Chapter 135 Miss Malfoy wants me to confess (12,000 words)
But then again, the Imperius Curse cast by the second-year wizard was not very strong, so it was normal for it to cause a breakthrough when it touched Ron's untouchable bottom line.
Harry watched them practice with each other with great pleasure, and had no intention of letting them stop.
In fact, a hundred years ago, many of his classmates suffered from the Imperius Curse.
In fact, there is another way to avoid the soul-stealing curse, which is Occlumency.
However, Harry didn't learn it. After all, he only had a few days of classes in sixth grade and didn't have time to learn this magic.
In addition, Occlumency is not easy to learn, and it is not something that second-year students can easily master.
So after thinking about it, Harry decided that it would be better for them to become resistant to this spell - firstly, to be proficient in this spell, and secondly, to become resistant to soul out-of-body experiences.
It is also the stupidest method. Of course, it is also the simplest method and the most suitable method for the physique of second grade babies.
When Sebastian secretly dragged them to practice the Imperius Curse together in fifth grade, his reason was to make his friends resistant to the Imperius Curse.
In the eyes of people a hundred years ago, the Imperius Curse was not actually evil.
The Imperius Curse is not essentially a magic that affects people's minds, which is why Harry asked them to practice the spell.
Just now, Hermione used the Imperius Curse to control Ron to dance mechanically. To be honest, Harry had also done this before.
When he secretly practiced this spell in the crypt, he originally planned to go with Gareth - but what he didn't expect was that Cassandra pulled him to train with him very forcefully.
"You should train with me, Po Te." Cassandra's arrogant eyes glanced at Harry condescendingly, "Oh? Are you unwilling and unable to accept the fact that you will be manipulated by me at will?" < br>
After saying that, Cassandra glanced at Gareth with a threatening look.
"No, Harry is my good brother! I will never sit back and watch you destroy him..."
Before Gareth could finish his words, he felt ten heavy gold galleons in his hand.
He was very sensible, holding the gold Galleons in his hand, and turned away happily without even saying hello to Harry, leaving the crypt to the two of them.
That is, how could Miss Malfoy, such a good person, destroy Harry?
But then again, to be on the safe side, you still have to find someone to help, preferably someone who can restrain Malfoy - well, why not go find the newly arrived Grindelwald and let her rescue him? Harry.
With this thought, Gareth left the crypt happily.
Harry raised his head, looked at Cassandra, and retorted: "In comparison, I'm more afraid that you won't be able to play -"
"Hey." Kassandra's eyes raised slightly, "Then let's do it like this, Po Te, if you can successfully use the Soul Imperius Curse on me, I will promise you something, how about it?"
Harry was wary. He didn't know what medicine Cassandra was selling in her gourd.
"How was it?"
Cassandra half-closed her eyes and smiled contemptuously when she saw Harry's delay in answering.
"Oh, well, it turns out you don't have the guts, Po Te..."
"Who said no?" Harry drew out his staff: "Come on, Miss Malfoy——"
Cassandra didn't give Harry time to react, and cast a spell.
"Imperio!"
Harry felt a feeling of happiness well up in his heart, and his whole body felt warm.
Seeing Harry's appearance, Cassandra sat on the chair leisurely, crossing her legs high.
Since it was summer and the weather was relatively hot, she was wearing a light gray pleated skirt today and gray knee-high cotton socks on her legs.
Harry walked over to Cassandra, knelt on the ground, and began to squeeze her legs.
It should be said that Cassandra's legs are very beautiful and the shape of her legs is also very beautiful. The over-the-knee socks are tightened on her legs, which outlines a very youthful curve.
"Too light, Pott." He heard Cassandra say, "Haven't you eaten yet, my little servant?"
Harry felt as if he was sick. If he had followed the past, he would have jumped up and left Cassandra far away - but why was he so content at this time, thinking that being able to beat Miss Malfoy's legs was the best thing in the world? The happiest thing in the world...
But...
Her legs are so squishy, he thought.
While looking at Harry condescendingly, Cassandra felt a burst of joy in her heart.
Hum...
Let you stare at the new Grindelwald?
You damn bastard! Am I not enough for you?
I'm going to punish you!
However, when she saw Harry's green eyes, her heart suddenly softened for some reason.
Alas...
"My neck is sore, Pott." Cassandra said again, "Come here and give me a squeeze."
"Okay."
Harry said happily, standing up again and walking around behind Cassandra to squeeze her shoulders.
"Hmph."
Cassandra chuckled, enjoying Harry's shoulder squeeze.
Perhaps she felt that the shirt was too restrictive, so she stretched out her little hand and unbuttoned one of the buttons on it.
Harry really didn't mean it. He looked down Cassandra's slender and white neck, and could even see the delicate collarbone outside the shirt - he couldn't help but swallow.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, this impact is still a bit big.
It's so pretty, he thought, and he would be willing to keep squeezing Miss Malfoy's shoulders.
"So, let's do it."
Harry was squeezing his shoulders when he suddenly heard Cassandra's voice and responded in confusion: "Yes, Miss Malfoy."
"So, you stay here to practice with me, is it because..."
Cassandra paused for a moment as she said this.
"?" Harry didn't know what she meant.
"Are you... coveting something that doesn't belong to you?" She seemed to ask casually.
"What?" Harry still didn't understand.
But suddenly there was a hint in his heart.
I love Cassandra, I love Cassandra, I love Cassandra!
I want to get out! I want to confess to her...
This thought was so strong that Harry suddenly felt something was wrong.
No, how dare I have such an idea? !
He suddenly woke up and jumped out like an arrow.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Harry quickly denied: "Even if I, Harry Potter, die! Jump from the tower of the Dark Magic Defense Tower! I will never like you..."
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Cassandra's expression seemed to be filled with regret for a moment, and then turned cold again.
"You're being sentimental." She curled her lips, "Okay - you have pretty good willpower, I admit, it's your turn next."
Harry suddenly felt a little lost.
In fact... it's not that he doesn't like Cassandra, it's just that he always feels that the gap between the two is too big.
Just kidding, he has a good look, and Cassandra's appearance... is among the best in the whole of England.
Even after watching many female celebrities on television in later generations, he thought they were not as good as Cassandra.
In his eyes, Cassandra was as dazzling as the sun, so how could she favor him, a small, stunted weed?
"Pote, how long are you going to be in a daze?" Cassandra tilted her head, "You silly little troll?"
"You are the troll!" Harry retorted, raising his wand and pointing it at Cassandra: "Imperio!"
He waved his wand and directed Cassandra to stand.
While they were practicing in the crypt, Gareth ran into the auditorium panting.
He searched around and found Velatia, who was sitting on the Slytherin seat and reading a book seriously.
"Grindelwald, Grindelwald!" Gareth ran over panting and stopped behind Vivi.
"What's the matter with you? Classmate Weasley?" Vivi raised her head and looked at Gareth.
"Well, I want to ask you to do me a favor." Gareth said, holding his knees.
"What's the favor?" Vivi didn't rush to agree, but planned to take a look at what Gareth was talking about first.
She knew that Gareth was Harry's roommate and best friend, and if this was related to Harry, she wouldn't mind helping him.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the auditorium now, so Gareth looked around and said in a low voice: "Harry and Malfoy seem to be practicing the Imperius Curse - God, I'm worried that Malfoy will hurt Harry, you have to help Help..."
"What?" Weiwei was shocked and asked quickly: "Where are they?!"
The urgency in the voice made Gareth feel envious and jealous—for Harry.
Hey, it’s so irritating to see people compare to each other. Why is this good buddy so good with women?
He felt like he had eaten a lemon - he had been in love with a certain Ravenclaw senior for three years, but she ignored him at all.
What about Harry?
He is quiet and never takes the initiative to flirt with girls. Malfoy is also interested in him, and the new transfer student also likes him...
Oh, Gareth already knew that Malfoy liked Harry - he had noticed it during Christmas in the first year.
It wasn't until his third year when Harry went to Vienna with the Malfoy family that Gareth confirmed the fact.
It seems that not only Miss Malfoy likes him, but even Mr. Septimus Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family, has no objection.
When Vivi asked, she was still mumbling in her mind as to why Gareth would let Malfoy practice the Imperius Curse with Harry.
But she soon noticed the Galleons held in Gareth's hand.
Ha...
Hey Weasley, I think Malfoy bribed you with Galleons, right?
Thinking of this, Weiwei glanced at the gold galleons, which should be about ten yuan.
Hehe, you Malfoy pays ten galleons, and I, Velatia, give twice as much!
She took out twenty gold galleons from her pocket, thought about it, and added another thirty.
No, twice as much is not enough to bribe him. As Harry's best friend, he should spend a lot of money! Only in this way can...
Even though Weiwei is usually very frugal, she never spends money where she shouldn't.
"I need to know Harry's address. It's urgent." Vivi handed the gold galleons to Gareth.
Gareth's eyes widened. He really didn't expect there to be a master.
I thought Cassandra Malfoy was rich enough, but I never expected... this new transfer student to be even richer? !
"It is a pleasure to serve you, the distinguished Miss Grindelwald." Gareth's eyes turned into the shape of gold galleons: "Here - Malfoy and Harry are in the crypt, you know the location, that is The cupboard that Harry took you to before..."
Vivi remembered that Harry was scolded by Malfoy because of this incident.
"I'm going right away!" Weiwei didn't care about her ladylike manners, stuffed the book into her pocket, and left the auditorium in a hurry.
In the crypt, Harry, who had used the Imperius Curse on Cassandra, walked to the edge of the chair, followed Cassandra's example and sat down, crossing his legs high.
"Pinch my legs!" he ordered.
The arrogance on Cassandra's face disappeared, replaced by a gentleness that Harry had never imagined.
No, not only have I never thought about it, I even dare not think about it.
"Okay, Master." Cassandra knelt beside him obediently like a maid, reaching out to pinch his legs.
This sentence "Master" made Harry's hair stand on end, his muscles tensed, and he leaned back firmly on the chair, carefully studying Cassandra's expression.
If anything was wrong, he planned to stand up immediately and ask Miss Malfoy for forgiveness.
After all, he had always been Cassandra's little lackey - to put it nicely, but in reality he felt like he should be a footman.
Suddenly, the eldest lady who was following him pinched his leg, and he felt a little frightened.
But then he remembered that this was practicing the Imperius Curse, and everyone had promised not to be angry beforehand.
So...he began to feel secretly happy again.
This is life, Harry couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.
He can let Miss Malfoy pinch his legs, hey...
Don't tell me, this feeling is really good.
Harry proudly ordered Cassandra to pinch his legs and shoulders, and finally directed Cassandra to perform a mechanical dance.
This was the most popular dance of the era he traveled to, and it was considered top-notch.
Having had enough fun, Harry lifted the Imperius Curse from Cassandra.
It was okay if it was not untied. Once it was untied, Cassandra returned to her original domineering appearance.
She walked up to Harry, reached out and grabbed Harry's tie, and knelt on Harry's leg with one knee, a very dangerous light flashing in her eyes.
Harry looked at Cassandra in horror, waved his hands quickly and said: "We agreed not to be angry-"
Who would have thought that when Cassandra's face came closer, Harry could even feel the warm and fragrant breath hitting his face.
"Do you need me to squeeze your legs? My little master?" Her tone and look were very dangerous.
She also emphasized the emphasis on the word "master".
Just when Harry didn't know how to answer, the door to the crypt opened.
The first thing Weiwei saw was this posture...
Harry was sitting on a stool, and Cassandra was holding his tie, and her face was close to Harry's, as if she was about to kiss...
"You...what are you doing?!" she asked in disbelief.
At the same time, a feeling of joy arose in my heart.
Fortunately, it was too late, otherwise...
"What are you doing?" Cassandra half-squinted her eyes when she saw Weiwei's figure.
Ha...
Stealing cats.
"As you can see," she said.
After saying that, Cassandra moved her legs away from Harry and released her grip on his tie.
"Well, I've already used up the pottery." Cassandra walked briskly and leisurely towards the door, "But Grindelwald... If you want to save the hero with beauty, I think you should come more often next time. Earlier, if I were a dark wizard, I'm afraid Po Te would have..."
Having said this, she stretched out her hand, held her slender fingers together, and opened them like flowers.
"Poof~"
After saying that, Cassandra opened the door, leaving only a string of laughter like silver bells.
"Harry," Vivi stepped forward and asked with concern: "She-she didn't do anything to you, did she?"
"It's okay, Miss Grindelwald." Harry replied, "Just practicing some harmless little curses."
After that, he stood up from the chair.
"Okay." Weiwei said softly, "But - we are friends. You promised me last time that you would call me Weiwei."
"Okay, sorry, Vivi." Harry smiled apologetically at her.
"Let's go out and rest for a while. We are going to the Forbidden Forest together in the evening. Do you remember?" she said, "We promised Czech Doyle to let him rest in peace..."
After Vivi's reminder, Harry remembered that he had to help Czech Doyle find the pages on his body.
This time they went to help Czech Doyle, just the two of them - they originally wanted to invite Cassandra to go with them, but Cassandra rejected the invitation to go with Harry in disgust.
Harry had no choice but to set off with Vivi.
Of course, by helping the ghosts rest in peace this time, Harry and Vivi also found the map secret room beneath Hogwarts—the place Cassandra called the Love Shack in her letter.
"Harry, Harry?"
Ron reached out and shook Harry, "Why are you in a daze again, buddy?"
"Oh, I remembered some past events." Harry smiled at Ron, "How are you practicing?"
"Seamus and Neville have finished practicing and are waiting for you to continue teaching." Cedric said from the side.
Harry stood up, looked at Seamus who was looking forward to it, cleared his throat and said, "Yes, everyone is studying well - what makes me especially gratified is that Ron can even break through the Imperius Curse with his own willpower." Even if the soul-stealing curse comes from a second-grade witch.”
Ron showed a proud smile, but Hermione gave a cut.
"So, teacher, when will you teach us the remaining two spells?" Seamo said without hesitation, watching the fun.
Harry glanced at Seamus. He was indeed born to explode the Holy Body. This idea was a punishment.
"I don't intend to teach you the next two spells - at least not now."
"Why?" Seamus asked in confusion, "Because they are evil? But we have already learned one Unforgivable Curse, so we don't care about learning two more."
"I need to remind you that the remaining two spells are completely black magic." Harry sighed and said to Seamus: "It's still too early for you now -" < br>
"After studying in the Charms class, you should know that many spells require emotions to assist in casting." Harry said this not only to Seamus, but also to everyone present: "But what I need to tell you is , the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse, the conditions for casting them are completely pure malice - if you don't desperately want to torture a person, or want to kill a person, the spell will not take effect, and may even just make people A little nosebleed.”
"Then why, Harry?" Cedric asked puzzledly, "If you want to torture a person or kill a person, you can also tear them apart and break them into pieces. Why are these two spells not the Unforgivable Curse?"< br>
"Because these two spells have counter-curses." Harry said to Cedric: "In addition, the purpose of releasing these two spells is not to torture people or kill people."
"This is why it is not recommended to learn these two spells for the time being. For example, the Death Curse requires extremely strong killing intent to be effective." Harry looked around and continued: " The evil thing about the Death Curse is not how evil the person who uses it is, but the absolute intention to kill at the moment when the spell is used.”
"Think about it, a life that has accumulated the efforts of countless people, full of the expectations of parents, the care of family members, the training of professors, and the trust of classmates. Such a vivid life is only because of your one thought. , taken away by a spell..." Harry's voice was very soft, "At this moment, you are unavoidable. Not only do you have no way to defend yourself legally, but you also cannot convince your heart that you just killed someone and faced this with blood. Irreversible results.”
"And the consequences... most of the consequences are that from then on, he becomes a dark wizard who is extremely indifferent to other people's lives, just like Voldemort." Harry concluded. Everyone shuddered when they heard the name Voldemort.
No one wants to become Voldemort, especially children like them who are born to be cared for by their families.
"Then I'll stop learning." Ron shuddered, "I don't want to become such a terrifying existence, then living will be really meaningless."
"Who says it's not the case?" Simo also waved his hands repeatedly: "I won't learn anymore, I won't learn anymore..."
Just kidding, after Harry's analysis, no one felt that they could face the inner torture.
So...it’s okay not to learn this curse.
Harry shook his head and smiled, and said to them: "In a few days, we can conduct some practical exercises in the Forbidden Forest. Then I will test your learning results - how do you think?"
"Okay!" The sluggish atmosphere returned to enthusiasm: "What is the actual combat drill like? Can you tell us about it?"
"Of course we will conduct actual combat in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said to them: "You are not restricted from using any magic spells. As long as you can come out of the Forbidden Forest safely, I will arrange some questions for you that are suitable for your learning progress - don't worry , there will be no danger.”
"Then I'll be relieved." Neville breathed a sigh of relief.
But Cedric always felt that it was not that simple. He looked at Harry suspiciously and then at the others.
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In the end, I chose to believe Harry, forget it...
After returning to the dormitory, Harry lay on the bed still thinking about the basilisk.
It's been a week without any new victims. What's going on?
He always felt that things were strange, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt, so he pulled on his shoes and tiptoed out of the dormitory. He planned to go to the secret map room to take a look, ask the professors and Weiwei, and reconnect the external brain.
Passing behind the Fat Lady's portrait with ease, he looked up and saw Professor Snape blocking the door.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and Harry held his breath. Just when he thought Professor Snape had seen through his Disillusionment Curse and was going to kick him out, he found Professor Snape turning around neatly. , left the scene of the accident.
What's going on? This old... old professor?
Since Professor Snape easily let him go, Harry also chose to let the old professor go without murmuring the words "Old Bat".
He followed the route all the way underground and entered the secret room on the map.
"Harry." Vivi was very happy to see Harry, with a happy smile on her face.
"Vivian." Harry walked down the steps and came to Vivi's portrait.
Professor Rookwood cleared his throat and asked in a drawled voice: "Okay, Potter, we'd better leave the map chamber to you two young people..."
Before he finished speaking, Harry said quickly: "No, no, Professor Rookwood, I have a question for you this time."
Professor Rookwood raised his eyebrows when he heard Harry's words.
"Do you have any questions for us?" Professor Rookwood seemed to be amused, but he still coughed and asked: "Okay, I didn't expect you also have questions - tell me, we professors, and your little girlfriend , try to solve the problem for you ”
Harry blushed when he heard the words 'little girlfriend'.
Even though he was often teased like this by Professor Lukewood, he was still a little uncomfortable with it.
He secretly raised his head to look at Weiwei, only to find that the other person also turned his face away.
"Speak quickly," said Professor Rackham.
"Then I'll tell you." Harry organized his language and said, "That is, since Professor Dumbledore announced the new school rules last week, announcing that Hogwarts has entered a state of martial law, and everyone must travel in dormitories. , the attack never happened again - and I never heard the basilisk swimming or its Parselmouth."
"So I felt very strange. I always felt like I had thought of something, but I couldn't grasp the point." Harry raised his head and said again: "Then I thought of you and planned to come over and ask smarter people for advice."< br>
When it comes to emotional intelligence, Harry is still good at it.
After hearing Harry's words, the portraits fell into deep thought.
Obviously, obviously abnormal.
"You mean, you've never heard those Parseltongues again, right?" Weiwei asked with a frown.
"Yes." Harry nodded and said, "I come out every night lately and squat at the spot where I first heard the Parseltongue, but the sound never appeared, it seemed like it had disappeared."
"Could it be that the martial law announced by Dumbledore scared him?" Professor Lackham asked: "After all, the attacker just dared to hide in the dark."
"No." Professor Rookwood shook his head and said: "Since he dares to carry out attacks under Dumbledore's nose, it means that he does not care about Dumbledore - at least he will not be very afraid."
"Why is that?" Principal Fitzgerald asked: "If he is not afraid of Dumbledore, the martial law declared at Hogwarts cannot stop him from attacking."
"Could it be..." Weiwei suddenly said: "The attacker is hiding among the students of Hogwarts? This makes sense. This person can only go to class with his roommates in the dormitory. Or go back to the dormitory - without any chance to act alone?"
"That shouldn't be the case." Harry scratched his head and said, "You can go out alone like a Hufflepuff classmate. Cedric came out with us to practice dueling tonight."
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"Oh, my God." Vivi rolled her eyes: "You really don't think that the descendants of the Gaunt family will be in Hufflepuff, do you? I think you should focus on Slytherin, okay? In addition to Slytherin, the Gaunt family, Not going anywhere!”
"Okay, I understand." Harry nodded repeatedly. In fact, he also felt that the idea just now was a bit ridiculous.
Hufflepuff's Gaunt... His scalp feels numb just thinking about it. If the ancestor of the Gaunt family doesn't use the Avada for fifty minutes straight, he will be lucky.
Slytherin has to cry to death in the secret room, what an unfortunate family!
You know, Salazar Slytherin's school philosophy is completely contrary to Helga Hufflepuff's philosophy. One advocates only pure blood, while the other advocates education without distinction...
There's really no way to imagine a descendant of Slytherin coming to Hufflepuff, okay?
After getting the analysis results, Harry left the map secret room.
He knew exactly what Gryffindor's door looked like - it was completely undefended.
Although they were still in small groups, it seemed that neither Professor McGonagall nor Prefect Percy believed that any Gryffindor could control the Basilisk.
I mean, who's a good Gryffindor and knows how to speak Parseltongue?
As for Hufflepuff, you can also get a glimpse of it from Cedric who sneaked out.
If the attacker were from these two colleges, he would have found the opportunity to release the basilisk and continue the next attack.
So...who could this person be?
Harry felt that there was a strong possibility that it was someone from Slytherin who did it.
After all...
He looked at the entrance to the Slytherin basement. Miss Farley stood at the door. Not far away was Professor Snape's desk - the old professor seemed to have set up his office in front of the Slytherin lounge to prevent Someone slipped out.
On his desk, there was something like a compass, which was still pointing in his direction and making a hissing alarm sound.
Harry quickly ran away, knowing that the thing was a magical item against the Disillusionment Curse.
Walking all the way to the headmaster's office, this time Harry stood in front of the gargoyle and reached out to touch his head.
He still didn't know what the password was.
"The password." The Gargoyle asked.
Harry said nothing.
"The guard will not bow to anyone." said the gargoyle. "The password."
Harry wiped his fingers, and a black fire lit up.
"The password is the Licorice Wand," said the Gargoyle, "but the guard will bow to no one."
"I know you won't bow to anyone." Harry said: "Licorice wand."
The gargoyle jumped aside.
The principal's office was still the same as before. Harry climbed up the stairs. The first thing he saw this time was still the Sorting Hat on the cabinet.
Dumbledore was sitting behind the table, looking extremely relaxed.
"Professor." Harry stepped forward and greeted Dumbledore.
As a result, he heard the sound of his hat hitting the table, which obviously sounded a little unhappy.
"Hey, Harry, you forgot to say hello to the old hat!" the old hat said very unhappy.
"Good evening, old hat." Harry turned around and waved.
Only then did the old hat rest contentedly.
Harry sat opposite Dumbledore and raised his head to look at the old headmaster.
Before he could speak, a glass of lemonade appeared in front of him.
He didn't rush to speak, but reached for the glass of lemonade and took a sip.
Yes, as was his custom, very little sugar was added.
Harry looked up again.
"Professor Dumbledore, do you have any clues? I mean - about Voldemort."
He asked more or less knowingly.
"Yes." Dumbledore said concisely: "Our guess is indeed correct. Voldemort's mother is a member of the Gaunt family——"
As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore was still squirming a little tiredly.
He has been very busy these days, searching for traces of Tom and his mother.
"Really?" Harry didn't expect that he really guessed it right. His eyes flashed with a light called gossip: "Can you tell me more about Tom's mother? I really want to know. ”
He really wanted to know what was going on.
"Tom's mother was born in the Gaunt family." Professor Dumbledore rubbed his eyelids and told Harry the information he had learned: "Her name is Merope Gaunt, the daughter of Marvolo Gaunt. Daughter, the source of Tom’s middle name.”
"Merope was born with weak magic power and was looked down upon by her family members. She did not receive any love at home, and she was even deeply hurt by her family members."
At this point, Dumbledore paused.
All this was not surprising to Harry. He was born with weak magic power and would be looked down upon by other wizarding families, let alone the Gaunt family.
Harry felt that Dumbledore even hid part of it. According to the usual style of the inherently evil Gaunt family, this Merope Gaunt had definitely suffered from the Cruciatus Curse at home.
No, the Cruciatus Curse was supposed to be an appetizer for the Gaunt family.
In addition to the Cruciatus Curse, there should be more cold violence. This is the truly unbearable domestic violence.
"The rich and handsome Muggle young man Tom Riddle often rode past Gaunt Mansion. Merop, who lacked recognition, was deeply attracted to him." Professor Dumbledore said, "But she She knows that her father and brother will firmly oppose her association with Muggles, and Tom, who has an arrogant and domineering personality, will definitely laugh at and dislike her."
"A girl's thoughts cannot be hidden. After discovering Merope's feelings for Riddle, her brother Morfin Gaunt and her father Marvolo felt deeply humiliated. As descendants of Slytherin, Falling in love with a Muggle is something they cannot accept, so they would rather break the law than attack Riddle to vent their anger."
"So, of course, they were arrested by the Ministry of Magic. During this period, in order to get this relationship, Merop selfishly used a love potion to make Riddle forget his original fiancée and become obsessed with her. She is married ”
"However, Merope thought that she had a child as a bargaining chip, and she bet that Tom would choose to stay with her for the sake of the child, so she told Tom about her identity as a witch, and also told him that she had used a love potion to make Tom fall in love with her. Tom felt extremely angry after being teased and chose to abandon her.”
"The pregnant Merope was kicked out, and she gave birth to her son in a Muggle orphanage on a snowy night." Professor Dumbledore said this and sighed, "This is Tom, That is the story of Voldemort’s mother.”
"What about Merope?" Harry asked with concern. He was eager to know the truth of the matter - so that he could laugh at Voldemort with words the next time he saw him.
"Considering that even a witch with weak magic power is difficult to die from dystocia, I personally think that she will not die because of this." After Professor Dumbledore pondered for a while, he continued: "I prefer that she be killed by the old man. Del lost his will to live after abandoning him, and he didn’t want to raise the child, so he left the child in the orphanage and left it to fend for itself.”
Harry slowly opened his mouth.
He thinks he might have some prophecy talent?
God, he swore, he had made it up in the basement just to make Voldemort lose his mind.
But he never expected that what he made up... turned out to be the truth?
"What's wrong with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked with concern.
Harry shook his head and said to Dumbledore: "I just remembered what I said to Voldemort in the basement before."
"What words?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry covered his face and said: "I say, Voldemort, you are just a poor guy who is not loved. Your mother dislikes you too much, so she abandoned you and threw you into an orphanage..."
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To be honest, it wasn't that Harry felt that he shouldn't say these words, he just didn't want Dumbledore to see the smile that couldn't be suppressed on his lips.
God, what a wonderful thing it is to be able to verbally tear Voldemort into pieces.
Harry felt that not only should he defeat Voldemort in terms of spells, but he should also use words to make Voldemort unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
It's boring to just kill people, but also to kill people's hearts!
Dumbledore looked strange.
No, Harry...
How come every word you say is like a knife, stabbing into Voldemort's heart?
As we all know, lies never hurt, truth is the sharpest weapon.
If you say "Your mother doesn't love you" to a happy child, the child may not care much or explain to you that his mother loves him very much.
But this sentence and what Voldemort said, it really breaks the defense and adds real damage to the critical hit.
"You're a bit..." Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry with a strange expression, and finally chose to give Harry a thumbs up: "You are so eloquent."
Otherwise, what else can I say?
Dumbledore actually knew what Harry had been through at the Dursley's over the years. The child couldn't be beaten, so it was reasonable to develop a vicious tongue to fight back.
However, from his point of view, the Dursleys are not worth taking action on - because his experiences as a child were much wilder than those of the Dursleys, and he even suffered the same treatment as Jesus, with joy on both hands. A transparent hole was mentioned.
Hogwarts at that time was much wilder than it is now. Even in wizards' homes at that time, corporal punishment was commonplace.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry accepted Dumbledore's compliment.
Let's call it a compliment, he didn't really care anyway.
"But..." Harry suddenly said: "I remembered, Professor, that notebook that was popular among Slytherins last year seemed to be caused by a ghost called 'Merope'."
"Merope?" Professor Dumbledore was shocked. He remembered what Snape had said to him before: "How much do you know about this notebook?"
"That's what Miss Farley told me." Harry replied truthfully: "But I don't know much about the details - I felt something was wrong at the time. Looking at it now, this 'Merope' should be Voldemort in disguise. Using his mother’s name”
"It seems that he still longs for love," Harry said with disgust: "Look, this poor guy who has no mother's love actually uses his mother's name as a pseudonym..."
If you want to say whether Harry sympathizes with Tom, it's really not at all.
Not only did he not sympathize with Tom, he even wanted to laugh a little and take pleasure in his misfortune.
"No, Harry, you made a mistake." Professor Dumbledore sighed: "Tom is the product of the love drug. He is born with weak emotions and does not understand what love is."
"No wonder he's so bad and doesn't even have friends. That's where the problem lies." Harry nodded repeatedly, "Actually, you should have solved the problem before it happened, instead of waiting to remedy it now."
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Before that, he thought there was something wrong with Dumbledore's education methods, which caused Tom to go awry and turn into something twisted and evil like Voldemort.
But after listening to what Dumbledore said, he knew - let alone Dumbledore, even if the four giants were resurrected and took turns educating Tom, they would not be able to get him on the right track. This guy was born to be on the right track. Born from evil paths.
The biggest mistake Dumbledore did was not sending Tom away sooner.
In a magical sense.
Professor Dumbledore glanced at Harry and said: "But this is not the reason why we look at him with colored glasses. Harry...he was before..."
"This is your indecisiveness." Harry sneered incessantly: "Look, what kind of monster have you cultivated? There is no way such a naturally evil guy can get any redemption - your choice is based on this Thousands of lives were paid for, look at the damage he caused.”
Having stayed for more than five years a hundred years ago, Harry had seen a lot.
He also had thoughts about the Holy Father that he shouldn't have, but they were completely shattered by reality.
I once let a dark wizard go because I felt sorry for him, but I didn't want to almost kill him a year later.
If Cassandra hadn't blocked the spell for him, he might have gone to see Merlin long ago.
Redemption?
It's Merlin's job to redeem Tom. What I need to be responsible for is sending him to see Merlin!
"Judging from the results, you are right." Professor Dumbledore sighed: "But if it were you, you might not be able to be so cruel."
Harry thought to himself that I may not be able to, but Cassandra and Vivi can indeed be so cruel.
"Professor, have you checked the problem of the basilisk in the school?" Harry brought the topic to the point, "Who in Hogwarts has the blood of the Gaunt family?"
Professor Dumbledore shook his head and said: "No, the Gaunt family has long been extinct. How can there be any blood left in the world..."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
"I just went to the Map Chamber, Professor." Harry said again: "Professor Rookwood's analysis is that the person who controls the Basilisk is definitely a student at Hogwarts."
"Why do you say that?" Professor Dumbledore looked up and asked.
"Because of your martial law order." Harry said, "Hogwarts students now can only move in small groups in their dormitories, and can hardly leave the common room - I just saw Professor Snape Sitting in front of the Slytherin common room and keeping watch, he is really dedicated.”
"Severus is indeed a competent professor," Dumbledore said, "but... no, I understand!"
He was suddenly stunned because he thought of the notebook that Snape had told him before.
"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry asked curiously.
"Notebook." Professor Dumbledore said concisely: "That notebook must still be in Hogwarts. Voldemort is like Merope last year, controlling the students-this makes sense. Without Gun People with special blood can also control the basilisk, because this person is controlled by Tom! ”
"That makes sense." Harry nodded and said, "So, how should we find that notebook?"
"Then we can only investigate." Professor Dumbledore said: "I think I should borrow some tools for detecting dark magic items from the Ministry of Magic and conduct tests in the four colleges."
"Do you think you can find it?" Harry asked tentatively.
"It's better than doing nothing, Harry." Dumbledore sighed, and then said: "Do you have any clues about that monster?"
"I asked Professor Binns." Harry said: "It's just that Professor Binns thinks it is a mythical legend and does not think it is real. His reason is that if the Chamber of Secrets really exists, Hogg Watts has had so many principals and searched for it so many times over the years, so he should find this so-called secret room.”
"But it didn't." Professor Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, "But recent events have proven that this secret room should indeed exist."
"So in addition to finding this notebook, we also need to find the secret room." Harry said seriously, "We must eliminate the basilisk entrenched in Hogwarts, let alone Slytherin. A domesticated basilisk, not even Slytherin himself!"
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