Chapter 254 Teaching in a Dream

"You are so stupid that you actually tried to turn the little fairy into a living Horcrux."

"Even without my help, you who have the elf can gradually digest it. I just accelerated the process."

Hearing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"If...if I don't have an elf, assuming that the elf doesn't exist at all, what will happen to me?"

"Such a strange question." Riddle frowned, "Even if there is no elf, the white magic power of love in you has already made it harmless to a certain extent. The only flaw is that your identity as a Horcrux is still retained. You rely on that me to not die, and that me also wanders in the world because of your existence."

"Unless he kills you once with his own hands, you will always have such an ambiguous relationship with that idiot."

(Some wizards who have played Muggle games instantly understood that Harry's health bar as a Horcrux is shared with Voldemort and cannot be unilaterally reset to zero.)

(When the people in the hall heard this, their rejection of Dumbledore was re-emerged A little less. )

(Dumbledore touched his nose and felt a little guilty. In fact, he was just guessing. It turned out that Harry could really survive, and it didn't have to go according to his original plan.)

(In order to be safe, he deliberately let the fake Moody go to school, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to revive. In this way, although Voldemort can be immune to the love spell flowing in Harry's body, it also makes the spell last forever and will not disappear after Harry turns 17.)

(Their relationship is closer, and it is more likely to achieve conjugated immortality, while Voldemort can only kill Harry with his own hands.)

(In this way, Voldemort loses a Horcrux and Harry saves his life. It can be said to be a win-win situation.)

"Is that so." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore didn't want him to commit suicide. It turned out that he still gave him a way to live.

He was really afraid that Dumbledore would not match the brilliant him in his heart.

Fleur and Krum were completely confused about the content of the interaction between the two.

They were only familiar with Voldemort in the world, and they could only understand the rest of the Horcruxes from the content.

Horcruxes are most likely the magic that Voldemort in their world relies on to remain immortal, and Harry was made into a Horcrux.

What they didn't expect was that even though they were not in the same world, Voldemort in this world still recognized him and helped Harry eliminate the hidden danger.

It seems that the difference in the world does not affect the commonality of the soul.

They suddenly thought of Harry and Cedric in this world. Let's not talk about the advantages and disadvantages of this commonality. Can they find Cedric, the only one who has not appeared, through this connection?

They didn't care too much before because Cedric had been playing badly for three months.

If nothing unexpected happened, he should have been playing badly in this world and enjoying life in another world at ease.

They didn't recognize them because they didn't want to be disturbed.

But they were still a little worried about letting a variable exist.

"Are you going to find Cedric?" Harry was a little surprised to hear the two people's thoughts.

As the class was approaching, the classroom was already full of students sitting on the mat with their legs split, making a lot of noise.

He looked at Riddle on the stage and continued with confidence: "Do you think Cedric will contact himself in this world?"

"Yes." Krum nodded, "Because of his contact with Edward Cullen, we were going to find him. It's just a matter of finding out if there are other freshmen who have contacted him, and finding out Cedric's identity in this world."

"It is undoubtedly stupid to leave a warrior out and know nothing about his movements." Fleur agreed.

(Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, that's it. As long as they are in contact, they will become suspicious. They will return to the main line of the mission.")

(The supporters of the other three warriors were extremely excited at this moment. Finally, they finally saw the hope of victory.)

(Voldemort looked at the face that he used to hate, and his heart was surging with unprecedented emotions. Harry, Harry Potter, you must not agree!)

(He knew that even if Harry didn't agree, it would not affect the result, but this feeling could not be stopped.)

"Okay. One more person means more strength." Harry nodded.

(Voldemort: "No!")

At the same time, the class bell officially rang.

The students began to retract their legs and sit cross-legged on the mats, and the noise stopped.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself."

"You should all have learned about the professors, especially after you have the treasure book."

"Let's get straight to the topic itself."

Riddle paused here.

"Dark magic is varied, varied, ever-changing, and never-ending."

"Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster. As soon as you cut off one head, a new head pops up immediately, which is more ferocious and cunning than the original one. What you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible."

"To be precise, it is the embodiment of the dark side of our human nature."

"This is why most of you here will not choose the path of the Dark Fairy. You also need to learn with the students of Slytherin."

"Understanding and delving into the evil of human nature is actually a defense method."

"Only with ugliness can there be beauty. Only with darkness can there be light."

"Understanding dark magic will help you know how to deal with it, restrain it, and avoid going to the abyss."

"But unfortunately, what I want to teach you before is not this."

"What I want to teach you is the Magic Fairy Device - the creation of the Dark God Gunara, the embodiment of your self, the derivative of the source of self and magic."

"The first step is to teach you how to put it away and take it into your body like an elf."

Riddle raised his right hand, "But... I don't like to talk about theoretical things, I prefer to take you to experience it directly."

A ring engraved with a silver Ouroboros with its head and tail connected and decorated with rubies as eyes appeared out of thin air on the ring finger.

(Dumbledore looked at the ring with interest, "Is this Tom's Magic Fairy Device in this world? As above and below, it is both action and inaction. Ouroboros, the head is also the tail, the end is also the beginning, infinite?")

(The ability of this Magic Fairy Device is by no means simple. Infinity represents uncertainty, uncertainty is large, uncertainty is small, and uncertainty is what it is, but it contains huge energy. How to use it to make it finally present what state depends on the Magic Fairy himself.)

[Turn, Infinite Snake]

There was no sound or light flashing.

The next second, everyone in the classroom lost consciousness and fell backwards.

(Hermione touched her chin, "Is this what these cushions are for? To catch students who fall? To experience? To take classes directly in dreams?")

(Ron said enviously, "This is too good. You learned everything after waking up?")

(Ginny looked at her brother with disdain, "It's not that easy, see for yourself.")

The dark screen lit up again.

The four figures appeared, they all returned to their original appearance, and they all closed their eyes.

Fleur was lying among the flowers and green grass, surrounded by a mist.

Krum kept falling, passing through the books, chess, quaffle, kettle, mug, bench and other miscellaneous items hanging in the air, but he never stopped or landed, and he couldn't see the end when he looked down.

Harry appeared in a baby cradle that fit his body shape, and a vague shadow pushed gently, and at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far away outside the door.

(Voldemort blinked. Hey, this place looks familiar.)

(Snape looked at the shadow and froze in place.)

Cedric was lying in an empty room, half of which was brightly lit and the other half was dark. And he was blocking the boundary between light and darkness, half in light and half in shadow.

Cedric was the first to wake up.

He felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy and he couldn't lift them.

Half of his body seemed to be bathed in the spring sunshine, and the other side seemed to be in a cold winter night.

In his left ear, he heard the sound of family and friends talking and playing, and Qiu Zhang's whispers.

In his right ear, he heard a faint rustling sound, accompanied by the roar of wild beasts.

This sense of contradiction almost tore him apart.

("Son!" Amos Diggory exclaimed.)

(The same is true for all other viewers who noticed this scene.)

Because Cedric's feelings were not false.

His body was really torn apart.

However, there was no blood, and there were no dissected organs.

The cross-sections of the two bodies were extremely smooth, covered in black and white.

The black absorbed all the black, and the room on the right disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.

The white released light, occupying the other half of the room with a stronger but softer light, leaving only pure light.

Darkness and light intertwined and collided.

The two bodies also melted into it.

The picture suddenly disappeared.

A pair of eyes appeared in the picture, and then a person.

It was Cedric, and the darkness and light just now were just their pupils and whites of the eyes.

The picture spread from himself as he looked at it.

This was an empty, undecorated hut, with only an old wardrobe, a wooden chair and an iron bed.

A boy sat on a gray blanket, his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading a book in his hands.

(Voldemort narrowed his eyes, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, "I really miss it.")

("Wu's Orphanage!" Dumbledore gripped the armrests of the chair. This was the beginning of everything, the first time he met Tom Riddle, who was still a child.)

The scene shifted to an open book for a moment, which contained not words but pictures of Cedric since he came to this world.

"You finally woke up, Cedric Diggory."

"It's you." Cedric woke up as if from a dream and looked at the boy opposite.

He was simply a smaller version of Tom Riddle.

There was no doubt that he was his own heroic spirit - Tom Riddle.

"\u0026*%￥#@￥\u0026……!"

A voice with electronic noise sounded from Riddle's mouth.

([Plunder! Armor of Sin])

(In the ears of the audience, it was a word of liberation.)

"What are you talking about?" Cedric frowned.

("What happened to him?" Ron hadn't responded yet.)

("Obviously," Hermione was speechless, "he can't hear the liberation words like us.")

"You really can't hear it, it seems it's too early. See you next time."

The black-haired boy closed the page of the book.

The next second, Cedric opened his eyes again.

He propped himself up and looked around.

He had returned to the classroom. Other students were lying on the cushions in an indecent manner. On the podium, Professor Riddle was looking at him with a surprised look.

"You succeeded so quickly."

"What succeeded?"

"You can look at where you put the magic fairy weapon."

"What?" Cedric touched his pocket, and the dagger close to his thigh had disappeared.

But as the thought flashed through his mind, it appeared directly in his hand again.

"The magic fairy weapon has merged with you again. You can make it appear and disappear with just a thought." Riddle explained.

"Disappear?" Cedric followed Riddle's instructions, and sure enough, the next second, the dagger turned into black mist visible to the naked eye and sank into his hand.

"What happened to me just now?" Cedric asked.

"Just now? Didn't it tell you?" Riddle was a little surprised. Normally, the spirit of the weapon would have a lot to say to its master, although most of it was irony and contempt, but it would not be to the point of not saying anything.

"He only said a vague sentence, I couldn't hear it at all. Then he said something too early, and I returned to reality."

"Is that so? That's really interesting. It's telling you the liberation language."

"Liberation language? The spell to liberate the power of the magic fairy weapon? Like the one you just said [Turn, infinite snake]?"

"Yes, that's it. There is such a proactive magic fairy weapon, it seems to want to give you the power actively." The curiosity in Riddle's eyes seemed to be about to overflow, "Generally speaking, magic fairy weapons will think that they are higher, and they are contemptuous of the other self who is lingering in fame and fortune and the acquired world and cannot fully recognize himself."

"I don't know about this." Cedric lowered his head subconsciously.

He thought he knew the reason. His weapon spirit was still the heroic spirit who participated in the competition with his contract. It was normal to want him to be strong and have an advantage in the competition.

If Harry knew Cedric's thoughts, he would definitely want to curse.

At present, Harry was the second of the four warriors to wake up.

He fell out of the cradle, and was flashing the killing curse from another red-haired self frantically.

The green plasma beam could actually ricochet in the room, chasing his direction like a locked missile.

And every time he was hit, he had to wake up from the cradle again.

It was as if time was rewound, back to the time when he just opened his eyes.

"I've had enough! This lunatic!"

Harry only dared to think so in his heart.

If he made a noise, the person who was approaching the door would speed up and push open the door.

He merged with the shadow of his mother beside the cradle, and turned into the dark version of himself who was madly releasing the killing curse.

"What should I do, what should I do."

Harry thought.