. They all shut their mouths and dared not make any sound.

至于马尔福少爷，只能灰溜溜的后退躲进人群中，满脑子都在想自己究竟做错了什么，会劈头盖脸就挨一顿臭骂。

但他不知道，并不意味着哈利不知道。

尤其是看到斯内普眼神中透露出来的“爸爸给你撑腰”，顿时感觉浑身都不自在，赶忙低下头不敢与之对视。

现场的气氛也随之变得诡异起来。

“太感人了！真是父爱如山呢……”

左思强忍着笑意用只有自己才能听见的声音喃喃自语道。

要知道以前都是马尔福借着斯内普的偏心来找哈利的麻烦，但现在情况显然彻底反了过来。

毕竟卢修斯和斯内普之间的关系，充其量只能算是虚与委蛇，当初一起在伏地魔手下干过一段时间的食死徒，并且都是斯莱特林学院毕业。

根本没办法与莉莉之间那刻骨铭心的爱情和生离死别相提并论。

如果非要在两者之间做一个取舍，斯内普会毫不犹豫用马尔福全家老小的命来换莉莉和哈利的命。

“阿不思！这里究竟发生了什么？”斯内普直截了当的询问道。

“唉——这个被袭击的孩子遭到了非常强大的石化魔法攻击，他已经彻底变成了一块石头，恐怕很难在恢复了。”邓布利多无奈的发出了叹息。

“石化？”

斯内普听到这句话表情一下子变得严肃起来。

因为这个世界的石化咒语与费伦的石化魔法有非常大的区别。

前者只是让人暂时失去行动能力，就如同中了定身法术一样。

但后者却是真正的石化，把一个人变成石头形状的雕塑。

所以在巫师们的普遍认知中，能把一个人彻底石化的咒语一般都是可怕的黑魔法，又或者是某些极度危险的神奇动物。

在学校里发生这样的袭击，就意味着霍格沃茨不再是一个安全的地方。

邓布利多表情凝重的点了点头：“是的，石化。我们必须把学生们都召集起来，然后对整个城堡进行一次大搜查。另外，我们还要通知魔法部和受害者的父母。”

“魔法石的力量可以让这个孩子恢复吗？”

麦格教授显然注意到了左思，立刻将希望寄托在了他的身上。

“不需要那么麻烦，我刚好知道一个可以解除石化的魔法。”

说着，左思从人群后面挤了出来，挥舞魔杖施展了一个前不久才特地转化成咒语的费伦六环奥术魔法——【解除石化】。

当魔杖的前端与被石化的学生触碰瞬间！ 后者坚硬的身躯迅速变得十分柔软，并且在接下来的一分钟内恢复到充满弹性的皮肤和肌肉。

等整个身体彻底恢复原状后，他直接扑通一声摔倒在地，像是虚脱了一样大口大口喘着粗气。

“这是什么咒语？”邓布利多抬起头眼睛里闪烁着惊讶与好奇。

作为魔法界战力的天花板，他年轻的时候几乎把所有的咒语都学了个七七八八，但却从未听说过有任何一个咒语能将完全石化的人恢复原状。

就连用曼德拉草调制的魔药，也仅仅只能勉强救治一下那些半石化的人。

至于全石化……

抱歉，目前为止真个魔法界还有什么太好的办法。

“解除石化咒。我开学前刚刚发明出来的，怎么样，效果还不错吧？”左思笑着反问道。

“的确相当不错。看来你在咒语方面的天赋，丝毫不比炼金术差。而且……你还拯救了一个同学宝贵的生命。作为校长，我决定给斯莱特林加上一百分。”

邓布利多原本严肃的脸上浮现出一丝笑意。

因为这个咒语完全没有任何攻击性，单纯就是为了救人而创造。

所以他下意识觉得在左思的内心之中一定有很多善良的部分。

殊不知，左思之所以花心思把解除石化转化成魔咒，其实单纯只是为了应付这个学期密室里那条蛇怪。

有了这个咒语，无论与多少学生被石化，都能不费吹灰之力将其救回来。

一旦石化之眼被废，蛇怪充其量也只是个有毒的巨蛇而已，根本不足为据。

“教授，我觉得您有空在这里给我加分，还不如赶紧问问这位同学究竟发生了什么。要知道解除石化会对身体造成一定负担，他现在肯定非常疲惫，随时都有可能睡过去或是陷入昏迷。”左思不动声色的提醒道。

邓布利多显然注意到了受害者的虚弱，赶忙低下头询问道：“贾斯廷！告诉我，你刚才遭遇了什么？是谁袭击了你？”

“是……是一双眼睛！淡黄色的可怕巨眼！我只是与它对视了一下，然后便什么都不知道了。”

被称之为贾斯廷的男生一边剧烈抖动，一边用微弱的声音给出了答案。

刚说完，他就两眼一番晕了过去。

“一双淡黄色的巨眼？”

“会不会是某种魔咒的效果？”

“我觉得不像。也可能是一种可怕的魔法生物。”

“该死！学校里为什么会出现这种东西？”

教授们顿时开始低声讨论各种可能性。

因为这次袭击既没有留下任何线索，也没有除受害者之外的第二个目击证人，所以也只能盲人摸象般的猜测。

唯有左思非常清楚，这是伏地魔的魂器已经苏醒并且发动了第一次袭击，所以立马将目光投向脸色惨白、目光躲躲闪闪的洛哈特。

只是他有点不太明白，对方为什么没有在墙上写出诸如“密室已经被开启”、“斯莱特林继承人将血洗整个学校麻瓜学生”等等之类的标题来制造恐慌。

“索斯，你想到什么了吗？”斯内普用不是很确定的语气问。

“不，没有，我只是觉得很奇怪，对方为什么要袭击一个毫无价值的学生，而且还是用石化这种手段。”左思装出一副十分费解的样子回应道。

“总之，先把所有学生召集到一起，两个教授留在原地，其余人分头搜索城堡的每一个角落。”

校长邓布利多在简单的思索后迅速做出安排。

毕竟学校内发生袭击，进行一次大搜查无疑是最保险的。

很快，在他的带领下教授们两两一组，开始沿着走廊一个房间、一个房间的搜索。

而左思在故意申请跟洛哈特一组，直接把这个骗子吓的差点当场晕过去。

当彻底跟其他几位教授拉开距离，进入到暗无天日的地窖和仓库后，他这才挥舞魔杖直接把通往上层的大门一封，意味深长的说道：“你还打算藏多久？”

“你……你什么意思？”洛哈特用颤抖的声音问。

“就是字面上的意思。虽然你伪装的很像，但终究不是洛哈特。因为真正的哈洛特哪怕是在极度恐惧的情况下，也依旧不会放过任何一个自我吹嘘的机会。而且日洛哈特习惯使用的是右手，可你从一开始就用左手握着魔杖。”

左思直截了当拆穿了对方的伪装。

说实话，他真没料到年轻时代的伏地魔居然如此胆大包天，竟然敢公然出现在邓布利多的眼皮子底下。

“哦？你果然跟传闻中一样是个真正聪明且有天赋的巫师呢。”

洛哈特脸上浮现出了诡异的笑容，然后猛然间抬起魔杖射出一道红光。

“除你武器！”

瞬间！

红光径直击中了左思的右手，并且将魔杖直接打飞出去好几米远掉落在地上。

“哈哈哈哈！你太大意了，我亲爱的朋友。如果我是你，在发现身边有人不对劲的时候就应该先发制人，而不是先拆穿对方的身份。”伏地魔咧开嘴露出得意的笑容。

毫无疑问，对于能够瞬间击败和制服左思这样的天才，给他带来了极大的满足感和心理优越感。

毕竟在巫师的传统观念中，失去魔杖就意味着失去了武器、失去了威胁，基本可以算是彻底输了。

可丢掉魔杖的左思却一点也不紧张，反倒是似笑非笑的反问道：“就这？”

“怎么，没有了魔杖之后你还想打吗？”伏地魔语气中带着嘲弄跟戏谑。

“今天就让我来个你上一课吧。魔杖只不过是一种工具，而施法者真正的力量从来都源自于自己。”

说罢，左思抬起一根手指缓缓从嘴里念出了几个字。

“钻心剜骨！”

下一秒……

一股无法忍受的剧痛瞬间让年轻的伏地魔脸色大变，整个人扑通一声摔倒在地，不受控制的剧烈抽搐，并且伴随着撕心裂肺的惨叫声。

不过好在这种剧痛并未持续太久，他很快就通过某种黑魔法摆脱了钻心咒的影响，大口大口喘着粗气。

“呼——呼——呼——”

“无杖施法？”

左思笑着点了下头：“没错！无杖、无声、瞬发，这一切我都可以轻松做到。

所以你觉得打掉了我的魔杖就赢了吗？ 天真！

真正好玩的这才刚刚开始。

Use all your strength to please me! If your performance is not satisfactory to me, then I will destroy your true self, that tattered diary. "

"You...you know who I am?"

The young Voldemort's expression suddenly changed.

"Of course! Tom Riddle, or Voldemort. In fact, this is not the first time we have met. I also met another you last semester. I have to say that he has much more combat experience than you. At least he gave me a good experience, so I chose to let him go."

As Zuo Si spoke, he casually released various protective spells.

After a while, his body was wrapped in three layers of protection inside and three layers of protection outside.

Some of them protect against energy attacks, some protect against force field attacks and physical attacks.

In short, there were so many types that even the young Dark Lord was stunned.

At this moment, he realized that the other person was the one fishing, and he was just the fish that was caught.

Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately became cautious and whispered tentatively: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Didn't I just say that? Use your strength to the fullest to please me! If your performance satisfies me, I will let you go and promise not to tell anyone. But if you can't satisfy me, then you will die here today. From what I know, Fiendfyre seems to be able to destroy Horcruxes."

After saying this, Zuo Si raised his hand and summoned a ball of blazing fire, which then took the shape of a giant dragon and pounced on the opponent.

"Arrogant! Let me show you how powerful I am!"

The young Dark Lord was obviously enraged, and immediately sprayed a large amount of water from the front of his wand, forming a huge wave, which smashed directly towards the position where Fiendfyre and his opponent were.

Boom!

After a loud bang, the fire was extinguished.

But Zuo Si stood there without moving at all, only a few drops of water splashed on his face.

The huge waves just now were basically blocked by the protective force field.

He wiped it gently with his fingers, then smiled and said jokingly: "Is it water?

No! These are the tears of a weak person! Look at your current state. You tried your best but you couldn't even hurt me. It's so disappointing.

So the so-called Dark Lord is this level? If I were you, I would rather choose a heroic death than live like a cockroach or a rat. "

"Are you deliberately irritating me?"

The young Voldemort was obviously not as irritable and angry as he was later. Instead, he was extremely sensitive and vigilant.

"Haha, did you notice? That's commendable. But the problem is that your identity as a weak person has not changed. Let's spend a little time to have some fun."

As he spoke, Zuo Si was like a mobile turret, instantly releasing a large number of overwhelming spells.

Since he did not recite any spells or wave his wand, Voldemort could only roughly determine what kind of magic it was by the fluctuations of magic power. Not only was it very difficult to deal with, but he would often miss one or two of them.

In the blink of an eye, Lockhart's gorgeous and expensive robe was torn to pieces.

The famous Dark Lord could only resist and dodge as best he could with his upper body naked and half of his buttocks exposed. He danced like a clown to Swan Lake under Zuo Si's control, looking extremely embarrassed.

Zuo Si even took out a music box and placed it on the shelf next to him as accompaniment.

When the song ended, he stopped attacking and sneered sarcastically, "You danced well. I didn't realize you have talent in dance and art. Maybe... you are more suitable for performing in the London Ballet Company than being the Dark Lord. After all, the weak are not worthy of the title of Dark Lord, which will only make people laugh."

"What the hell do you want to do?!!!!"

Voldemort was obviously extremely angry. His entire neck and face were red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

You know, he has never been humiliated so much since he was born.

"Nothing, just killing time. Also, I'm very satisfied with your performance just now, so you can go."

Zuo Si opened the door leading to the upper floor behind him and gestured for invitation.

This action instantly frightened the furious Voldemort. He stood there for a long time, unable to figure out the other party's purpose.

But after hesitating for a long time, he still controlled Lockhart's body and ran out.

For no other reason!

I just wanted to find a safe place to hide the diary that serves as a Horcrux.

In this way, even if the controlled Lockhart died, he could find another person to resurrect him.

After Voldemort was completely gone, Zuo Si bent down to pick up his wand, stroking his chin and analyzing, "Horcruxes are much more complicated than I expected. Rather than being a relatively stable soul fragment, they are more like replicas of some kind of memory and personality. But the common point is that their emotions are very easy to get out of control."

"You lose control of your emotions easily?"

The diary couldn't help but ask.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "Yes! As a student, Voldemort should have been the best at forbearance and disguise in his entire life.

But did you notice that when I started to stimulate him, this guy could still hold it back at first, but soon lost his mind.

Especially in the final stage, he couldn't help wanting to cast some black magic to die with me several times.

But I held back until the last moment.

So there is a price to pay for tearing your own soul apart to create a Horcrux!

And the cost is far greater than many people imagine.

Otherwise, with so many dark wizards in this world, Horcruxes should have been rampant long ago."

"I think we should capture him and do some more in-depth research, especially on his soul." The diary quickly gave its suggestion.

But Zuo Si refused and said, “Don’t worry, now is not the time.

This research can only begin after the Horcrux has absorbed enough vitality and been completely revived.

Until then, let him continue to mess around in the castle.

After this incident, he should have an extremely strong desire for power.

I have to find a way to give him some sacrifice so that the students in the school won’t suffer.”

"How about Azkaban? There are many Death Eaters and death row prisoners there."

"Azkaban is too eye-catching. Let's go to the European continent in the name of academic exchange in a few days. I heard that there are more dark wizards imprisoned in the prison there..."

(End of this chapter)