Chapter 689 The devil who plays with people's hearts
"On behalf of the wizarding community, I would like to thank you for your efforts." Dumbledore stood up and bowed to Tom and Hermione seriously.
"Professor, you are exaggerating!" Hermione stood up abruptly, expressing that she could not afford Dumbledore's gift.
"No, you deserve this. You have made too many contributions to the wizarding world." Dumbledore said seriously, "You and Yodel have done more to defeat Voldemort than the entire Order of the Phoenix."
Want more."
Hermione was a little embarrassed by Dumbledore's praise. She put her hands behind her back and scratched the ground with her toes.
Seeing her shy look, both Tom and Dumbledore smiled: What a good girl!
The two looked up, looked at each other, and saw the aunt's smile on each other's faces. Both of them were a little embarrassed.
Dumbledore coughed slightly and turned everyone's attention to the locket.
"Since it is Slytherin's relic, I'm afraid I have to ask Snake to open it." He carefully looked at the locket in front of him and tried to open it. After several failures, he came to the conclusion that
Same conclusion as Tom.
"I have to say, Yodel, you are really a wizard with a keen sense of smell." Dumbledore praised Tom meaningfully.
"Everyone has his or her own talent, that's all." Tom Han said.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, and did not continue to delve into Tom's problem. He turned to whisper: "If it is Snake, then we may need his help - or who among you will say
Are you talking like a snake?"
Tom knew how to tell, but after he struggled for a moment, he still chose not to confess to Dumbledore. Although Hermione trusted Dumbledore, when she saw that her boyfriend had no intention of confessing, she kept her mouth shut.
"Please wait a moment." Seeing no response from the two of them, Dumbledore had to stand up from his chair and walked out of the office. After a while, he came back with Harry.
"Professor, I don't understand-" Harry was a little confused. He didn't know why Dumbledore suddenly found him and brought him here.
Then he saw Tom, Hermione, and also noticed the locket on Dumbledore's table.
"Harry, I need you to do me a little favor." Dumbledore asked Harry to sit across from him and spoke to him in a very gentle tone, "I want you to look at this locket and put the letter S on it.
Imagine being a snake and say to it: Open."
This request was absurd and uninhibited, but since it was Dumbledore's request, Harry wouldn't say anything even if he was confused.
He stared at the gleaming "S" and imagined it as a small snake coiled on a stone.
[What am I doing? Can I really do it?] A series of questions flashed through Harry's mind. He felt that he looked a bit stupid now. At the same time, he also hoped that whether it was Dumbledore or Yodel, even if
Hermione might as well be the one who could explain it to him afterwards.
While his mind was in a mess, he also stared at the locket in front of him. A strange emotion rose in his heart: he seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat inside the locket.
It's alive?!
Harry was startled by this idea. He tried hard to convince himself that this was impossible, but as time passed, he became more and more convinced of his idea, and the heartbeat in the box became more and more obvious.
In the locket, something seemed to be moving uneasily, and the heartbeat in the locket became clearer...
This emotion infected Harry, causing goose bumps all over his back. He also felt a little nervous for no reason, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for the little life in the box.
[It was locked in a small box and never saw the light of day. Today we have to strip off its protection and expose it to everyone’s view...]
"Harry, are you okay?" Dumbledore's voice came from far away, suddenly waking Harry up and pulling him out of his strange mood.
"Professor...I..." Harry then noticed that his back was wet with sweat, and drops of cold sweat were dripping from his temples.
At this time, the wall clock on the wall showed that a quarter of an hour had passed.
Tom and Hermione watched the whole process. They watched with their own eyes as Harry became distracted little by little, and then beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke that Harry came back to his senses.
"Professor Dumbledore, I feel like that thing is alive." After the sweat on his body subsided, Harry looked at the locket with some fear, wanting to seek some help from Dumbledore.
"In a sense, there is nothing wrong with your feelings." Dumbledore's voice had a magical power that could calm people's minds. After Harry heard his voice, his whole mood became inexplicably calm.
When I got down, I no longer had the weird feeling of anxiety I had just now.
"There is indeed something resembling life in the locket, but I can assure you that it is not an innocent, innocent existence. I hope you will help me open this box and let us destroy it." Dumbledore walked to the desk.
Take the Sorting Hat off the shelf next to it.
"Me?" Harry pointed at himself in disbelief and asked, "Why me?"
He said it very tactfully. What Harry really meant was that among the three people in this room, who is not better than me? Why should I, a half-hearted person, open the box?
"Harry, believe in yourself, you are special." Dumbledore looked at Harry, his eyes full of love, trust and encouragement.
Harry was inspired by this look and looked at the locket again.
This time, there was more movement in the locket, and that feeling of anxiety appeared in Harry's heart again. Only this time, Dumbledore stretched out his left hand and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore in confusion. Dumbledore smiled at him and asked him to focus on the letter.
Being interrupted by Dumbledore, the anxious mood in Harry's heart immediately dissipated, and he could concentrate on staring at the letter S and imagining it as a small snake.
While Harry was brewing his emotions, Dumbledore pulled Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat and thrust it into Tom's hand.
"Weiwei is not very convenient right now, you go and solve it."
Tom didn't say much, he just stood silently in front of Hermione, ready to go.
Harry looked at the letter, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he felt that the letter seemed to be moving.
"...Open!" he said. But what he spit out was not an English word, but a hissing roar.
The small gold knob on the locket popped open with a click, exposing the delicate lining inside. The contents of the box make people feel sick just looking at them, because there are two moving eyeballs inside!
The eyeballs are dark and bright, just like Tom Riddle's eyes when he was young. Of course, these bright eyes not only look like Riddle's, but also...
The moment she saw the eyeballs, Hermione even had the illusion of seeing Tom's eyes. But she quickly realized that these were definitely not Tom's eyes, because he would never look at her with that look!
It was a cold, heartless look, as if the owner of the eyeballs didn't understand human emotions at all.
After being exposed to the air, his eyes began to move crazily, as if he wanted to escape from the locket, but was blocked by the decoration that looked like a small colored glass window inside.
"Crush it!" Dumbledore shouted. He stepped forward and pressed the locket firmly on the table.
Tom obeyed Dumbledore's order, walked to the locket, and hung the tip of the sword above his eyeballs.
He could destroy the Horcrux in front of him with just a flick of the sword tip.
"Tom?" A surprised voice floated out from the locket, and then there was a hint of crying in the voice: "Is it Tom?"
Tom was startled, that voice actually belonged to Hermione!
The next moment, the pair of eyes changed and turned into the appearance of Hermione's eyes.
Looking at those brown eyes, the sword in Tom's hand became heavy and his arms became stiff and uncontrollable.
"Save me!" Hermione's voice in the locket was full of panic: "The Hermione outside is fake! That monster replaced me! She took away my body!"
Standing behind Tom, Hermione's eyes widened. She never expected that the remnant spirit of Voldemort in the locket could actually say such words.
This is just a simple alienation plot, Tom won't be fooled... maybe? Hermione doesn't have much confidence in Tom, she knows that this boy's IQ will be close to zero when it comes to some issues.
"This..." Tom swallowed.
"Save me!" Hermione in the locket already had a crying tone in her voice, "I shouldn't have secretly touched that box behind your back!"
"Tom, stab!" Dumbledore shouted, his voice echoing in the office.
"Professor Dumbledore, I am Granger!" Hermione in the locket was so flustered that she could not speak coherently. "I, that guy outside is fake! Don't be fooled by her!"
Hermione, who was standing behind Tom, couldn't bear it any longer. She shouted angrily: "It's too much! You are spitting blood, Tom, hurry up -"
Hermione closed her mouth because she saw Tom's eyes filled with the emotion called doubt, and his heart was disturbed in a few words.
"Yordle, there is no such spell in the wizarding world that can silently replace a person's soul." Dumbledore persuaded Harry from the side.
"That's Lord Voldemort's magic, what's impossible?" Hermione in the locket shouted anxiously.
Tom was silent, a trace of blood-red flashed in his eyes.
Seeing Tom like this, Hermione and Dumbledore both shut their mouths, knowing that anything they said now would only have the opposite effect.
The two of them and Harry looked at Tom anxiously, watching the big beads of sweat appear on his forehead.
"Save me out, I'll be with you -" Hermione in the locket was still chattering.
"That's enough!" Tom roared angrily, and then the sword flashed, and an extremely loud metal collision sounded in the office, followed by a scream with a very long tail.
Dumbledore quickly stepped back and took out his wand from his robe, but nothing happened next. The only sound in the whole principal's office was Tom's heavy breathing.
Hermione saw that the locket on the table had been pierced horizontally by Gryffindor's sword. Tom's hand was so strong that the tip of the sword penetrated the locket and the remaining force remained, piercing the table below.
"Hermione would never add the word "sir" when calling Voldemort." Tom said in a trembling voice after several big gasps. [Note]
He let go of the hilt of the sword and straightened up, his spine making a few crisp sounds.
The sword strike just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
He turned to look at Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione, and showed a weak smile: "Fortunately, it was negligent, otherwise I might not be able to get out..."
Hermione took two steps forward, hugged him, and let him collapse in her arms.
"It's okay, it's all over." She hugged Tom's head and said in his ear: "You are really the bravest warrior!"
"I assure you with my soul that Miss Granger has not been replaced by anything weird." Dumbledore said with a smile. He came to the edge of the table and watched as she was smashed into pieces, with wisps of hair coming out.
Qing Yan's locket and the damaged table made a comment: "You have strong hands."
Dumbledore reached out and pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, and found that it was very stuck. He pulled it out hard and it didn't move at all.
Harry stood quietly aside, remaining silent, trying to reduce his presence.
"He is simply a devil who plays with people's hearts!" Tom said angrily.
"Yes, he is such a person, good at finding loopholes and weaknesses in people's hearts. I should be glad that he is now obsessed with the power brought by black magic and has forgotten these abilities." Dumbledore agreed with Tom's words, and he took out
Just put your wand on the hilt, and the sword would jump out of the table.
"I won't let you pay for my table," Dumbledore winked and said something witty, "Okay, you go back first. I believe Mr. Yoder needs a good rest."
Dumbledore was right, Tom, who had been tortured deeply by Voldemort, needed to cultivate himself.
Hermione helped Tom and a worried Harry walk out of Dumbledore's office.
"Harry, I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but now is not a good time - what about tomorrow? We'll tell you what's going on."
Seeing Harry's hesitant expression, Hermione understood what he meant, but now was obviously not a good time to speak, so she could only apologize and ask him to come back tomorrow.
"Okay." Harry glanced at the weak Tom, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and said that it was understandable, and he could wait until tomorrow to talk to them again.
"Thank you." Hermione helped Tom walk away.
She took Tom to the front of the Room of Requirement.
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Note: Voldemort's English name is Voldemort. Generally, Death Eaters will say Lord Voldemort, but Dumbledore will definitely not add the prefix Lord if he dares to say his name.