Dumbledore was stunned and looked at Harry in confusion.

"He said you can't wear this ring." Harry said calmly, pressing his hand down, and the ring made a crisp sound as it touched the table.

Dumbledore hesitated.

Harry continued, "And you're a little too impatient. Check again."

He was willing to let go of his fingers, waved his wand, and checked again, with Snape also joining in.

The two of them didn't take it seriously at first, they just wanted to take this opportunity to study the Resurrection Stone carefully.

May follow up with a second round of inspection.

Several more evil auras overflowed and fell onto the table like mud, corroding soybean-sized pits, almost scaring them into a cold sweat.

There is a deeper curse hidden in the ring.

Like an onion, one layer wrapped within another.

Without Harry's reminder, they immediately began the third round of inspection.

This time, the two people who had profound attainments in the field of black magic were unable to find anything unusual.

But this was enough to make Dumbledore alert to resist the power of the ring. He waved his wand lightly, and the ring flew back into the box and was displayed like an exquisite work of art.

"Don't destroy it?" Snape looked at it, swallowed, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Now is not the time." Dumbledore shook his head. "There is also a Horcrux in Harry's head. We need to study it..."

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall stood up and looked at him in panic, "Harry is a Horcrux?"

Flitwick and Sprout also stared in astonishment.

"It was an accident." Dumbledore shook his head and waved his hand at them. His tone was gentle, comforting them, "Don't worry, Harry's brain blocking technique is already very proficient, and it will hardly be affected at all."

Mag's expression became even uglier: "Almost?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but looked at Harry with a look that said "I need help".

"Professor, don't worry." Harry said in a light tone, "Not almost, but absolutely not."

"And now we have a Horcrux. We have Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape here. They are both masters of the Dark Arts. They will definitely be able to figure out how to remove the Horcrux from my head."

Flitwick immediately said, "So can I, Harry. You can't forget me."

"I am your Charms professor. I don't mean to say anything bad about Severus. I may not be as good as him in the Dark Arts, but I am better than him in Charms."

Snape surprisingly did not refute, but nodded in agreement.

"I may not have as profound magical attainments as Minerva and Filius." Sprout was a little embarrassed, "But if you need me, just ask, for example, if you need some magical herbs that are difficult to cultivate."

“There’s nothing I can’t grow.”

Harry laughed, genuinely.

Snape was stunned.

Flitwick noticed his expression. "Harry looks a lot like his mother when he laughs, doesn't he?"

Snape turned his head away and snorted, but it was unclear what emotion was in the snort.

"We will study the Horcruxes slowly. This will take more than a day or two." Dumbledore closed the box. "I am very worried about you now, Harry."

Several other professors frowned.

Now?

He has a piece of Voldemort on his head and he's only worried now?

"About the Goblet of Fire?" Harry drained his glass.

This again surprised the professors.

Oh, yes, there is such a thing.

The Death Eaters' conspiracy is more important than the Horcruxes at the moment.

Their brows furrowed even more.

Dumbledore nodded: "Tom may be in better shape than we expected."

"Good enough to even give birth to a child." Harry deadpanned.

Dumbledore was stunned. He didn't mean that, although this incident also indirectly confirmed his state.

Flitwick grinned, almost wanting to laugh.

"And the number of Horcruxes he possesses seems to be beyond my imagination." Dumbledore stared at the box. "Leave one as a trap. If it weren't for you and him, I'm afraid..."

Maybe he could resist the first wave of magic, maybe he would check the ring, but he would never check it a second time.

What worries him most.

It was Voldemort's willingness.

He used a Horcrux to exchange for his own life, and he almost succeeded.

"The relics of the Big Four." Harry counted on his fingers. "Excluding Mr. Gryffindor, there are three. Including this ring and that diary, there are five in total."

"Yes, perhaps more than that." Dumbledore was a little worried. "I originally thought there were only two or three at most. Creating a Horcrux requires tearing the soul apart, which is extremely evil and painful. Just thinking about it is unbearable."

"Tom is very determined."

"Perhaps he will have seven Horcruxes."

"Seven" is a very magical number and is mentioned repeatedly in "Standard Spells".

"So that makes eight including me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't know, Severus."

"I know." Snape still didn't turn his head. He stared at Godric's portrait and nodded impatiently.

McGonagall frowned, "Harry, I originally wanted to give me a holiday at Christmas, but now it seems that we don't have time. From now until the end of the holiday, I will have a professor's remedial class every day. What do you think?"

This time, Flitwick showed no resistance and was as cautious as Magg.

Not surprisingly, Harry nodded and agreed readily: "Of course, Professor Moody is still in Hogwarts?"

"I'll convince him." Mag nodded heavily, "So you have one more day a week..."

"Professor Dumbledore has two classes a week." Harry shook his head and interrupted him.

McGonagall smiled brightly: "That's the best. Albus is very good. You should learn more from him. Um... I mean magic."

Dumbledore sighed: "But I still have to study Horcruxes with Severus."

"Albus, you only have classes two days a week." Flitwick gloated, "There are still five days left, there is plenty of time."

Snape said in a cold tone: "Albus, now is not the time to rest. You should put aside some boring and stupid things."

"I will write to the Wizengamot," Dumbledore sighed, "and cancel all the parties in the next few days."

He stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, now let's go back and rest. Remember to ask the elf to prepare dinner. I guess we have missed dinner time now, right?"

Then, his eyes fell on the wooden box on the table: "As for this thing..."

"Pomona, I think we can all rest assured if you keep it safe."

Sprout smiled and nodded. "Finally you thought of me? I'll take good care of it."

She waved her wand and a vine flew out from under her robe. It was not a shapeshifting creature, but a living magical plant. It wrapped around the box and then shrank back with a whoosh. Then a huge mouth opened, facing the vine, and swallowed the box with a gulp.

They leave.

The Sorting Hat said goodbye to Harry, and wanted to stay in the office using the body of a motorcycle to continue showing off to Godric.

Being able to fly freely in the sky is such a refreshing experience.

Harry agreed that he had not had the need to use the motorcycle recently.

Professor McGonagall was very worried about Harry. She escorted Harry back to the common room and comforted him not to worry too much, saying that everything could be solved with the professors there.

It wasn't until Harry confessed to her that he knew he had a soul fragment in his head during his first year.

This made Mag very angry.

Dumbledore knew everything but told her nothing. He was her student!

She turned around and immediately walked towards the principal's office again.

In the common room.

Most of the little wizards were still playing outside. Only some senior students, mainly fifth and seventh grade wizards, stayed behind to read.

Ron didn't go out to play. He was by the fireplace, applying medicine to his eyes and nose.

Hermione sat nearby, chewing on a heavy book.

She was also the first person to notice Harry's return. She looked up with a surprised smile on her face: "Harry, I thought it would take you several days to come back."

"Everything went smoothly." Harry walked over and sat next to her. "No accidents happened. What happened to Ron?"

"I had a fight with Malfoy." Ron said in a low voice, "Today George and I continued to bully Malfoy, and he suddenly resisted, saying that we were bullying the weak with our numbers."

"Although his family did something that almost killed Ginny, I think he is right. It is not a big deal for several people to bully him, so I fought him alone."

Harry looked at his injuries.

There were black and blue eyes, as if he had been punched, and there were several repaired holes in his robe, as if he had been cursed.

"Don't say you didn't beat him." He spoke slowly.

Ron stubbornly said, "How is that possible? I've been taking Mr. Potter's dueling lessons and have written dozens of lines of essays. How can I not beat him?"

"It's just that Malfoy does have some skills, and I thought he was just an unlearned guy."

"But he does look quite uneducated, doesn't he? When his father was still alive, he relied on his father to bully others all day long. Now that his father is gone, he has become a coward and has no friends in Slytherin!"

"I was a little careless and took a few spells and punches from him."

At this point, he laughed excitedly, pulled the wound on his face, and then immediately bared his teeth: "But I sent Malfoy to the school infirmary, and Professor McGonagall deducted 30 points from me for this, plus half a month of detention."

"Slytherin didn't get any points deducted!"

Harry understood his pride. When two people fight, only if one of them has an absolute advantage will the other not be deducted points.

"You don't look like someone who would lose points from Slytherin." Harry took out a few bottles of potions from the Sorting Hat and handed them over.

"Next time, I will be more careful next time." Ron took it, unscrewed the cork and drank it in one gulp. "George and Fred will leave the task of dealing with Malfoy to me from now on. They have to be busy with the business of the Joke Workshop."