He originally thought it was just a soul fragment.

From a magical or symbolic perspective, it is the "bridge" that connects itself to Voldemort, while the soul itself is unconscious.

Now it seems that this is most likely not the case.

Although he often echoed Snape, scolded the old man and doubted his brain, he would never doubt his attainments in magic.

Even Harry often felt that he still underestimated his abilities.

His expression changed so much.

The situation may be worse than expected.

Return to the lounge.

Some food appeared out of nowhere on the long table, including Ron's favorite lamb chops and chicken legs, several large cups of steaming hot chocolate, and a bottle of whiskey.

But no one was in the mood to eat.

"Harry, Ginny..." Ron frowned and grabbed his wand. He didn't know why he held it, but he instinctively felt that this would make him feel more at ease.

Harry shook his head: "She's fine."

"It's the Oblivion Curse." Percy's face was grim. "Maybe there's also the Imperius Curse."

"I don't know how much memory that person has deleted. A powerful forgetfulness spell will have strong side effects."

He waved his wand, examining Ginny closely.

"Harry, do you have any tranquilizer potion?"

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat, pulled out a bottle of potion and put it on the table.

"Thank you." Percy took it and let Ginny drink it.

"Percy, don't worry. At least Ginny didn't become like that." Fred made a face, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"If she gets like that, Mom will hang us up," Percy responded impatiently, "and Dad will too, just think about the gnomes at home."

The Weasley brothers sighed.

"St. Mungo's will heal Ginny," George consoled.

Percy glared.

Fred paused. "Perhaps after a checkup at St. Mungo's, the girl may be healthy. It's just that the Weasley family is too poor and she is a little malnourished."

"But the seven years at Hogwarts will make her plump and white."

Ginny's face twisted, she was very sad and frightened, but Fred's words made the corners of her mouth rise, and she couldn't help wanting to laugh.

Percy rolled his eyes at them unhappily: "You are still somewhat useful."

He picked up a cup of hot chocolate and stuffed it into Ginny's hand: "Drink some of this."

"I remember that kid from the Malfoy family seemed to have stayed in school as well?" George suddenly asked.

Ron's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Yes, I saw him at lunch!"

"Then let's..." Fred stretched out his tone.

Percy shook his head, "You can't enter the Slytherin common room."

"A month ago the password was Fang, and before that it was Opal. I don't know what it should be now, but you can try it." Harry spoke up and made a suggestion.

"Professor Snape will find out!" Percy slapped the table lightly.

Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak.

Percy's voice began to hesitate: "But Malfoy is not the only Slytherin. If we use a spell..."

Slytherin had some senior students staying, and he didn't think his three younger brothers could beat them.

Harry took out a bottle of rotten grey potion: "Diarrhea potion."

Fred opened his arms and hugged him warmly: "Harry, you are awesome!"

Harry raised his foot to stop him from moving forward: "I'm not used to hugging men."

"Ginny?" George turned around and tentatively called his sister's name.

Percy raised his wand and pointed it at them, his eyes growing increasingly dangerous.

George grunted and turned his head away.

"But I don't recommend you go now." Harry put the things away and just showed them. "I don't know who got Voldemort's thing..."

Everyone in the room began to shiver.

"Harry, actually..." Percy said politely, "You can call the You-Know-Who-You-Know-Who differently. Not everyone is like you."

"Well, Tom is very dangerous. I don't know if he will continue to attack. I just want to vent my anger and not take such a big risk. At least there is no rush now." Harry said as he put the Sorting Hat back on his waist under the eager gaze of the three people.

"Tom?" the Weasley brothers whispered. "Tom Riddle?"

Harry glanced sideways: "Do you know this name?"

"It left a deep impression on us in our first year." Fred nodded. "We were not mature enough at that time, and Filch could easily catch us when we played pranks."

"Professor McGonagall will send us to the trophy room to take care of the trophies that Filch doesn't want to take care of." George agreed with a sly smile, "Maybe he hasn't noticed yet that we replaced a Slytherin house cup with a chocolate one."

Percy's eyes widened, "You guys are awesome... I mean, it would be terrible if the professor found out."

"That guy named Tom Riddle is just as good as Harry. He even has his own trophy - for his outstanding contribution to the school." Fred continued, "He is the You-Know-Who?"

Harry nodded.

"I thought he would have a more special name." George frowned, his voice trembling, but his nature prompted him to utter the words bit by bit with difficulty, "Like Balor, Mordred, etc."

After saying this, he raised his head, looking proud.

Talking bad about Voldemort behind his back was quite an accomplishment.

"But you still don't dare to say his name directly." Harry hit the nail on the head.

George immediately dropped his head in frustration.

Ginny couldn't help but burst out laughing.

George was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Oh, my dear sister, are you so happy to see your brother embarrassed?"

"You bully her a lot at home, she deserves to be happy." Fred said seriously.

George was surprised: "Percy? Were you infected by Percy?"

"Fred, how dare you say that about me?"

"I'm George," Fred continued seriously.

They played around and finally chose to turn Ron's essay into paper swords, engaging in a fierce duel to the death. A smile gradually spread across Ginny's face.

Until late at night.

Professor McGonagall came to pick them up and took them to the Headmaster's office.

"Ginny." As soon as he entered the door, a figure suddenly rushed over. Harry was so nervous that he almost drew out his sword.

It was Mrs. Weasley, she hugged her little daughter tightly, tears welling up in her eyes: "You scared your mother."

"I'm fine." Ginny struggled, glancing at Harry from time to time, "Mom, don't do this."

Seeing how energetic she was, Arthur's tone gradually relaxed: "I was really scared when Dumbledore told me that. Come with us and go to St. Mungo's."

Ginny complied obediently.

"Dad, I'm going too." Percy stepped forward.

Arthur shook his head: "No, you have to stay. Dumbledore is here. As long as you stay in the common room and don't run around, you will be safe."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Harry a few times.

Percy also looked back, his eyes lingering on Harry for a few seconds: "I will protect my brothers."

Although Harry might not need to protect himself.

They walked into the fireplace, read out the address, were consumed by the flames, and disappeared.

"Bad news, the book wasn't found?" Harry looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, saying what he might have said.