Chapter 252: How to Repair a Split Soul

"Very good, thank you all for your cooperation."

After Ollivander checked Harry's wand, Dumbledore stood up from the referee's table and said to everyone present.

"Now you can go back to class...Oh, maybe it's more appropriate to go directly to the auditorium to eat. They will end get out of class soon anyway."

As he spoke, he winked playfully at the five warriors.

Harry, who had been feeling very depressed, finally felt that something good had happened today.

He stood up and prepared to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo!" Bagman patted his thigh in sudden realization and shouted excitedly, "The referee, safety officer and warrior took a photo together. What do you think, Rita?"

"Well - okay, let's take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes constantly wandering over Dracula, Klum, and Harry, the people who are most likely to make big news, "Maybe later I’ll take some single photos later.”

Taking pictures took a long time.

No matter where Madame Maxime stood, she would easily block others, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand very far away, making it difficult for her to be included in the shot.

Finally she sat down and the others stood around her.

Karkaroff kept twirling his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it up; Cedric shyly showed a handsome smile to the camera; Fleur shook her hair and smiled stunningly …

Somewhat surprisingly, people originally thought that Krum would be used to things like taking pictures, but they didn't expect that he was hiding behind everyone.

The photographer seemed particularly eager to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and insisted that Dracula, Harry and Krum be given more prominent positions.

Then, she insisted on taking individual photos of the referees, safety personnel and warriors one by one.

However, Dracula ignored him completely and turned around and left the room. She had no choice but to turn her attention to the "bullying" Harry and Krum, and took photos of each warrior.

After a long time, the warriors finally got out.

By the time they arrived at the auditorium, the students who were originally in the classroom had already finished their meals.

For Harry, this only happy thing seemed to have turned into a bit of a disaster.

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After Dracula left the room where the interview was arranged, he walked straight to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant teacher assigned to Riddle, not far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Opening the door, a handsome black-haired young man was reading a book. When he saw Dracula's arrival, he showed a somewhat surprised expression.

"Professor Dracula, aren't you dealing with the Four Wizard Tournament? Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" Riddle stood up and asked, "Today's students' homework has been marked. Do you need to take a look? "

He put down the book in his hand, picked up a thick, neat pile of parchment from the desk by the window, and handed it to Dracula.

"I'm not here to check your work." Dracula waved his hand and pushed the homework back.

If it weren't for the connection between Harry's wand and Voldemort, which made Dracula suddenly think of his assistant, he might have largely ignored Riddle.

This assistant teacher who was very hastily found from the diary at that time has become extremely low-key since he was trying to find the remains of Slytherin last school year and was discovered by Dracula.

Every day, he just assigned and corrected the homework of the little wizards conscientiously, gave demonstrations in class when necessary, and occasionally served as a sparring partner in the duel club...

In addition to working time, Riddle has been reading books and reading different magic books... According to him, he only has the memory of Voldemort before he was 16 years old, and his accumulation of magical knowledge is far from enough, and he must continue to learn.

This is simply a speech from a model student.

Of course, Dracula had no reason to stop him from continuing his studies. After all, he had done a very good job as a teaching assistant, and even a harsh professor like Snape could not fault him.

Of course, Dracula had no intention of finding fault.

Only by having a reliable teaching assistant who can handle all the trivial and troublesome matters of being a professor can you have the opportunity to have fun! Why not do it?

Dracula turned his attention back to his eyes and looked at the book that Riddle had just placed on the desk.

This is a rather thick tome, with a faded black leather cover and a series of letters in a strange font written on it——

"The Secret of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".

"Cutting-edge black magic? It's quite bragging. How does this book read?" Dracula picked up the tome casually and opened the first page.

Before Riddle could remind him, a ferocious black skull suddenly emerged from the title page of the book, let out a piercing scream, and rushed towards Dracula's eyes.

However, before Dracula could react, the skull seemed to be frightened and immediately turned around to return to the page.

The next moment, two slender fingers pinched the black mist on the back of the skull and lifted it in front of him like a puppy.

"Interesting, is this a dark magic trap set by the author of this book?"

Dracula looked at the skull with great interest. He felt that the image of the skull in the Dark Mark was taken from here.

"Let's see... the mist should be a bluff, and it mainly adds a mental impact."

Dracula said to himself, "Oh, is the author of this black magic book actually a good person? A wizard who is not mentally strong enough to withstand the black magic in this book will be frightened by this skull and do this. What is the effect of the warning?”

Riddle was watching this scene with a face of shame. He always felt that even though he had worked hard and made progress, he was still not from the same world as this professor.

He had to be prepared every time he opened this book, so as not to be mentally affected by the skull and reduce his learning efficiency in the following time.

...But to Dracula, this skull is as weak and harmless as a young puppy, let alone being affected mentally.

"Professor Dracula, I guess this author cannot be said to be a good person. He is very arrogant..." Riddle said, "In my opinion, the author probably thinks that wizards who are not powerful enough are not qualified to read his works."

"Ha, if that's the case, that's really arrogant." Dracula sneered, shook his head, and started to turn the book back.

This tome is worthy of the name "Advanced Black Magic Revealed". The various black magics in it are well organized and precise, and there are very few errors or omissions.

It contains a large number of evil magical files, as well as various examples of sinful experiments.

It can be seen that the author who wrote this book cannot be a good person in the literal sense, otherwise he would not be so fond of these evil examples.

Riddle watched Dracula's movements nervously, hoping that his reading speed could skip some of the important information...

However, what he least wanted to see happened eventually.

When Dracula turned to a certain page, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Horcrux?" Dracula raised his eyes and looked at Riddle with a half-smile, "Is this the main reason why you read this book?"

It is rare. Even with Dracula's experience, it is rare to see books containing specific information about Horcruxes.

But this book "Secrets of Advanced Black Magic" also covers the process of making Horcruxes, the impact of Horcruxes on the soul of the creator, and the methods of repairing the soul...

"Can the soul be repaired?" Dracula said softly.

"Yes, it is written in the book that... only through regret can a divided soul be repaired." Riddle nodded slowly and said, "This process is painful and may be fatal."

"I remember that you have absorbed soul fragments from other Horcruxes before." Dracula frowned, "If I remember correctly, it was the one from Royina's crown."

"Isn't this method of merging souls a kind of repair? I don't think you have any regrets."

"Yes, this fusion only relies on the characteristics of my special Horcrux, and it does not repair the soul." Riddle was silent for a moment, and then said with some distress, "So I can't exert the power of all Horcruxes. .”

"And I don't know how many Horcruxes that person has made. When I face him again in the future, I don't know if I can have the upper hand in terms of soul strength."

Having said this, he looked at Dracula with burning eyes, "Professor Dracula, you must still have Horcruxes there, right? I can feel it from time to time!"

"Are you talking about... this?" Dracula took out a locket from his pocket and played with it casually.

It was a golden locket with a sparkling green gemstone in the shape of a snake, like a real viper.

"Yes, I can feel that this is another Horcrux of his!" Riddle opened his eyes wide, and an eager expression gradually appeared on his face, "Professor Dracula can allow me to absorb the soul in this Horcrux. Fragments? This way I will be a little more confident against him!"

Dracula suddenly stopped playing with the locket and held the locket firmly in his hand.

"Do you think that with this soul fragment, you can fight Voldemort alone?" He raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile and asked in a light tone.

"I think... there is hope." Riddle took a deep breath, "According to my understanding of myself, if I had to choose, I would divide my soul into seven pieces..."

"There are already two fragments of my own representation and the fragments of Ravenclaw's diadem... If you add the fragment in your hand, Professor, then I already have nearly half of my soul. I just need to find another one." One piece can give you an advantage..."

Voldemort really has another soul in Hogwarts.

Dracula's expression was a little playful, and he unconsciously thought of the fragment on Harry's body.

"Then how can you be sure that the souls split by Voldemort are all of the same strength?" He then asked, "How can you be sure that the soul fragment Voldemort left for himself will not be the largest piece?"

Riddle was stunned.

"So don't think about these tricks. The last word is to improve your strength." Dracula stuffed Slytherin's locket back into his pocket again and patted Riddle on the shoulder.

"When you completely fuse the soul fragments in Luo Yina's crown, I will give you this Horcrux."

His intention is obvious, that is to let Riddle learn to repent and repair his divided soul.

If he really learns to regret one day, then he can rest assured that he can devour all of Voldemort's souls.

But is Riddle really able, or really willing, to learn to regret?

Dracula found it difficult.

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On the Saturday before the first project started, Hogwarts as usual approved students from third grade and above to visit Hogsmeade village.

Harry had been feeling depressed every day for more than half a month. Hermione advised him to take a walk outside the castle, saying that it might make him feel better.

In fact, Harry was eager to go out and relax, and there was no need for her to persuade him.

"But, where is Ron?" Before leaving, he suddenly thought of something, so he asked, "Don't you want to go with him?"

"Oh, that's right..." Hermione blushed slightly, "I think we can meet him at the Three Broomsticks Tavern..."

"No way!" Harry said simply.

Ron took the initiative to quarrel with Harry, and Harry felt that his jealousy was a bit unreasonable, so he simply cut off contact with him.

Now Hermione wants Harry to take the initiative to find Ron, which is of course impossible.

"Oh, Harry, this is so stupid! You two..."

"I will go, but I don't want to meet Ron. I want to put on my invisibility cloak." Harry said angrily.

"Oh, okay then..." Hermione huffed, "but if you were wearing that dress, I wouldn't want to talk to you because I wouldn't be able to tell if I was looking at you."

In this way, Harry put on his invisibility cloak in the dormitory, came downstairs, and set off for Hogsmeade with Hermione.

Harry felt particularly relaxed and at ease under the invisibility cloak, because finally no one looked at him with malicious or suspicious eyes.

As they walked into the village, he watched the other students pass them, most of them wearing badges of support for Cedric Diggory, but no nasty comments were made, and no one pointed out. Light up the words "Potter Stinks".

"People keep looking at me now," Hermione said dissatisfiedly into the air next to her. "They think I'm talking to myself."

They walked to Honeydukes Candy Shop, intending to buy a few chunks of freshly baked cream-filled chocolate to try.

At this moment, from a distance, a boy with fiery red hair hurried towards Hermione.

"Hermione—" the red-haired boy, Ron, said breathlessly, "Something is going wrong. I seem to have just received some news... I think you need to tell Harry this for me. !”

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