Chapter 1141

"What have you got?"

Dumbledore's figure once again appeared in front of van Lin, now, there are two Dumbledore in the picture, one is asking Tom, the other is asking van Lin.

Perhaps in Dumbledore's eyes, van Lin is the next Tom Riddell, but fortunately, so far, there is a kind of opposition between van Lin and Tom.

"I'm thinking, why, why Tom is obsessed with Hogwarts." Said Van Linton.

Tom's voice became clearer and clearer. Maybe Dumbledore's words successfully angered him. Van Lin saw Tom's hand in his robe.

Although very obscure, but Fanlin still feel very familiar.

He also likes to do this, especially in the face of the enemy, it will give him a sense of security.

"He wanted to kill you, didn't he?" Said Fanlin, pointing to Voldemort, and then looking at Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore laughed. "But it doesn't seem like a good idea, is it?"

Van Lin suddenly understood why Dumbledore had to call him here today.

He and Voldemort in many places strange similar, but Van Lin did not Voldemort do decisive, can be said, not good enough.

"Yes, it's not a wise choice." Vaseline nodded. "At least, I won't do it, or, if it's me, I won't come to see you at all."

"I thought so at first, but..." Dumbledore paused. "You and Tom are the same. If you are not sure, neither of you will choose to do so."

"No, it's you who are confident, Professor Dumbledore..." Van Lin opened his mouth, but never found a good description.

Old fox?

At that time, Voldemort absolutely had the ability, or the opportunity, to kill Dumbledore, but it was not worth the loss.

"So you haven't answered my question, Professor, why does Voldemort cling to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, probably, this is a place where he has lived for seven years." Dumbledore said, "you should be aware that once people live, once they stay too long, it is easy to produce a kind of A sense of belonging. "

"A sense of belonging..." Fanlin was a little surprised.

God's sense of belonging.

There was no doubt that Voldemort had already killed heptezba, so, of course, he had the gold cup of hefpaff and the pendant box of Slytherin.

And Ravenclaw's crown Voldemort got it in school. He cheated Helena, that is, Ravenclaw's daughter, and brought the crown back from the place where Helena died.

And muffin's ring, and the diary.

It's done. It's full of five.

Every time the soul is separated, what he takes away is a part of Voldemort's human nature, either happiness or emotion. In short, Voldemort is a complete madman.

A sense of belonging to a broken castle?

Tom Fanling, who was 16 years old, thought it was possible to see Voldemort's present state, eyes, pupils?

Obviously, this guy is totally crazy.

"Maybe a little bit, Professor, but I think there may be other attractions for Voldemort."

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore didn't say much about it.

"Hogwarts castle, as a castle handed down thousands of years ago, has a lot of Secrets waiting for others to discover, isn't it. Maybe there's something Tom wants more than that Dumbledore said, "but I prefer that Tom wants to expand his influence, which he did at school, and it turns out that Hogwarts is still a good recruiting point."

Van Lim suddenly understood why Dumbledore was willing to stay here.

"So, what's the problem, Fanlin?" Dumbledore said kindly, "it's not a good idea to leave Harry behind and stay here."

"I just want to be sure." "I mean, have you decided?"

"Decide what?"

"About the plans ahead." Van Lin shook his head.

"Oh, yes, I have to fade out of Voldemort's sight so that I can do something unexpected." Said Dumbledore.

"But what about Harry?"

"Oh, with you and Sirius What's more, I think it's necessary for me to accompany nicoleme to explore the world behind me

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In fact, for the next few weeks, Harry racked his brains about how he could persuade Slughorn to tell him the true memory, but he didn't think of any good ideas. As the days went by, he was still at a loss doing what he always did: he studied his potion book carefully, hoping that the prince would write something useful in the blank space of the book Sean, these notes have helped Harry do a lot.It gave Harry the illusion that he had never learned anything before.

"You won't find anything on that," said Hermione firmly on Sunday night.

Hermione is still hostile to the Half Blood Prince.

"Don't whine, Hermione," said Harry. "Ron can't sit here now without the prince's book."

"He would, if you listened carefully in Snape's class in grade one." Said Hermione without hesitation.

Harry ignored her. He had just found a mantra scrawled in the margin of the page, and the words "to my enemies" aroused Harry's curiosity. Harry was itching to try the spell right away, but it was better not to do it in front of Hermione.

So he secretly folded the page.

They sat by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room; the only people here were in sixth grade. They just saw a new notice in the bulletin board announcing the date of the phantom test, which made them very excited.

Students who reach the age of seven by April 2 will take the first exam, after which they can choose to sign up for an additional internship, perhaps in Hogsmeade.

As a matter of fact, Ron has been worried since he learned the notice. He hasn't learned how to move his shadow. He is afraid that he can't pass the exam. Hermione has already successfully transformed her image twice, and she is quite confident. But Harry is not 17 years old after four months, so he doesn't have to take the test, so it doesn't matter if he can't move his mind.

As for Fanlin

He had mastered phantom movement in fourth grade. Strictly speaking, he just needed a license.

"At least you've learned the illusion," said Ron nervously. "You'll be ok with that test in July!"

"I've only done it once," Harry reminded Ron, who, in their last class, had done the phantom shift in his circle.

After wasting a lot of time complaining loudly about the phantom shift, Ron began to write a very difficult paper set by Snape, which van Lin and Hermione had already finished.

Harry is sure that his paper will get a low score, because he disagrees with Snape's best defense against Dementors, but he doesn't care: for him, Slughorn's memory is the most important thing.

"Now I'll tell you, that stupid Prince doesn't want to help you with this book, Harry!" Hermione said, her voice even louder, "there is only one way, that is, to cast the soul curse, let others help you to ask him, but it is illegal..."

"Yes, I know, thank you," said Harry, without taking his eyes off the book. "Dumbledore said it was useless to vomit, but there must be another way, using potions or incantations..."

"You're totally wrong," said Hermione. "Only you can get that memory. That's what Dumbledore said. That means no one can convince Slughorn except you. It's not a matter of tricking him into taking a dose of medicine. Anyone can do that... "

"In fact, you just need a few chances, Harry, rather than thinking about potions or soul charms." Said Fanlin, putting down the book of Abraham in his hand.

In the book of Abraham, up to now, even the first few pages of the book of Abraham have not been fully understood. There is a discussion about the stone of the wise.

"But it's hard." Harry shook his head. "I don't know how professor slahorn will give me a memory of him about Voldemort."

"Compared to this, is there anyone who would like to help me with Snape's paper?" Ron said bitterly.

"Maybe lavender can." Said Fanlin.

"Oh, forget it..." Ron has a headache. He hasn't dealt with lavender well. In Hermione's words, there's a good chance for the two to cool off.

Harry looked at the Half Blood Prince's notes for a long time and found nothing useful; now that only four of them were left in the common room, Neville went to bed after finishing Snape's paper.

All around were the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and Ron's feathered strokes to the last paragraph of the paper.

Harry closes the Half Blood Prince's book, yawns, and suddenly --

"crack!" Hermione screamed softly; Ron spilled ink on his paper; and then Harry called, "kretcher!"

The house elf drooped his head and looked at his twisted toes. "The master said he wanted to know what the boy Malfoy was doing, so kretcher came -"

"crack!" Dobby appeared next to kretcher, his tea towel hat askew on his head. "Dobby is here to help, Harry Potter!" It shrieked. He gave kretcher a resentful look.

"Kretcher should have told dobby that he had come to see Harry Potter, so that they could report to Harry Potter together!""How could this happen?" Hermione asked, looking frightened by the sudden appearance of the house elves. "So what's next, Harry?"

Harry hesitated. He had not told Hermione that he had sent kretcher and dobby to follow Malfoy; the house elf was a sensitive subject for her.

"Er Well, they're following Malfoy for me, "he said.

"And day and night," said kretcher in a hoarse voice.

"Dobby hasn't slept in a week, Harry Potter!" Dobby stood there staggering, very proud. Hermione looked very angry.

"You didn't sleep, dobby? But obviously, Harry, you didn't ask him not to... "

"No, of course I didn't," Harry said quickly. "To be sure, I don't feel like I need to talk about it."

"Dobby, of course you can sleep," said Fanling, which is more useful for Harry to use the house elves to track Malfoy, at least than his own silly staring at the map of the living point. "So I don't care what you do, but what do you find?"

"Tell master Al, Malfoy is of noble and pure blood," said kretcher, still hoarse. "His appearance reminds me of my mistress, and his manner is -"

"Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" Dobby said angrily in a sharp voice, "he, he's a bad boy --"

from the tassels on his tea towel to his toes, he ran to the fireplace as if to jump into the fire. Harry didn't fully react, but Vaseline ran over and caught dobby. Dobby struggled for a while, then staggered away.

"Thank you, my master," said dobby, panting. "Dobby finds it hard to speak ill of his old master..."

Vaseline let him go, dobby straightened his tea towel and said to kretcher provocatively, "but kretcher will know that Malfoy is not a good master for a domestic elf!"

"Ha, we don't need to hear about your love for Malfoy," Harry said to kretcher. "It's better to know where Malfoy is going soon."

Kretcher bent down again and said excitedly, "Malfoy, the little master, eats in the huge restaurant and sleeps in Slytherin's dormitory. He has classes in a variety of "

" dobby, you say, "Vaseline interrupted kretcher." has he been to places he shouldn't have been? "

What Malfoy has done, obviously, is not very reliable. Kretcher is a very good servant for the Black family.

"Oh, of course, master Al," dobby shrieked, his big ball eyes flashing in the fire. "According to dobby, the boy named Malfoy didn't violate school rules, but he always avoided us. He goes to the second floor regularly, and every time he goes there with a few different students, they help him keep the wind, when he enters... "

"Myrtle!" Harry slapped himself on the head and suddenly realized. Ron stares at him, and Hermione is a little uncomfortable. She and vaseline have followed Malfoy the day Harry was injured.

"That's where he's hiding, and that's what he's doing No matter what he's doing! I bet that's why he always disappears from the map - let's think, I've never seen Myrtle's toilet here! "

"Maybe the inventor didn't know about this room," said Ron.

"I think it may be because of some magic..." Said Hermione.

"Dobby, have you ever tried to go in and see what Malfoy is doing?" Harry asked eagerly.

"No, Harry Potter, that's impossible," dobby said. "There were guards at the door, and dobby didn't know where they were and disappeared in the toilet."

"Slytherin's chamber of secrets, Harry." Van Lin warns.

"But Malfoy doesn't speak like a snake..." Harry was a little confused. He knew that myrtle's toilet was weird and could not be displayed on the map of the living point, but Slytherin's secret room

"Didn't Dumbledore shut it down?"

"There's always a way to open it, Harry." And don't forget who he's working for

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