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Chapter 305 Parseltongue and Locket

Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat

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"With the Easter holiday ending tomorrow I will have class after that, then after two days it's a weekend, how about scheduling it for that day?" Felix suggested.

"Can't we do it tonight? Both of us can go together now." Sirius said impatiently.

"If that place is Voldemort's secret hideout, he will let us leave in comfort?" Felix asked him rhetorically, especially, Felix had basically determined in his heart that it is where Voldemort placed his Horcrux first, it is better to be cautious.

"Sirius, I need to make some preparations, and so do you, you look a little impatient now."

"You're right, Felix." Sirius said finally.

Felix smiled weakly, "Come on, Harry's waiting for us."

The two walked into the fireplace, one after the other.

The Black old Mansion.

Harry curiously surveyed the awfully old house-elf, he couldn't help but compare him with Dobby, despite the completely different appearance and clothes, the two had a surprisingly consistent temperament - both looked like the butler he had seen in the Muggle TV series.

Dobby's butler vibe is a little more obvious, as he has a little suit compared to the house-elf in front of him.

"Hello, what's your name?" Harry greeted in a friendly manner.

Kreacher paused and muttered a little, but Harry didn't hear him, then he straightened his clean white cloth, bowed respectfully, and said, "You may call me Kreacher, honored guest, welcome to Black's ancestral house."

Harry blushed a little, he didn't quite get used to the house-elf greetings: "I actually, ahem, wait, Black's ancestral house? This is Sirius's house?"

"That's right," said Kreacher: "The young master was born and raised here, although he ran away from home when he was young without thinking ..." he showed a sly look, "But when in danger, he still thought of this place first."

Harry asked for details with great interest, he wanted to know more about his godfather, and upon learning that Harry is Sirius's godson, Kreacher's attitude is much more respectful and willing to disclose more hidden things.

"The young master has been crying for the past few days, Kreacher heard it all, but the young master is dead set on not admitting ..."

"Kreacher! Shut up!" The fireplace flickered again, Sirius came out of it, and as soon as he came in, he heard Kreacher slandering him, and his nose almost flared up with anger. He strides over and picks Kreacher up off the floor and said loudly, "Don't mention it to anyone again--"

Kreacher said respectfully, "But Mr. Potter is the godson of the master, and as your heir, he has the right to know ..."

"I said, no!" Sirius' lips quivered, "Go make a tea."

"As ordered." Kreacher's figure flickered and disappeared.

Felix watched from the side for a while, a smile flashed under his eyes, "So, your relationship has improved?"

"Which eye did you see that? He's still as annoying as ever ..." Sirius muttered.

Harry blinked, he thought he should talk to Ron about what he saw. Ron had always thought of house-elves as servants of the nobility who only knew how to follow orders, but the two elves he had come into contact with - Dobby and Kreacher - had personalities of their own.

They came to the living room, it is the first time Harry is here, so he is curious about everything here, and held an inexplicable good feeling about the house, although the house is a bit gloomy, perhaps it is the absence of lights? After all, it is nighttime now, Sirius lives alone, there is no need to be so wasteful ...

The air is somewhat damp, with a musty smell, which is not much, you can just clean it up, Harry thought he could help.

In the living room, the place is slightly brighter, the wall candles burning quietly, the ceiling draped with delicate gold chandeliers, Harry suspected that it is made of pure gold.

"Make yourself at home, the house is a bit of a mess." Sirius put away the scattered comic books and piled them to the side, he stood frozen in place for a moment, "Oh yeah, I'll go get something."

Sirius left, the sound of crunching and stomping on the boards came from the distance, and soon his figure reappeared, returning with a sizable case with a gold locket.

Kreacher duly served hot tea as he stood at the door.

"This is the thing ... Master Regulus gave it to Kreacher to destroy it. But the locket had so much magic on it that poor Kreacher tried everything and couldn't leave a single trace ..."

"Kreacher guessed that it is supposed to be opened from the inside, but I couldn't do it."

Harry watched Kreacher sadly crying, very worried that he would suddenly jump up the next second to punish himself. But then his thoughts flashed, open from the inside? He vaguely figured out something.

Felix moved closer to examine the locket closely, it looked clean and should have been cleaned by Sirius, an ornate little S-shaped snake embedded on the surface, made of multiple small emeralds pieced together and emitting a faint glow.

"The letter S." "A snake?"

Felix and Harry said at the same time, the two looked at each other and Felix smiled, "We're both right." He reached out his index finger and tapped the gold pendant box, his perspective began to change, the colour seemed like it was washed away by rain and became a greyish haze, the vision is dazzling with magical light, layers, and layers of dense magic, in the innermost layer of these protective magics, coiled a dark force so evil that it wriggled like a monster.

It is a Horcrux all right, and ... Felix found that this Horcrux is more active than any he had seen before as if it is going to jump out in the next second.

Felix pondered, it seems that Voldemort has different arrangements for each Horcrux, the diary Horcrux is also very active, but what was active was the memories of the young Voldemort hidden in it, not the soul Fragment inside.

As for the diadem, it was even more secretive, and he didn't see a flaw in it before. Combined with the nature of the Ravenclaw diadem itself, perhaps this could be the part of the ruse - to let the person who obtained it be silently fooled.

Sirius stared at Felix and Harry, both of them suddenly went silent, "What did you see?"

"If I'm right, this would be the locket of Salazar Slytherin, used by Voldemort to-" Felix stopped talking, the locket twitching slightly and looking agitated.

"I've never seen it like this before." Sirius stood up in disbelief and pulled Harry aside, staring at it warily as the gold chain attached to the locket twisted wildly as if trying to strangle one of them.

"Sirius, Professor ...," Harry swallowed hard, "I want, want to do something."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Sirius asked, worried that Harry had been affected by the locket and that he is looking at his godson worriedly, "Are you feeling sick?"

"No, no," Harry echoed, incredulous at the idea that had popped into his head, "It's the Parseltongue, I want to talk in a Parseltongue!" Sirius looked at Harry blankly, he had no idea Harry had this ability.

"Go ahead and do it, let's see what changes." Felix said calmly.

So Harry stared at the locket, imagining the design on it a small snake, which is easy, especially since the locket continued to "buzz" and rustle, as he opened his mouth and made a "hissing" sound.

Felix knew this word well, he had heard it a few times in the chamber of secrets last year, and it should mean--

"Open." Harry said in a Parseltongue.

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> Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) > Chapter 306 The Story of Horcrux and Hokey

Chapter 306 The Story of Horcrux and Hokey

Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat

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The gold locket suddenly stopped trembling, and the wildly twisting gold chain lost all its strength as it hit the table. Immediately after, along with a crisp "click" sound, its small gold lid popped open.

They saw the inner structure of the locket, two small glass windows behind each a living eye blinking, black shiny, and crystal clear eyes. Harry felt, if not sealed in a locket, the eyes should belong to a living person.

There is a black mist filling the air. From inside came a hoarse, grim voice, "I saw your heart ...," said the locket to Felix, who is nearest to it.

"Oh? So?" Felix operated the occlumency.

"... Felix Hap, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what is in that book you read the first day you came here? Don't deny it, I see your most desperate desire to be powerful, to live forever, to transcend death - you want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" Harry called out, Sirius took him as he take a few steps back and said in a complicated way, "It's Voldemort, I really didn't expect that, he hid in a locket as big as an stone."

Harry opened his mouth wide, he is the one he met in his first year? He had a much worse time now than being glued to the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

The eyes in the locket still whispered: "You have the potential, why don't we work together? Together we can rule the wizards as well as the muggles ... and I, the greatest wizard who ever lived, I am willing to share my secret of immortality, the Horcrux, with you."

Something that looked like a soap bubble twisted and appeared, and from above the locket rose a human figure, a rather handsome young man with a slim face, dark hair. Standing tall, he smiled graciously and opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace Felix.

But his feet remained in the locket and could not come out at all. He smiled more affectionately and said in a soft tone, "How about starting now, right from this moment, on the road to eternal life ... just a gentle wave of the wand, and there are two insignificant offerings over there. "

However, Felix said calmly: "I thought you would say a more brilliant insight, Tom. close it off, Harry."

"What?" The red glint in the young Voldemort's eyes flickered so brightly that if he hadn't been staring, he might have thought it's an illusion. He raised his voice, still Stoic, and tried to convince him: "You don't know what you're missing, I'm further along the road to immortality than anyone else, join forces ..."

But Harry had made a "hissing" sound, the next second, the lid of the locket closed, a black fog full of hatred tumbled away, Voldemort's image disappeared very vividly.

Harry's heart pounded hard as he gasped for breath, he really thought Voldemort was going to jump out and fight with them.

Felix picked up the locket and tapped on it for a while, then finally put it away in his pocket, "I'll give it to Dumbledore," he said emotionally, "the Headmaster hasn't touched a single one yet, and I've seen three."

They sat down again on the sofa, without speaking to each other, and Kreacher, grasping the door, said with a shudder: "Mr. Hap, will you destroy it? It was the last order that Master Regulus left to the old Kreacher."

"I assure you, Kreacher, the locket will be destroyed." Felix said.

"Thank you, thank you--" Kreacher huffed and disappeared with a bang.

Harry calmed down a bit and asked curiously, "Voldemort just mentioned the Horcrux, what's that?" His eyes darted between Sirius and Felix, hoping for an answer, his gut feeling told him that he had glimpsed very deeply into Voldemort's hidden secrets.

Sirius looked at Felix as well.

"Horcrux... a very evil kind of dark magic, by splitting the soul and storing the soul fragments in a item, then that item is called Horcrux." Felix explained simply: "As long as the Horcrux is still there, Voldemort will not die, although he will be miserable, there will be a day of re-return."

"This is the secret of Voldemort's immortality?" Harry asked in shock: "No wonder he said he transcended death, by splitting his soul, what an evil practice."

"But more than that Harry, splitting the soul is the result, and the process requires the completion of a ritual of killing, stripping the soul by killing, not to mention what I told you, the actual process is far more complicated than that." Felix said.

"So what's in the locket is just a fragment of Voldemort?" Harry understood that the two Voldemort he had seen were not the same soul.

"Exactly."

"So if we destroy the locket now, will Voldemort die silently in some dark corner?" Harry said thinking outside the box, extraordinarily excited by the idea.

"Not very likely, Harry. He made more than one Horcrux, I've seen and destroyed two of them alone, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." Felix said.

Harry listened in awe, "You've been doing this? Against Voldemort?" He knew nothing about it.

"It's what Dumbledore has been doing, he's been actively pursuing the past that Voldemort is trying to hide," Felix said, "and I, for one, just happened to be there."

"Harry, even while you sleep, the world still goes on, you just don't see that."

Harry nodded, he knew what the professor meant, there is no need to take responsibility upon himself, he is simply a little impulsive, not stupid. The professor had told him what the Horcrux is capable of, he wouldn't dare to think about trying to confront Voldemort before it all got destroyed.

He perked up a bit, feeling like he had one more task in life, and if Voldemort's Horcruxes still existed when he graduated, he would spend his life tracking them.

Thinking about that future isn't so bad, especially since it's not a lonely path, with Dumbledore, Professor Hap ... and perhaps many people popped into Harry's head.

He asked the key question, "If the Horcrux were not one, well ... now it looks like at least three, or four, will there be more, like seventeen or eighteen?"

Felix smiled a little, "Are you treating a soul like a cookie that you can break open at will and crumble it?" He thought seriously for a moment and said, "Actually, I have no way of knowing it for sure, the book, Advanced Dark Magic Unveiled, doesn't state a limit on the number of Horcrux, so maybe the person who wrote the book didn't expect future generations to be so crazy."

"Does it hurt to strip the soul?" Harry asked.

"Well, an odd question," Felix tilted his head, " although the book says it's painful, I've never tried it myself, maybe Voldemort doesn't care much?"

"Well," he stood up, "that's enough for today Harry, we should head back." He looked at Sirius again, "Our appointment will remain the same."

The two returned to Hogwarts, Felix sent Harry away who is questioning everything, and went to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore is still flipping through the papers, listening to Felix saying the reason for his visit, he carefully examined the locket.

After looking at it for a while, he wearily took off his glasses and wiped them with a small piece of velvet: "It just verifies the suspicion I got from Hokey."

"Hokey?"

"I told you, that poor little house elf."

"You came back so late today, that's where you went ..."

"Azkaban, yes."

Dumbledore told the story he heard from Hokey, the story itself is very simple, almost fifty years ago, when Voldemort, who was working as a shopkeeper in Borgin and Burkes, had visited a very rich witch - Hepzibah Smith, the master of Hokey, and two days after that, she died suddenly.

"Two notable points in this incident are that with Hepzibah's death, two of her most precious collections went missing, which happened to be the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts - the Slytherin locket, and the golden cup of Hufflepuff."

"Voldemort did it." Felix said with great certainty.

"That's right, it took Hepzibah's family a long time to be sure about this, because she had a lot of secret hideouts and always kept a particularly close eye on her collection."

"Did you just say that ... Hokey is in Azkaban?"

"Yeah, an obvious scapegoat, but Hokey herself admitted she put something in her mistress' cocoa, which was later found to be not a sugar, but a rare and deadly poison. The verdict said that she didn't commit the murder deliberately, but rather she is old and confused-"

"Her memory was tampered with?"

"I'm glad we agree," Dumbledore said, "Hokey is not in a good state at the moment, and I'm planning to file an application to reopen the investigation of this old case."

"However, after all these years, Hokey's memory has been messed up, it is difficult to distinguish whether she was tampered with at that time, and I can only raise the suspicion of the case ..."

Felix also feels it's difficult, now there is no evidence, everything is deduced out of logic, but Fudge is just scared to death, I wonder if he has the courage to refuse Dumbledore now.

The two switched to other issues -

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort actually made?"

"That's a real head-scratcher. From what I know about him, Voldemort would find a number that makes sense. Three, seven, nine, thirteen, it's all possible. I'd have to determine what he thought and find some evidence to support it. On top of that, we don't know if he accomplished his intended goal on the night he went to the Potters' house or not ..."

That is to say, the number is uncertain, whether the goal was accomplished is also uncertain, Felix's mind bubbled with a number, seven, but he did not speak about it, it would be useless to say, Dumbledore still has to explore and verify it.

But he thought of a point, "Ravenclaw's diadem, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's golden cup ... Dumbledore, that Gryffindor's sword would not also be a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "I happen to know where the sword is, Voldemort did not get it."

Out of the office, a fine rain fell from the sky, Felix stepped on the wet mud, still thinking back on the appearance of the golden cup of Hufflepuff that Dumbledore just morphed out.

Dumbledore's words are a bit jarring: " Oddly enough, I feel that you and Voldemort still have a few points of fate, maybe you will bump into other Horcrux in the future, better let you see what that Cup looks like."

Felix can't help but slander, you have a destiny with him, Dumbledore is not trying to push the job of dealing with Voldemort to him, right?

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Chapter 307 Portrait

Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat

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The next morning, heavy rain poured down, lightning streaked across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching layers of curtain-like rainfall heavily, blurring the forbidden forest in the distance. His right hand held a palm-sized colorless transparent spherical vortex, in which a shrunken dementor lightly spun.

After a while, the vortex gradually dissipated as he returned to his room, and his hand glowed slightly with silver light, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

Fiddle with it for a while, then he stuffed it into the ring smoothly.

...

In the classroom, the mood of the young wizards is clearly affected by the weather and their mood is a bit low, especially when Felix asked them to submit their assignments. He watched from the window as a group of students lined up for herbology class in front of the greenhouse in the pouring rain, and one unlucky student fell into the muddy water, but the mud immediately got washed away by the rain.

"Okay, class," Felix looked at the fourth graders off the stage, "I've put together the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year in a sentence, so your next task is obvious- "

"I need you to memorize these seventeen sentences."

Felix said uncertainly, "It shouldn't be hard, at least it's easy to me. We'll start with the first sentence and go over all the things we've learned ..."

At lunch, Felix heard quite a few titbits while eating in the great hall.

The Quidditch finals were only just a few days away, this Saturday, the day he and Sirius had made an appointment. The two favourites to win the title, Slytherin and Gryffindor, were also on each other necks, and in addition to seeing Wood boast loudly about the superior performance of the firebolt, it was not uncommon to see a young girl standing on a large snake and strutting by, as the young wizards passing by saluted her.

Within days, however, several senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed through the open area with seven-foot-long eagles in tow, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Hufflepuff's young wizards kept a low profile, which may have something to do with their early exit from this year's trophy race - they lost a key game against a Ravenclaw team.

However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the young badgers, and within two days of their loss, their captain led their support for the Ravenclaw team, declaring them as strong contenders for the title as they were in excellent form.

In addition, Harry's Patronus, Felix burning dementors, and the Minister of Magic Fudge leaving the school in distress news spread wildly. Any one of them will cause a minutes-long discussion, and Felix saw a Hufflepuff student forget to eat while arguing with his peers about whether Fudge would resign, so he had to rush off to Potions class with two pies.

'Severus's nose is very good if he finds ...' Felix shook his head and secretly took note of the student's looks, ready to see if he would be detained.

That afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius's certificate of innocence, "the wanted notice has been withdrawn, but I guess the Ministry of Magic will not make a big deal of their mistakes, Hokey's case was also accepted by Wizengamot, in addition, there is Buckbeak's verdict ruling."

Felix glanced at the verdict at the bottom of the official document, "Accidental injury, fined five hundred galleons." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient before it was dragged out for a long time."

Dumbledore winked, "I told Fudge that you are defending Hagrid ... and he let it go immediately."

But he then said in a quiet voice: "With what I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise, I do not want you to take him lightly because of the clumsy behaviour he has shown in the past two days, his advantage is not in strength."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded his head seriously. What happened yesterday, in the end, was because he had shown great strength and had a reason, Fudge was unable to satisfy left and right, so he quickly compromised.

But if you really think he is scared by your own strength, from then on you will do everything to oppress the other side with strength, and then it is easy to cause resentment and trouble.

If Fudge is truly cornered, won't he directly break the net and dispatch all the Aurors and hit wizards regardless of the consequences, will he announce Felix as a dark lord who's going to slaughter the wizarding world? This kind of thing won't happen now, as Dumbledore would be the first to deny it.

So now Fudge showed his goodwill, Felix also has to appreciate it, although he is not too comfortable with it.

If yesterday had any effect on him, it made him more eager to make some changes, not about changing himself, but about changing everything he saw in front of him. He felt like a painter who saw a stain on the paper and had the urge to make the stain into a more gorgeous picture.

In the evening, on the table, there is an unfinished letter, the very beginning of which reads as follows -

'Dear Andys, regarding your previous suggestion, I have solemnly considered it and thought it's appropriate to take a more active part in it, and I am going to establish a company-'

The letter came to an abrupt end here, the ink traces had long since dried, even became faint from the humid air outside, enough to see how long Felix had been thinking about it.

"Or let's wait and think it over ..."

Felix crumpled the parchment into a ball and flicked it out, the parchment turned into a flaming bird and rushed out the window, turning into wisps of ash.

"I think when you thought of it, you can just do it, any way you can just let someone else to handle it for you." A voice said.

Felix looked up at a portrait on the wall, the originally blank frame had an additional image of a young man with black hair and blue pupils, wearing a dragon skin cloak, none other than Felix himself.

It is the portrait that hung in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he said grumblingly, "That dean hung me next to a medieval talkative wizard who would observe the flaws in everybody's face that passed by and try to give advice, I have smacked him three times, but alas, obsession is written all over his brain - not right - he just doesn't have a brain ..."

Felix looked at his portrait, and a strange sense of absurdity welled up in his heart: "I think you're quite talkative now."

"Hold it in too hard ..." The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, "Hey, listen, I found out an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day you cured the Longbottoms? Dumbledore said he had been given notice by Dilys Derwent, so I approached her, and she let me borrow her ... portrait after a couple of soft talks, so I went to the Headmaster's office and talked to previous Headmasters and of course with Dumbledore as well."

"What did you and Dumbledore talk about?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very tight, and you didn't share the most crucial secret with me." The man in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix somewhat regretted making his portrait this lively.

"... He asked me if I liked sweets and said I could suggest you to draw me a candy house, it's interesting, how did you forget to draw the food in the first place? Even a bunch of grapes would be good ..."

Felix: "... shut up already."

The portrait made a zipper action with a smile, and he looked much more cheerful than Felix in person, "I still advise you to do what you want to do, don't think too much." then he disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank frame, looked at it for a while, then spread out a piece of parchment, thoughtfully wrote down a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to take some time to send it to the Daily Prophet.

The next two days were uneventful until Saturday morning. When Felix got ready and went to 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace.

Sirius, who had been waiting for a long time, walked anxiously back and forth through the room, and his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You're here at last!"

"Here's your proof of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the official document from the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took a look at it, lost interest, and casually threw it on the couch, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house-elf suddenly appeared in front of the two.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted--" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher puffed out his chest proudly, "No one knows that place better than I do."

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