"December 31st, the last day of the year." Dumbledore also looked out the window. The raindrops made the glass blurry, and even the room seemed to be filled with a hazy atmosphere.
Harry said in a heavy tone, "So, he will come back? When the snow falls."
In the prophecy, it is said that “he will be liberated.”
Obviously, it won't be in the form of a residual soul like in the first grade.
Dumbledore comforted him: "Don't worry, at least Trelawney didn't say it would be this winter, and..."
Having said this, he paused.
"The prophecy is symbolic."
"Maybe the heavy snow she was talking about wasn't really referring to winter."
Harry's heart tightened.
If heavy snow does not refer to winter, could it be hoarfrost?
But he was just an ordinary demon hunter. How could that group of people chase him? Moreover, he still had no idea about the changes in the timeline.
"What does the red-haired crow refer to?" Harry asked. He was also concerned about this issue. The Weasley family was already unlucky, and if it was related to them...
Dumbledore waved his hand and a book fell into his hand: "Young people nowadays rarely read mythological stories."
"Have you ever heard of the Three Madonnas of Martronie?"
Harry shook his head.
"They are three goddesses in ancient mythology," Dumbledore began to introduce, flipping the book in his hand. Soon he stopped at one of the pages, and three portraits popped up.
They all have red hair, look heroic, and sit astride horses.
"In ancient mythology, they can all transform into crows."
"The one in the middle is Morrigan, the elder of the three goddesses. She once appeared beside King Arthur as Morgan le Fay. She is honored as the goddess of vengeance."
"The one on the left is the goddess Macha. She is the goddess of magic and also controls the power of fate and war."
"The last one is the goddess Niman, who is the embodiment of evil and fear."
Harry shook his head. "That doesn't sound like a good idea."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "Although it is impossible to determine which of the three goddesses the red-haired crow is referring to, or whether it is referring to the goddess Baybokahe who is the union of the three of them."
"But I guess this sentence should mean that destiny has changed."
He looked up, meeting Harry's eyes.
Everything started with this pair of "cat eyes" and became completely different.
"Have you asked your old lover, the fortune teller?" Harry asked. "She might have some insights."
Dumbledore nodded, his tone vague: "I will, if I still have no idea."
He was afraid that Harry would continue to dwell on this topic, so he turned to a new topic: "Recently, Lupin has asked the house-elves to find something. Do you know what it is?"
Harry nodded: "I made an agreement with him. If he hasn't found it in half a month, I will tell you."
Dumbledore smiled slightly: "A little secret with Lupin? I'm really jealous. I've only met him once and we've already gotten to this point."
"He's a werewolf who can control himself from biting people." Harry replied expressionlessly, "If you can resist eating candy for more than 20 or 30 years, I might be able to do the same to you."
Dumbledore quickly drank a mouthful of honey water to calm himself down: "This is harder than asking Severus not to swear."
Harry sneered, "By the way, Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black may not be going to the castle to look for Horcruxes."
Dumbledore was stunned, with surprise in his eyes, and was about to speak.
"Don't ask why. This is related to the agreement. In half a month at most, you will know what the result is." Harry spoke before he could, blocking his words.
Dumbledore put down the cup and spread his hands: "Okay, but the problem is, I really found that Voldemort might have hidden one of his Horcruxes in the castle."
"Because of my guess?" Harry tilted his head back.
The beginning, process and reason are all wrong.
The result is correct?
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry sighed, "Poor Senior Tom, we discovered this by accident."
"Luck is also part of strength." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.
"Found it?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore shook his head: "Not yet. Tom is very smart and cautious."
He looked at the Sorting Hat on Harry's waist: "Harry, you can also pay attention to it. Maybe there will be some clues in Gryffindor's trial."
"Did he really make Horcruxes from the relics of the other three giants?" The Sorting Hat asked tremblingly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
Dumbledore nodded. "I think so."
"How dare he!" The Sorting Hat shrank back into its robes.
Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "I went to talk to Helena, the ghost of Ravenclaw's daughter. Tom did contact her and stole the Ravenclaw diadem."
"When he was in sixth grade."
"I wonder if he's hiding the tiara in the castle."
The Sorting Hat twisted its body. "What about Helga and Salazar's relics?"
"I don't know about Slytherin's relics." Dumbledore shook his head. "I asked a descendant of Hufflepuff, and he said that his grandmother hid the Hufflepuff gold cup, but no one has seen it since her death."
"He also said that his grandmother was having a passionate affair with a handsome man when she was alive. He almost became her little husband."
"After she died, he immediately disappeared. Fortunately, he didn't set his sights on her inheritance."
Harry was stunned, a little unbelievable: "Professor, you mean..."
After Dumbledore nodded, he finished his next words: "He has been using his beauty to deceive women?"
Dumbledore was surprised: "Harry."
“Why would you care about this?”
He thought Harry was thinking that Tom had turned the Hufflepuff cup into a Horcrux after graduation.
result……
Is that so?
"Isn't it?" Harry counted on his fingers, "Ginny, Helena, that Hufflepuff descendant, oh... and Myrtle who died fifty years ago."
“They are all girls.”
Dumbledore pursed his lips and dared not speak.
"So the reason why he turned himself into that horrible appearance was because he sold too many prostitutes when he was young?" Harry thought thoughtfully, "In order to avoid others knowing about his humiliating history, he changed his appearance?"
Dumbledore looked hesitant.
what to do?
This argument sounds very convincing.
"Harry, now is not the time to study Tom's love history." Dumbledore hesitated for a while, suppressed his inner restlessness, "The Horcrux is the key point."
Harry nodded, restraining his expression.
The Sorting Hat poked out its tip and spat viciously, "Using appearance! Even a Gryffindor wouldn't do that."
The office fell silent.
Both Dumbledore and Harry looked towards it.
"Shouldn't Slytherin be the one doing something that sounds like it has no bottom line?" Dumbledore said calmly.
The Sorting Hat sensed a greater danger and was about to retreat back inside, but Harry grabbed it and pulled it out.
"Hey, I didn't mean Gryffindor House, Godric Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat struggled, but it was just a hat.
Dumbledore and Harry's eyes remained cold.
"Oh, well, well." The Sorting Hat muttered, and then whispered, "As you know, Gryffindor and Slytherin used to be very good friends."
“They have very similar personalities.”
The portraits also poked their heads out and walked to the painting closest to them, filling it up.
"They are both very unconventional. In their opinion, any solution to a problem is a good solution. And Godric, he is very handsome."
"Although he never took the initiative to do so, that face did bring them a lot of preferential treatment."
Dumbledore pushed up his glasses. "What a strange history."
Harry said nothing.
Gryffindor reminded him of someone.
"It's interesting to end today's class with such an interesting story." Dumbledore waved his wand, disappeared the cup in Harry's hand, and began to drive the guests away, "You should go back and rest."
Harry stood up and said goodbye to him.
It was raining heavily outside the castle, covering the whole sky. Even in the corridor, the sound could be heard. It was not until I returned to the lounge and heard the crackling of the fireplace, a few little wizards working on their homework under a deadline, and Ron, drowsy on the table, that the boredom in my heart was somewhat dispelled.
The second day's classes were still busy.
In the morning's Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid made some changes. Although they still went to the same place, he took them to meet the Moon Beast.
This cute little creature has a relatively mild temperament and the only useful thing on its body is its feces.
Adding points has also become cautious.
Although……
I still added a total of eight points to Gryffindor, but this is at least within the range of normal preference.
And in the end, he also "learned bad things".
The young wizards were assigned a five-inch long paper to discuss in detail the living habits and magical effects of the Moon Beasts.
In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick was in low spirits, just like he was at the beginning of last year.
What they learned was the "Vanishing Spell".
This was a very complicated spell, and Professor Flitwick only taught the theory, and only let them carry out the experiment in the last few minutes of class.
Even Hermione failed to perform it successfully at the first time.
The exhausted Professor Flitwick hurried away, leaving behind an assignment that was eight inches long.
The third day was no better than the second.
The Transfiguration and Charms classes were connected. As soon as they finished Professor McGonagall's scolding, they had to face Professor Flitwick's baptism. By the time they finished their meal, the little wizards were still dizzy.
In the Gryffindor common room.
The third-grade little lions had no mood to play. They quickly finished their homework and went back to their respective dormitories.
By curfew, the only people left in the common room were the happy, carefree first-year students.
"We should get going," Hermione lowered her voice. The first years paid no attention to them.
Ron nodded.
Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak, draped it over the three of them, and quietly slipped out of the common room, heading straight for the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.
"Will Filch find out?" Ron asked worriedly.
"I said hello," Hermione and Harry said in unison.