From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Absolutely not, never allow that old immortal Dumbledore to destroy my precious Horcrux..."

Tom's eyes glowed red, and his hand involuntarily grasped the wand from Slytherin tightly.

He only has one Horcrux left - back then he planned to make six Horcruxes to form the perfect number seven, but the sixth Horcrux was formed before he knew it, and was destroyed not long ago. In Dumbledore's hands.

"We must get that Horcrux back, and then create another Horcrux as soon as possible..."

The fact that there was only one Horcrux left made him deeply uneasy, but there was no way to create a Horcrux in a short period of time - because there was really no better container to hold his soul.

His diary records the glory and secrets of Slytherin. The ring is not only a precious family inheritance, but also the glory of the Muggle he killed his father, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hutch Patch's golden cup, these containers are worthy of his precious soul fragments. Even the most unsatisfactory sixth Horcrux uses his death as a warning!

Find one at random? Just kidding, if he hadn't discovered the secrets contained in Ilvermorny, even if he wanted to be resurrected, he would only use Harry Potter's blood. Taking a step back, it was also the Sorcerer's Stone. How could other things be worthy of his nobleness? identity?

Since there is no way to create a Horcrux within a period of time, the only remaining Horcrux must be moved before that old bastard Dumbledore finds it, and find a new place to protect it.

Moreover, no one can be brought into this matter, not even Bertha. Thanks to that old bastard, the entire wizarding world knows that he relies on Horcruxes to stay alive. He will never put this fatal link on anyone else. In human hands!

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"here we go again."

Harry tried not to pay attention to the whispers around him.

There have been more and more big news appearing in newspapers recently, causing the students around him to look at him more and more strangely.

He once even heard Dean and a few others muttering about a rumor that troubled him - Harry Potter's superb magic gradually emerged over time, and he became a master of magic in the fourth grade. He has firmly become the academy warrior. In the fifth grade, he was already strong enough to defeat his classmates, and this powerful power will explode when he graduates and become the savior who defeats the mysterious man.

I don't know where this magical legend came from, but with Harry's outstanding performance in the classroom, especially his one-on-one victory over several seventh-grade challengers, more and more people began to believe it.

The pressure that the mysterious man brought to everyone was too great. Even after Dumbledore had gradually cracked the secret of the mysterious man's resurrection and began to search for and eliminate the Horcruxes, a sufficient number of people were still troubled by the Dark Lord.

Everyone believes that Harry is the savior and can solve all problems after graduation - maybe an adventure after graduation, maybe a duel. Anyway, after this or that, the Dark Lord will disappear as before and usher in peace.

'Really...why are there such outrageous remarks...'

Harry was troubled. He tried to refute the rumors several times but still had no effect. People would only respond to him with the tone of yes, yes, everything you said is true, and then continue to respond with expectations or hidden hatred, even Qiu, look The eyes he looked at her were much gentler than before, always reluctant to let go...

'Obviously I'm still far behind...'

Harry sighed and looked at Professor William walking in on the podium.

He is not humble, he really knows this - the professor on the podium spared no effort to praise his talent and progress every time, and then beat him mercilessly in one-on-one teaching or duels. On the ground, the beating ended with bruises all over his body.

This is very shocking. While saying that you are a very talented genius, he uses a few magic spells to knock you to the ground, and then happily praises you for learning very quickly and making much progress than before...

Sometimes he even suspected that the professor's praise was to keep him from giving up. However, he could clearly feel his progress when fighting against other classmates and even senior students - however, after receiving the training course, At that time, he was pushed to the ground and beaten mercilessly...

"Harry..."

The opponent on the opposite side let out a mournful cry, and Harry noticed that he had not been paying attention and had struck too hard during the sparring. At this moment, all four opponents had been disarmed and were tied tightly with ropes. Real.

"ah…"

He whispered sorry and let go of his opponent. They complained a little, but no one had any unpleasant expression on their faces - because everyone had been beaten, and rounding off, no one had been beaten.

After finally getting to the end of get out of class, Harry finally couldn't restrain his doubts and walked behind the students and stood in front of the professor.

"Professor, I'm a little confused."

"Confused? Tell me?"

William casually waved his left hand to close the classroom door to prevent eavesdroppers, then looked at Harry and nodded - Harry had not relaxed much in his studies during this period, and his progress was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, yes, they rumored that I was the savior..."

Harry felt a little hot on his face just after he finished speaking. He really had never heard of a savior who had been beaten to the ground.

"Savior?"

William smiled and put down the paper bag, "This is a good title, so are you troubled by the title savior?"

"It's just... I always feel that I haven't learned enough. I'm too far behind. It's too far to defeat Voldemort..."

"Then, do you think the spell you learned is not powerful enough?"

"No, Professor, no."

Harry shook his head hard, "As you said, some spells may be particularly powerful when used, but we are wizards. We control the spells, not the spells control us. It is possible to deal with students with one move, but It’s definitely not that simple to deal with a powerful wizard.”

"Is that for the responsibility of the savior?"

"Yes...I always feel ashamed...but I can't help but want to do things that waste time..."

"A waste of time? You mean - Quidditch, dates, time shared with other people?"

William looked at Harry with serious eyes, "You don't think that the rest of your life will be about defeating the Dark Lord, do you?"

“…”

"Oh my god..."

William covered his forehead and looked at Harry's speechless look, "I admit, this is a very good ideal, to defeat the Dark Lord and save the world... It sounds cool, and I admit, I taught you magic. At that time, we did have some such considerations.”

"But magic is the power you control, the weapon you use to defend yourself, the knowledge you use to understand this magical world, and your assistant in your future life." William shook his head, "I am here to teach students, not to make a special trip Come teach some kind of savior."

"Some of my first students have been working for a while. Many of them have consulted me on some questions in the classroom or my office, and have even learned this or that kind of spell from me..."

"For some students who have room for learning, I will do a little bit of work. Whether it is Percy who has graduated, Nancy who has graduated, or Nymph who has graduated, I have learned a little bit from all of them. I personally think it is more interesting. magical skills."

"Even the students who have not graduated, those who can still do other things in the fifth grade environment, have also learned a few tricks, including the twins... Oh, yes, and your friend, Ronald Weasley, of course, I admit, I am a little selfish in this, because the students of the Weasley family that I know all have some strange talents, and I want to know what he is good at... Of course, there are actually some reasons for Percy. …”

"In the past few years, there have been fewer ghosts coming to my office. In the past few years, I would still have a fixed night every week to chat with the ghosts..."

"Okay - there are a lot of topics to talk about," William looked at Harry, "But what you have to know is that each of them has his own life. Maybe one day, when we gather together to besiege the Dark Lord Sometimes, some of them will put down what they are doing to fight, but they fight to protect their own lives or the people or things they love, rather than focusing their lives on fighting the Dark Lord."

"My teachings are only to give you more ability to choose and protect your own life when facing the future, not to train you to fight specifically."

"You can study hard to defeat the Dark Lord, but I hope you can pursue more things about life, learn to protect it, and learn to love it."

"By the way, you have Dumbledore, the Headmaster, the Ministry of Magic, and us professors... If you are willing to become a member of those who fight the Dark Lord after graduation, then I may I am very happy to introduce you. As for now, after getting ready for the battle, go work hard to enrich yourself..."

"Yes, Professor!"

Although the professor made some grammatical mistakes, Harry suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders that was weighing him down was much lighter. He hugged his school bag and said goodbye before running out happily.

"To protect..."

William looked at Harry's leaving figure and nodded slightly. The chalk foam falling on the blackboard floated up a little as he moved his head, and then formed a protection similar to the Iron Armor Curse.

"boom…"

As William waved his wand, a powerful spell hit the protection, making a muffled sound.

"It's still a little bit..."

William shook his head and waved his hand to disperse the chalk dust.

A little less magic, a little less calculation...

This time he prepared a bunch of hidden clues for the Dark Lord, waiting for someone to pass on the news. But after so many days, no one paid attention to the whereabouts of those precious candies, and no one checked Dumbledore's recipe. , not even a small trace to test whether Dumbledore was injured could be found!

'As expected of the Dark Lord, I planned to use fake Horcruxes to deceive him, but the fact that we were actually releasing fake news didn't bother him...'

'The principal's fake death failed...'

'If there is no change after a few more days, I will have to clear Ms. Susan's name and prepare for a hard fight...'

He picked up the paper bag on the table again.

"Come on then, Dark Lord. Although I don't know much about the war in the wizarding world, and I am average at calculating people, but your team of Death Eaters is already half-dead, and the Purifiers don't have many talents... I can't calculate. If so, then prepare for war..."

ps: I don’t have much to watch tonight, so I’ll leave you my leave note here first...