A secret is a secret because only a very few people know it.
If 11 people knew...
It's good that the six kids know, but the real problem is Hagrid, who can't keep the secret.
Look at him wiping away tears and blowing his nose; everyone present knows that once he leaves this door, he will tell Harry everything.
If they don't say it now, they will say it sooner or later.
Rather than being misunderstood as deliberately concealing something, it's better to speak openly and honestly.
Twelve years old is a sensitive age.
Children aged 2 to 3 are in their rebellious phase;
Children aged 7 to 9 are in their rebellious phase.
The period from 12 to 18 years old is the rebellious period of adolescence.
If good intentions are misinterpreted as malice, Dumbledore might have one more thing to regret.
Owl Court Club Room.
When Hagrid appeared with red-rimmed eyes, Harry already sensed that something big was about to happen.
The matter escalated to a very serious level when he blew his nose and tried to get Ron to join him.
As the three of them stepped out the door, a pair of small eyes peered through the crack in the door across the way, which wasn't fully closed.
What's that Big Dummy guarding the hunting grounds up to?
She's such a grown-up, yet she's still crying and sobbing.
The key issue is that if Potter and Red Skunk are brought upstairs, one of them might get kicked out of school.
His bad mood, which had started yesterday, vanished completely, and he was about to burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha—"
Seamus, who was playing cards near the door, accidentally dropped the Fudge cards that he had hidden so carefully.
Dean grinned wickedly and played an Abraxas Malfoy Malfoy card.
The chibi-style Fudge, who was giving a speech on the table, suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed as if he were having a seizure.
"Despicable!" Seamus cursed. "You're a complete bastard! How could you put this piece of trash in your deck!"
"Tsk tsk tsk—" Dean shook his head regretfully, "I don't care if he's a scoundrel or not, as long as his abilities are useful."
Seamus angrily pointed at the other side, where laughter was still coming from, "Listen to this, that bastard's grandson has gone mad. He must have done something heinous and is now getting his comeuppance."
"That makes sense."
"Right, this round doesn't count. Hurry up and take the dog out of the deck."
Dean isn't stupid; he definitely won't agree.
He won in the end, a victory that was somewhat "tragic".
Davis was stunned when he played Gwent for the first time.
Playing cards all the way to the tournament stage can not only stimulate your brain but also provide some physical exercise.
Especially after joining the Ministry of Ministry of Magic, even Percy, who sat opposite him, became obsessed.
"Strange, why aren't they here?"
"Who?"
"The cadres other than you."
Percy, belatedly realizing what was happening, stood up, glanced around the Club Room, and then sat back down.
"Your college's Qiu Zhang is one of the two brand ambassadors for the new version of Gwent."
Davis turned his head and saw Qiu making some flyers and occasionally feeding another spokesperson.
His lips trembled slightly. "Um, have you noticed it's gotten fatter again?"
Percy shrugged dismissively. "Gu Gu's status in the club is higher than the president's."
If we absolutely have to talk about membership fees, it would only be the small snacks we give it.
"I see." Davis awkwardly patted his pocket. "Do you know what it usually likes to eat?"
"Here—" Percy pulled out a field mouse card. "Remember to wash it before feeding it; it and Vincent are both mild germaphobes."
Davis nodded seriously. "Let's stop talking now and start the next game."
The new version of Gwent is still very appealing.
The entire card is exquisite and high-quality, and the applied Transfiguration has been changed to a more cartoonish style.
Boys like thrilling and exciting games, while girls like cute and adorable styles.
Once it officially goes on sale in Diagon Alley at the end of the month, it will surely attract wizards of all ages.
Headmaster's Office.
Ron's jaw looked like it was dislocated the whole time.
Tom Marvolo Riddle – I am Voldemort
Horcrux are indestructible—the soul is immortal.
The important thing is that lightning bolt-shaped scar.
Twelve years ago, it is highly likely that Voldemort unknowingly severed a fragment of his soul when he killed the Potters, which then entered Harry's body through the scar.
The Parseltongue is most likely due to this fragment, while the burning sensation on the scar could be a sign of intense emotional fluctuations in the original body.
"My old friend didn't explicitly say whether a human body could become Horcrux, but according to him..."
Dumbledore's choice of words is full of uncertainty.
But according to Slughorn's own words, Horcrux can be anything in the world.
Harry trembled as he clutched his own shoulders, his beautiful green eyes filled with unease.
If it's something uncertain, there's no need to call him over.
Hagrid was still sobbing softly; Dumbledore just wanted to make him feel a little better.
"Professor, if we destroy the fragments of Voldemort's soul, will the Horcrux also be destroyed?"
Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but instead glanced at Vincent was staring intently at a portrait of a headmaster who was pretending to be asleep.
He had experienced near-death, a state in which the soul leaves the body and is no longer bound by time and space.
In that brief moment, it could create the illusion that Harry was dead.
"Tom will likely cast a powerful protective spell on each Horcrux." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and met Harry's uneasy eyes.
"But Harry, you are not Horcrux in the true sense; you are a living, thinking person."
Vincent rubbed his eyes, which were dry from staring at them.
After all this hinting, anyone should be able to see that it was Phineas who was instigating him.
This most unpopular headmaster in history initially claimed that the small bottle contained Dumbledore's secret.
When asked what it was, he wouldn't say; he just kept talking about what he saw.
Since they've generously shared how to use the Pensieve, I'll reluctantly take a look.
Vincent had originally planned to go by himself, but the other six pairs of big eyes were filled with curiosity.
One person's head was so big that it took a long time to squeeze it all in.
Do you have any ideas?
He lowered his hands, which were rubbing his eyes, and shook his head at Hermione in front of him.
"The success rate is not high, and if it fails, Harry's soul will be taken to a very, very far place."
"You tried it before? That's why you were able to see the Thestral?"
"Yes," Vincent, lowering his voice as much as possible. "Don't even think about experiencing it alone. There's only one wizard in the world who can control it perfectly."
Hermione looked past him and at Dumbledore, who was giving Harry psychological counseling.
"Harry, for a person of sound mind, death is just another great adventure."
Tom was afraid of death, so he chose to fly away—that is, to escape.
The cost is that the soul becomes increasingly unstable. If Harry were to enter a near-death state, the fragment that entered his body through the scar would still be very likely to be destroyed.