Thoughts invaded the little baby's brain.

Dumbledore found nothing. The little head was empty, or rather, this baby-like soul had no brain.

There was only a green light and a miserable cry.

This scene played over and over again.

There is no more useful information.

Dumbledore drew back his own wand and waved Flitwick's gently.

Harry's open face closed and turned like a Rubik's Cube, returning to its previous appearance.

The last trace of magic was cut off.

Snape pushed Dumbledore aside, took out a few bottles of potion and stuffed them into Harry's mouth: "Now, drink it quickly."

Harry poured bottle after bottle into his mouth.

After taking the last bottle of bitter melon-flavored medicine, he burped and asked, "What are these?"

"A potion to stabilize your soul." Snape waved his wand and used the Vanishing Charm to make all the bottles disappear. This was the difference between a potion master and an ordinary pharmacist. There was no need to worry about the cost of glass bottles. "Albus used dark magic on you."

"Don't worry, I'm gentle." Dumbledore returned the wand to Flitwick, "Try to avoid hurting your soul, and with Snape here, nothing will go wrong for you."

Harry nodded his head and put his hands up to support his facial features. He now felt as if his mouth, nose and eyes were about to fall off. His eyes moved over the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore hid his hands behind his back awkwardly.

"What did you find?" Harry asked carefully, holding his mouth.

"Your mouth won't fall off, don't do such disgusting and stupid things." Snape clicked his tongue and turned his head away. He waved his hand and a chair flew over.

Dumbledore also called for a stool and sat down, saying in a sad tone, "It's worse."

"Voldemort's Horcrux is too deeply connected to you. I thought it was symbiotic, but it turned out to be parasitic. It has taken root in your soul."

"But the good news is that it is still a separate individual with an independent soul."

Harry nodded. "So you can actually cast a killing curse on the Horcrux to get rid of it? But you can't save it and peek into its memory..."

"I have seen its memories," Dumbledore interrupted.

Harry didn't show any expression or fluctuation in his look.

Dumbledore went on: "As Voldemort's last Horcrux, there is nothing inside it. There is only the Killing Curse that night. It may be the Killing Curse that it released itself, or it may be the shadow of the Killing Curse that was rebounded by Lily's protective magic."

"Nothing?" Harry was stunned.

Horcruxes aren't that clean.

Both the diary and the resurrection stone show that they are almost complete people.

"That's easy to explain." Dumbledore put his wand back into his robes and pulled out a can of cockroaches. "The Horcrux on your head was an accident. Voldemort didn't intend to create an extra Horcrux in you."

"So he didn't have time to give away a qualified soul. He didn't even know that he had given away a soul."

“This is the only good news.”

"It is too weak. It can give you some of the abilities that Voldemort has, but it cannot affect you."

At this point, Dumbledore looked relieved, while Snape couldn't help but reveal a lingering fear on his face.

No one had ever thought that Harry had a Horcrux in his head.

If this Horcrux had self-awareness, even a very weak one, and had even a trace of thinking ability, what would Harry become now? Even, it would be a big question whether Harry Potter would still be alive.

This is their fault.

All they can say now is that it’s a good thing that didn’t happen.

"So what are the other five Horcruxes and where are they? There is still no conclusion?" Harry summed up the most crucial conclusion from his lengthy speech.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes."

Harry sighed and put forward his idea again: "You said that this Horcrux is still a separate entity, so we can cast a Killing Curse on it and get rid of it directly..."

Snape couldn't sit still and interrupted him: "Mr. Potter, you are already in fifth grade, don't be so naive!"

"Put away this monster smell on you!"

He was about to continue cursing, but the old man with a white beard put the jar on the table beside him, cleared his throat and interrupted his cursing.

"I'm afraid not." Dumbledore shook his head. "A person's soul is too fragile, and the Killing Curse is too evil and powerful. Even just the smell of it will have a huge impact on the soul."

"The Horcrux can only be dealt with if someone who can't hurt you casts the Killing Curse on you."

Harry deadpanned, "You mean Tom Riddle?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Let me guess, what genius idea you have come up with." Harry clapped his hands and said in a dull tone, "You are not going to resurrect Voldemort and let him cast a killing curse on me while my mother's spell is still there."

"Oh, and I have to get my head close enough so that his killing curse can hit my head just right and hit his own Horcrux."

"Because of the effect of my mother's spell, he can't hurt me."

"But the killing curse will take effect again. It won't work on me, but it will work on him."

Harry spread his palms out and simulated the sound of fireworks exploding. "Bang, so Tom Riddle killed Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore nodded. "Why not?"

"You are really the smartest person in the world." Harry sneered.

Snape stood up, drew his wand and pointed it at him: "Albus, don't move, let me examine you, just like you did to Mr. Potter just now, let's see what's in your mind?"

"I bet it's a hundred Galleons." Flitwick also shook his head. "Even Fudge wouldn't think of such an idea."

Sprout said in a concerned tone: "Albus, you are too tired recently, take a good rest for a few days."

"This is a very safe method." Dumbledore explained patiently.

"Where is it safe to resurrect Voldemort?" Harry shook his head.

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Let Harry face the Killing Curse, Albus, why don't you go?"

"If my death could lead to the death of Voldemort, I think I would be happy with it." Dumbledore answered softly but firmly.

McGonagall shook her head: "Albus, maybe you are right, but I think and hope that Harry can be safer, and the wizarding world cannot afford the resurrection of the You-Know-Who again."

Dumbledore was ready to continue his persuasion.

Harry said: "If Voldemort has to be resurrected just to get rid of the Horcrux on my head, I don't think it's necessary."

"Moreover, although there is a high possibility that Voldemort will cast the Killing Curse on me, attempting to kill me, the boy who survived Avada Kedavra."

"But maybe he'll become a little clever and use a Transfiguration spell, or some other spell, or even have a Death Eater stab me to death with a sword."

"I don't want to tie everything up to something so illusory."

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Although the Horcrux can be resurrected, one of the conditions for resurrection is that the Horcrux itself must have that awareness?" Harry continued, "If it can't realize it itself, then won't it always be a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore nodded. "That's right."

"After I get rid of the other Horcruxes, I'll just let this one lie in my head. It won't have any cognition anyway." Harry made a decision. "After I've lived enough for hundreds of years, I'll let Hermione kill the Horcrux with a Killing Curse. Then I won't have to worry about any impact it may have."

"Hundreds of years?" Snape sneered. "Potters are never long-lived people."

"At least there'll always be Potter," Harry shot back.

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Harry, Severus, don't worry. Since you don't want to use that method, I will try other methods."

"Harry is right. It is difficult to revive a Horcrux. It requires a huge amount of vitality..."

At this point he stopped abruptly and looked at Harry.

"Pet?" they both asked in unison.

The other deans reacted belatedly.

Dumbledore frowned, "Perhaps there is a Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, and there is also a Death Eater hiding there, and he is planning to resurrect Voldemort, and in order to avoid attracting attention, he attacks those pets."

"With Voldemort's means, he can indeed hide a space."

He looked at Snape.

The young Death Eater shook his head. "No one has contacted me."

"It seems that the Death Eater doesn't trust me."

"Not necessarily a Death Eater." Dumbledore shook his head. "It's just a guess by Harry and me."

"It looks like we'll have to relive our school days and explore Hogwarts."

Harry emphasized: "I am a student now."

"The Marauder's Map is very detailed. All the secret passages and chambers I know of are on it," Dumbledore said softly. "It is very complete. There is no hidden place. Harry, you..."

"I'll ask Gryffindor." Harry nodded, implying that he didn't know if there was anything missing on the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore raised his hand and picked up the jar with the cockroaches. "Dear professors, we must take this matter more seriously. There may be a Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, ready to be resurrected at any time..."

Harry suddenly reached out, took out his wand, and with a light wave, opened the window.

"Cockroaches are flying!"

With a whoosh, several pitch-black creatures flew in from the window, and at Harry's command, with a puff, they sank into the jar full of cockroaches.

Click, click.

Cockroaches and cockroach candies were mixed together, and after crawling and folding a few times, it was impossible to tell which was the candy and which was the real cockroach.

Dumbledore was startled, staring blankly at the jar in his hand.

He swallowed hard.

He put the jar down with a struggle, and snapped his fingers with determination, and the jar disappeared completely: "Harry, this won't work, this is disgusting."

"You're still disgusting." Snape couldn't help but speak.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Professor, I am just reminding you that perhaps there are real cockroaches in the jar?"