A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 416: Remnant Soul
Late at night, on a slightly desolate mountain.
In the hills stood an old house covered with ivy, surrounded by the glow of spells. Felix turned a blind eye to this. He looked at the dark window on the top floor, and gently opened the door. It was quiet inside.
He passed a dark corridor, at the end of which was an ancient door.
As he got closer, he heard some sounds, which were the sound of a bellows wheezing and wheezing, faintly, like a patient dying. There were other voices inside, fiddling with bottles and cans, followed by the sound of liquid being poured into the bottles.
"Bring the potion here!" said a cold voice.
Felix heard the sound of liquid pouring into his throat, and there was a painful groan from inside. The person who drank the medicine was in great pain, and he stopped after a while.
"You'd better hope that your son intercepts that elf, or you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Felix couldn't hear any response, and he gently Knocking on his forehead, he saw three sources of magic power from the perspective of magic power.
One is slightly normal, but the other two are... surprisingly wicked.
Barty Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard? How is Voldemort's special status different, and why is Dumbledore not optimistic about this trip?
Thinking about in Felix's mind, the sound-transmitting mirror dangled in his pocket. He raised his wand and aimed at one of the directions where the magic power fluctuations were more obvious. Black arcs kept accumulating on the tip of the wand, ready to go in the blink of an eye.
"Who is outside?" said the cold voice.
"Yeah!"
Black lightning suddenly appeared and pierced through the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed the broken wooden door open and entered the room. His body shone with the light of various protective items, and he was wearing a windbreaker of dragon skin mixed with basilisk skin.
In the room, a magic barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix could see everything in the room.
This is a shabby room. It was no surprise that Barty Crouch was standing behind a chair. On the chair was a swaddle. In the swaddle was a baby that looked like a skeleton. There was no hair on his head or face, and his body seemed to grow With scales, the skin is dark and red, like wounded tender meat.
Its arms and legs are slender and soft, and its face is a flat snake face with two long and narrow slits where the eyes belong, from which a permeating red light shines out.
"Mr. Voldemort, I have to say that despite my preparations, I was taken aback when I actually saw you."
Felix said kindly, but his eyes were fixed on the corner of the chair. It was a large snake, at least twelve feet long, and it was crawling up Barty Crouch's legs at the moment. Body, this snake is very smart, hiding most of its body behind Crouch, protruding the snake's head from Crouch's neck, making a hissing sound.
Felix's original target was the snake.
There is more magic power in that big snake than this weak, baby-like Voldemort in front of him! He judged the wrong owner from the perspective of magic power before, no, maybe he was right...
Horcruxes.
A word flashed in Felix's mind.
Voldemort actually used a living creature as a Horcrux, didn't he think that after the creature died, it would dissipate with his soul fragments?
He has a real understanding of Voldemort's madness.
"Take Nagini and go first." Voldemort, who was sitting in the chair, ordered.
At this moment, a black lightning suddenly appeared and went straight to Barty Crouch, to be precise, it was the snake head on the right side of his neck.
"Zizizi!"
After a tooth-piercing electric sound, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and the sparse moonlight poured in.
Felix stared intently at Voldemort, panting heavily, and his chest roared like a bellows again. But this is enough to move people, just a temporary body constructed of potion and magic power, blocked his attack twice in an instant.
He's not making another interception, Barty Crouch has disappeared with the snake. There were people waiting for them outside. I don't know if Voldemort would vomit blood when he found out.
The white flames slowly emerged from behind him, Felix looked at Voldemort, and asked with interest: "You actually cut off the queen yourself, this is not the same as my impression of you...they treat you very much Important?"
"What made you have this ridiculous idea?" Voldemort said slowly, overwhelmed by the previous two spells, his baby-like body leaning against the back of the chair like a puddle of talking puddles. Meat.
He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet or a humble elf cannot give up easily..."
"I see, you don't have enough manpower." Felix nodded slightly, and the reason why Winky survived became clear. The flames behind him continued to expand, and when he stepped out, Fiercefire poured down like a stream of water, starting from his toes, and crazily sprang towards the left and right sides.
The two fire snakes converged behind Voldemort and formed a standard circle, enclosing the chair Voldemort was sitting on. Afterwards, the flames steamed up, and the dark white matchlocks that looked like chains criss-crossed and woven into a large impenetrable net.
In this net, whether it is apparation or a portkey, it is difficult to activate it.
"Using Fiercefire to this extent, you can be number one in my heart." Voldemort said softly, he had no intention of running away at all, and seemed to want to talk to Felix.
Felix looked at him calmly. Having communicated with Dumbledore, he knew that he could never be too careful. But inevitably, a question arose in his mind: why didn't Voldemort stop him? Is it impossible?
"You're wondering why I didn't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry about anything, I can't do anything in my current state, my friend... a few months ago, I Wandering in the Albanian forest, possessing those small animals for a long time, all this bored me, but there was no way, I was worse than the humblest wandering spirit... Only in this way can I find a trace of life. feeling."
"Until Peter Pettigrew finds you."
Felix said that from the perspective of magic power, within sight, there is only one source of magic power, Voldemort. There were no portkeys, no magical traps, just Voldemort's own small but sinister magic distorting his perspective.
He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him, because he had no ability to resist.
"Yeah, until Peter Pettigrew found me..." The hoarse and cold voice said, "A timid and cowardly servant, although I don't want to admit it, but if he is still here, I will be more relaxed than now. Really It's a pity." His tone was like throwing away a usable napkin.
"Peter Pettigrew was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and he was kissed by a dementor," Felix stated.
"I know...he's dead, and he won't live for more than a week," Voldemort said indifferently. "I've done experiments to prolong their lives as much as possible, but the results are often not satisfactory."
"During your days?" Felix said.
"It's just some silly tricks. You need to find something to do for yourself while your servants are all out spreading your glory, some of my servants... Bella likes to torture people, but I'm tired of it, I I am more willing to study black magic and dark art, they are as charming as the starless deep night..."
Voldemort drawled, politely. His voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning, perhaps because of the tone of his voice, Felix actually thought of academic conferences.
At this time, he said slowly: "My friend, open your flame a little, we have enough time."
Felix was unmoved, but instead lowered the flame cage even lower. His control over Fiercefire was extremely high. Except for the scorched black marks on the ground, other items in the room were intact.
"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive my limited patience."
Voldemort let out a snort, "I once regarded you as the second Dumbledore, but you don't have his patience..."
"Voldemort, you have always boasted about your achievements in the dark arts, but you can't beat Dumbledore. Do you know how people evaluate your relationship? He is the only person you fear. I'm curious, Would you acquiesce in the spread of this kind of speech if there is no real lesson learned?"
"Dumbledore..." Voldemort chewed the name in a low voice, his voice became even colder, "That old guy hid himself too well, everyone was deceived by him, he is a brilliant Hypocrites."
He looked at Felix, grinned and said mockingly: "Maybe all of you regard him as an old man who can only talk nonsense?"
"Isn't it? He's over a hundred years old." Felix asked, highlighting the key points in his words. The words of the enemy are also very valuable.
Voldemort made a contemptuous sound, but he did not follow Felix's subject. "I've known you, I've known you in detail... Felix Hemp, I am surprised to find that our origins are very similar," he said softly, "we both had no choice but to live in a Muggle orphan In the courtyard, the same talent is extraordinary, but he has to bear the strange eyes—"
"I'm sorry, but I was happy at the orphanage," Felix interrupted.
"I see, Muggle research expert... how ironic, you are like my opposite." The slit in Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his tone was full of nostalgia, "Actually, I also hoped to be yours back then." Colleague, according to your age, I may still be your professor. It's a pity that Dumbledore rejected me without any kindness." Voldemort said with emotion. "He has always been like this."
"You must have been naughty when you were young, so that he had such a bad impression of you." Felix said teasingly.
Voldemort's squinted eyes opened, and his skeletal face became alive and twisted violently. "Another, another person brainwashed by him, Felix Haip, I suddenly don't want to kill you, I want to see what he will do to you when you conflict with him. As far as I know, You are not an easy talker..."
Felix looked at him with burning eyes, "Could this be the characteristic of becoming the Dark Lord? Beyond the arrogance and imagination of ordinary people?"
"Confidence and strategy," Voldemort corrected.
"Okay," Felix said softly, "Then, I need you to go back with me. You'd better tell Dumbledore this to your face. You must have a lot of private things to say."
"There will be a day, but not today, when I will make a moving speech before his corpse," said Voldemort.
Felix opened his hands, and then closed them violently. The dark white Fierce Flame gathered towards the center, condensed into a dark white long sword, and fell down violently.
At the same time, he took a few steps back, squinting his eyes to see what Voldemort could do, but to his surprise, the dark white Fiercefire sword pierced through Voldemort's chest, and the flames splashed everywhere, staining Voldemort's swaddle, Crawled all over his body, burning violently "crackling".
Amid the raging flames, Voldemort let out a piercing scream, his slit-like red eyes widened to the limit, and the blood-red gaze fixed on him.
"Besides Dumbledore, you are the second person who gave me the feeling of death, I remember you, Felix Hemp!"
He yelled mournfully, and his whole body turned into a fuel for Fiercefire. Felix stared at him, and an ethereal shadow rose from above the flames. He looked like he was made of smoke, without substance.
If he is in the fire, he takes the fire as his body, and in the water, he takes the water as his shadow.
"You can't kill me, but I will return anytime—" Phantom twisted and howled in pain.
Whoosh!
A dazzling green light pierced through the phantom, as if hitting the air, and the death curse had no effect. Afterwards, a silver light flashed in Felix's eyes, and the Thinking Cabin and Legilimency were used in turn, but the effect was still close to nothing.
Trouble.
With this thought in Felix's mind, his magic is useless against Voldemort's phantom, and he remembered that sentence again:
Better than the humblest wandering spirit...
But his hand was still steady. This was the first time he met Voldemort, and both of them were slightly surprised. Voldemort protected his Horcrux first, but Felix deliberately pretended not to know. He didn't know if Dumbledore succeeded. If he failed, he could set up a lore trap the next time they met.
At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay, using himself as bait. But his current state is completely powerless against Felix, and he has long been prepared to lose this body, which is nothing to him. Instead, he can take the opportunity to chat with Felix. Bullido's relationship with him is even better.
Felix took advantage of this rare time to skillfully cast spells - twisting suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white light, golden flame... One after another powerful magic was vented in the Crouch mansion, the light of magic Blast off countless bright rays of light.
He was testing the weakness of Voldemort's remnant soul, but Voldemort turned a blind eye to these magics, went straight through the silver shield, floated above the ceiling with a big hole in it, and said mockingly:
"There are so many tricks, but one is enough for killing people!"
He left a hazy and vicious look in his eyes, rushed towards the gray sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After a moment of silence, Felix let out a breath.
"Wait until I finish the book of runes and research a set of runes for you, let's see how you run." He said with a bit of dissatisfaction, but he has already realized that it is difficult for him to deal with this state Voldemort.
Voldemort is so far from being a real living being at this moment that normal means cannot be effective at all, and there is no magic for this state in history.
Maybe this is why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's remnant soul was wandering in the Albanian forest, but he never took any action.
"Magic power...memory...emotion...the projection of existence, this is his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on the positioning of the Horcrux to leave a trace of shadow, if you destroy everything before he is reborn Can the Horcrux make him lose his support in reality?"
Felix thought about it, when he saw the despicable Hai Erbo horcrux decay, he thought of a similar problem.
Don't look at Voldemort ignoring his many magics, but this is determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of them can do anything to the other. Judging from Voldemort's haste to escape, he must have an unknown weakness.
He was thinking quietly, until a silver shadow suddenly appeared, descending on the ruins.
Felix raised his arm, and the silver phoenix patron fell on his slender fingers. Dumbledore's gentle voice came: "He escaped and went underground...but I stopped Batty and That snake."
After the phoenix finished speaking, it turned into a silver mist and disappeared.
"It's really you." Felix stared at a photo frame on the table and said, in the photo frame, Barty Crouch embraced his wife, and on the other side was a handsome young man.
He already knew who the spy in the castle was.
Felix turned around and walked out of the house. Behind him was a fierce flame that roared and swallowed up the house. He also threw the photo frame into the sea of flames. Standing in the cold wind in the middle of the night, he stared at the raging flames.
"How can no one advertise your name, Voldemort?" he said playfully.
Felix raised his wand aloft, and chanted the spell he got from Lucius Malfoy, "The bones reappear!" A green light flew out and leaped into the sky.
It was a gigantic skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python protruded from the skull's mouth like a tongue. The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.
In the distance, Dumbledore's figure loomed ~IndoMTL.com~ He shook his head, disapproving of Felix's approach, but he didn't stop it either. It's time for the Ministry of Magic to be more vigilant.
He turned and left, there are too many things to deal with tonight, at least, there is still a spy in the castle, I don't know if he can catch it in time. Batty's injuries were also serious. The only pity was that the snake died so quickly that it turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information in the sound transmission mirror at all.
Felix waved his hand, and the Fiendfire was extinguished, leaving ruins all over the place.
He strode away and disappeared abruptly under the cover of the mountains and forests, leaving only a deep voice floating in the black night sky.
"See you next time, Voldemort, I hope you have recovered..."
…
A few minutes ago——
Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor bedroom, Harry suddenly woke up from the bed with a splitting headache.
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