Harry put the cleaned potion bottles into the cupboard one by one. When he turned around, he saw that Snape was still facing the crucibles.
His expression was normal.
He took out his wand and cleaned the crucibles one by one.
When Drac knocked on the door and came in, she saw this scene.
His good upbringing prevented him from looking at Harry. He walked up to Snape with a normal expression and greeted him. Then, he handed his thesis to him for guidance. Snape had a high tolerance for this good friend of his who was also a top student in his potions class. After skimming through the thesis, he knew that Drac had put in a lot of effort.
He patiently gave pointers.
On the other side, the house elf, the Savior, finished cleaning the crucibles and came over to listen.
After listening for a few sentences, Snape stopped and glared at him. "Potter! It seems that you've finished your homework? "Harry shrunk his neck subconsciously.
He muttered a few words and walked to a small wooden table. He moved the basket of daffodil roots on the table, then dragged out his schoolbag, dug out a pen and paper, and began to write the History of Magic homework that he had been delaying for days.
Drac, who was watching the whole process, was secretly shocked.
Not because of Snape's snort, but because of Potter's natural and skillful movements. It was as if Snape's cellar was no different from a study room in Hogwarts. It looked like the rumors that Harry Potter was Dean Slytherin's new favorite were not groundless. His sudden harsh tone pulled Drac back to reality.
Snape gave a few more pointers.
Then, he sent Drac to write the thesis with Harry.
Harry watched as Drac sat down across from him. He reached out and pushed the lamp between them. Drac glanced at Harry's parchment.
She found that the Savior was filling the thesis with textbook content.
Harry coughed guiltily.
He peeked at Snape who had already walked into the lab.
He whispered, "Have you finished your History of Magic homework?"
Drac nodded, then shook her head. "I turned it in on Wednesday." Harry was catching up on last week's homework.
"It's okay. You can write some ideas for me or something." He could handle the rest by copying textbooks and making up nonsense. Harry said and handed her a piece of parchment.
Drac was speechless for a moment. She picked up a quill and said, "Give me a few more sheets.. I have to rewrite this thesis."
Harry handed over the parchment and picked up Drac's thesis to take a look. He thought that the child's handwriting was really beautiful. The letters looked like they were printed. He then looked at the homework in front of him. Hmm … After a few more glances, Harry found that it was a literature review on the healing effects of potions on black magic injuries. It seemed that Young Malfoy had found a lot of information to write this thesis.
After a while, Harry returned the parchment to Drac and said, "I seem to have read about this somewhere. You can look for the two books' Extraordinary Black Potions' and 'Studies in Florin Potions.'"
Derek was shocked again, but he still silently memorized the titles of the two books. Then, he stood up and walked to Snape's bookshelf to search. He really did find a book called 'Floccolin Potion Research', so he sat down and started to read it slowly. Harry also took the thesis outline that Drac had written for him and continued to do his homework. The two were speechless. They studied hard until after nine o'clock, when Snape came out to chase them out.
Drac naturally went straight back to Slytherin's dormitory, so the two said goodbye in front of the cellar door. Harry planned to go straight back to the Union Building, but before he could walk out of the castle, he was hit by candy falling from the sky. He looked up and saw Kamia waving at him from an open window on the fourth floor.
Kamia had just come out of the principal's office. After the lesson on black humor, Kamia waved her hand to signal the children to leave the questions for the next lesson. She then went straight back to her office and dormitory. She saw a bottle and a hat on the coffee table in the living room. The bottle was Ginny Weisles's, and the hat was Luna's. The two girls had not returned from Hogsmeade yet. They must have had a lot of fun today. Harry Potter mocked himself for being too lenient with the two girls. Kamia did not deny that she felt guilty towards the two girls, but more importantly, she did hope that Luna and Ginny could be happy. She did not know what would happen in the near future. She only hoped that they could accumulate more energy to face the future. Then she received a letter from Fawkes. Dumbledore invited her to eat a lemon honey tart.
"How's Dumbledore?" Even though Bart did not say it clearly, Harry still felt that Dumbledore had gone to Gotham. That was not a suitable place for a holiday.
"He's fine, if you're not asking about his blood sugar and dental health." Kamia pouted. She told Harry about the meeting in the office as she peeled the candy.
Initially, Kamia thought that Dumbledore had something to ask and was prepared for a showdown. However, the old principal, who she had not seen for a month, kindly asked Kamia to sit down. "Have some cake first."
The cake was a whole. Dumbledore personally cut it into four pieces. Kami didn't have to worry about the truth-telling liquid at all. She just ate while listening to the headmaster's concern for the staff. "Have the students been obedient recently? How are your health? Are there any problems at home? "
Harry sweated as he listened. "Then, what did you say?"
Kamia glanced at Harry. "Of course, I said, 'Not bad. It's fine.'"
Just as Kamia was about to choke on the cake, Dumbledore passed her a glass of honey water and asked kindly, "Harry is doing well, right?"
Kamia stared at Dumbledore and realized that even though the old principal was smiling, his beard was a mess. He did not even tie a bow, and the blue eyes behind the lenses did not seem as sharp as before.
After drinking the sour cake with the honey water, Kamia put down the glass and looked directly at the old principal. "Not so good. His scar is starting to hurt, and he often has nightmares."
Dumbledore blinked, but his smile did not change. "Oh … that's not good news. Perhaps I should ask Severus to show more concern for Harry? "
Kamia shook her head. "There's no need. Harry's brain seal is quite good."
After that, the two of them quieted down at the same time. Their eyes met in the air. Moments later, after confirming each other's attitude, they spoke at the same time.
"What happened in Gotham?"
"Is it Tom Riddle?"
Dumbledore smiled and answered Kamia's question. "You should already know about the commotion on the surface."
"I only know that someone wants to pull down the only Dark Knight of Gotham." However, since someone wanted Dumbledore to go over, it should not be that simple. "Who sent the letter?"
That was indeed the key to the question. Dumbledore slowly smoothed his beard and answered, "It was Charles."
Professor X? Kamia frowned, and then she heard Dumbledore say, "Charles captured a strange signal in America. He suspected that it was a magic disturbance, so he wanted me to go over and confirm it because … the signal seemed to be a bit powerful."
"The signal was in Gotham City?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Charles was unable to confirm its location. It seemed to be able to disrupt the superbrain's search. I stayed in New York for a few days and tried to capture this strange signal with Charles, but before we could find anything, something happened in Gotham. We all suspected that it was related to the signal, so I went to Gotham with Jean. " After a pause, a strange expression appeared on Dumbledore's face. "That is really … a crazy city."
Kamia's lips twitched. "The people are simple, Gotham City, and Arkham is full of talents."
"Haha, that's a good summary." Dumbledore laughed and then said, "Jean and I did not interfere with Batman's crisis. On one hand, it was because the prideful Dark Knight refused help from outsiders, and on the other hand, we …" Staring at Kamia, Dumbledore said flatly, "The secret Phoenix Knights did not want to expose themselves so soon."
Kamia only frowned but did not ask further. So Dumbledore continued, "Because not long after I entered Gotham City, I discovered traces of magic activity. No, Kamia, they were not American wizards. Even though I suspected that initially, we, Jean and I, were lucky enough to sneak into Arkham Asylum and obtained some information from the brain of a doctor."
With a soft sigh, Dumbledore's eyes behind his round glasses became sharp again. "I was really surprised when I saw him."
The old man mumbled the name, "Tom, Tom Riddle …"
Obviously, it was Kamia's time now.
First, he had to explain, "Abusi, the diary, the Slytherin pendant, and Najini, these are the three soul vessels that you personally destroyed. But you should have known that Riddle had more than these three soul vessels."
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe, if the soul was only cut into four pieces, it would not have caused Tom to go crazy."
Kamia nodded with a bitter smile. "Indeed, he chose a good number and cut the soul into seven pieces. Other than the ones you destroyed, there was Hufflepuff's golden cup, Ravenclaw's crown, one of the Deathly Hallows, the Soul Stone, and … you guessed it, Harry Potter. "
Dumbledore's expression was serious. "It was that night …"
"That's right. The Life Seizing Curse that was placed on Lily Potter's body unintentionally created a seventh soul artifact for Voldemort." Kamia pulled her hair anxiously. "But it doesn't matter, I've already gotten rid of these four soul vessels." The result was now sleeping soundly on her bed.
Dumbledore stroked his beard and nodded, then asked in confusion, "What about the eighth piece?" Seeing Kamia's stiff expression, he added, "Tom created seven soul vessels. That means, he cut the soul into eight pieces, right?"
Kamia banged her head on the table and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you see the eighth piece? He's stirring up trouble in America. I think the wandering ball was also his doing … "
Dumbledore looked at the female professor on the table and nodded. "Ah, I see …"
Kamia: "…"
Dumbledore: "Professor Kamia must have accidentally forgotten …"
"You don't have to remind me again …"
Harry rubbed his nose and felt uncomfortable. "So, Dumbledore has been looking for the primary soul in Gotham?"
Kamia shook her head. "No, he was discovered by the American Magic Association after a few days in Gotham and was investigated. However, Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all. Now, the American Magic Association has sent people to keep an eye on Gotham." After a pause, Kamia looked at the shadows of the trees outside the window and chuckled. "But, the one over there might not be the primary soul." Just like how she was not Jerry Liddell.
Harry also thought of this. "If it's the primary soul, she should still be in England trying to kill me. But, why did Nihon go to America? "
"I think I understand now," Kamia said calmly. "It's because of us." She looked at Harry. "Harry, you're not the only one who has a mental connection with Voldemort. Me, Maya, Nihon, and Oulopolos are all existences outside the border. We can sense each other as well. I think it was probably the day I forcefully awakened your memory. The wandering primary soul and Nihon who possessed him woke up at the same time. However, they were both weak. They had just woken up from death, so they needed time to recover their strength … "
"But we're here …" Harry understood. "They needed to avoid us and buy time to recover their strength. Wait, when I recovered my memory, the international students were returning to America? "
Kami showed a slightly mocking smile. "What place is more suitable for the master of the Nothingness Border than a rising superpower?" Chaotic values, collapsed social traditions, and soaring crime rates. Where better than the United States for the master of the Virtual Border to keep a low profile?
Harry lowered his head and pondered. Then, he heard Kamia suddenly say, "By the way, Dumbledore actually returned to England three days ago. He didn't go back to Hogwarts directly because the Ministry of Magic was looking for him."
Harry looked up in confusion. He didn't know what this had to do with him.
Kamia raised her eyebrows. "The Ministry of Magic said that they suddenly found that a house in Grimmauld Square had suddenly changed owners."
Harry's eyes widened.
Kamia smiled. "I don't know why, but this house was transferred to Harry Potter."
A line of demarcation for a pirate radio station.
Big Foot squatted on the deck and drank vodka. The bearded "count" next to him looked at the young man who had maintained a smile on his face for a week. He couldn't help but ask, "Hey, kid, did you finally lose your virginity recently or what?"
Big Foot tripped the "Count" with a smile and continued to laugh. "You poor bachelors (Simon: TAT) won't understand … My godson sent me a Christmas present."
The bachelors on the ship all exclaimed in unison. The "Count" also rolled his eyes, and then asked, "So what gift did you send back? A book of 38 Ways to Pick Up Girls or a set of pictures of hot girls? "
"F * ck! My godson is only twelve years old. What's the use of hot girls? " Big Foot raised his chin in the midst of everyone's laughter. "I gave my old house to him."
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