Oh No, I've Become a Horcrux! (Second Update, 4,000 Words)

This is the same Charms I developed with Veratia back then, and the flame is the legendary eternal flame— the Gubraithian Fire!

To control this flame, Harry put in unimaginable effort and sweat.

"Protego Gubraithian (Protego Gubraithian)!"

Harry chanted the spell, and the flames burned even brighter.

This is a flame that can burn forever without needing fuel!

Voldemort's eyes widened instantly. He stared at Harry in shock, never imagining that a first-year student could use such advanced magic.

The last time I heard of Charms that uses fire as a shield was... I heard it was the signature Charms of Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard who was defeated by Dumbledore.

but...

Grindelwald's flames are Fiendfyre.

And the flame of this Potter before me... is the Gubraithian Fire.

The Gubraithian Fire, also known as the Eternal Flame, is a magically enchanted flame that can burn forever.

This is a very advanced form of magic, as only a very few wizards can perform it.

Most importantly, this is not Dark Arts.

This Charms is too profound, and there is no plan to teach Charms to students in Hogwarts ' textbooks.

Even a hundred years ago, almost no students mastered the Gubraithian Fire.

Harry gradually mastered this fire by studying the Charms that Cassandra took from the Malfoy family library.

The idea of using the Gubraithian Fire for protection was Verathea's.

Using this eternal fire instead of Shield Charm is extremely effective.

Voldemort's Fiendfyre Fire Serpent thrashed its head wildly, trying to break through Harry's fire barrier, but it couldn't budge it an inch.

With the Philosopher's Stone as his backing, Harry's Charms have become so powerful that they are beyond the reach of most.

As the energy of the Philosopher's Stone gradually faded, Harry felt his instincts growing stronger, as if they were about to break free from his physical constraints and burst forth.

He followed his instincts, swung his wand, and turned a stone block beside him into a Explosive Barrel, which he hurled at Voldemort.

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat. He conjured a Shield Charm, but the Explosive Barrel was detonated, and the shockwave sent him staggering back a few steps.

Harry seized the opportunity and unleashed a Disarming Charm at the staggering Voldemort.

As expected of the formidable Dark Wizard, even in this critical moment, Voldemort calmly used his wand to break the Charms and then delivered a Cruciatus Curse to Harry.

The Gubraithian Fire swept through, completely devouring the incoming Cruciatus Curse.

Harry flicked his wand, and thunder began to rumble above Voldemort.

"What kind of Charms is this?!" Voldemort had a bad feeling and retreated quickly, but the thunder still followed him like a leech.

Left with no other option, he could only strengthen the defenses above.

Unfortunately, he was just a remnant soul, using Quirrell's lifeless body, and was unable to exert even a tenth of his own power.

Voldemort's bad premonition grew stronger. He cast a Killing Curse on Harry, then turned into black smoke and left Quirrell's body.

In that instant, a dazzling bolt of lightning struck Quirrell's body.

Quirrell's mangled body, ravaged by lightning, instantly turned pitch black, as if it had been subjected to a high-voltage electric shock.

Harry aimed his wand at Voldemort's remaining soul, and just as he was about to cast a Charms, an Grim premonition suddenly arose, and a tingling sensation ran from his neck to the back of his head.

He quickly rolled on the spot, and then heard a sound.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green light grazed Harry's body and struck the ground, but did nothing.

Harry quickly turned around, Voldemort's remnant soul seized the opportunity to escape in a gust of wind.

He looked around but couldn't find where or who had cast the Charms.

The attacker who cast the Charms didn't seem to intend to attack him further.

Harry dared not let his guard down. He flicked his wand upwards slightly, and the flickering Gubraithian Fire increased the area of protection.

"Revelio (The Revealing Charm)!"

There was still no reaction; Harry could not detect the presence of any hostile life forms.

At the same time, he finally absorbed all the energy from the Philosopher's Stone.

A wave of dizziness washed over Harry, and he felt the world spinning around him before he staggered and fell onto Quirrell's body.

The charred Professor Quirrell instantly crumbled into dust upon touching Harry's body.

Before he lost consciousness, he used his last bit of strength to throw the Dark Wizard's wand into the flames.

Harry did not remove the protection of the Gubraithian Fire, but what he did not know was that the person who had cast the Killing Curse on him had already left the basement.

However, Voldemort was not so lucky. When he emerged from the basement and reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he ran into a Slytherin Beauty Ghost with long, black hair.

He instinctively felt that the person was familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The ghost pounced without warning, tearing off a large piece from his soul, which had turned into black mist.

"Who... who are you?!" Voldemort asked incredulously.

The ghost didn't respond. After tearing off three large pieces of soul fragments, it finally revealed a satisfied smile and beckoned to the side.

A Notebook that Voldemort knew all too well appeared before him.

"No... how could this be!"

Of course he knew about this Notebook.

This is his diary from back then!

After learning about Cassandra's deeds from Abraxas Malfoy, he used Transfiguration to disguise the Horcrux diary in a female style and signed it with the fake name C. C. Malfoy.

The purpose was to ensure that Malfoy Manor carefully preserved this Horcrux, keeping the diary safe and sound without anyone knowing.

After that, he also gave another identical diary to Lucius Malfoy, his most loyal servant, and asked him to keep it safe.

But why... is this real Horcrux here?

Before he could think it through, the ghostly beauty crumpled his soul mist into a ball and pressed it into the diary.

[Oh no, I've become Horcrux!]

This was Voldemort's final thought.

Then, he lost consciousness.

The Notebook returned to its dilapidated state before it was Transfiguration, a vortex appeared around it, and it disappeared Silencio from the spot.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he was met with a pair of crescent-shaped lenses.

It was Dumbledore, who was looking at him with a smile.

"Good morning, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Professor," Harry said, looking around.

He lay on a hospital bed covered with clean white linen sheets, with a mountain of candy piled up on the table next to him, as if half a candy store had been moved there.

To his left lay the unconscious Seamus and Ron.

"These are all gifts from your friends and admirers," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Your stopping Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and secrets always spread quickly, so naturally the whole school knows about it—as far as I know, your friends Fred and George even gave you a toilet seat."

"They were clearly trying to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey thought it was unhygienic and confiscated it."

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud; he really couldn't understand what the point of giving away a toilet seat was—maybe he just wanted to have a laugh.

"How many days have I been lying here?" Harry asked.

"One night," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I thought you'd be lying there for a long time, but I didn't expect you to wake up before the other two."

Dumbledore was undoubtedly referring to Ron and Seamus, who were lying to the side.

"But Quirrell..." Harry frowned, not finishing his sentence.

He wanted to ask Dumbledore if he knew how Quirrell died, but he was also a little guilty.

Dumbledore smiled gently and said to Harry, "It seems the fire protection I left behind has served its purpose, at least it protected you quite well—besides, I had to conjure a broom to clean up Professor Quirrell's remnants..."

"So what exactly happened?" Harry asked, slightly relieved but still puzzled.

"It is love," Dumbledore said gently. "Your mother died to save you, and if there's anything Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He didn't realize that the kind of intense love your mother had for you would leave its mark on you."

"It's not a scar, not a visible mark... Being loved so deeply by someone, even though that person is dead, will leave us with an eternal talisman, hidden in your skin."

"That's why Quirrell can't touch you. His heart is filled with hatred, greed, and ambition. He sold his soul to Voldemort. It would be unbearable for him to touch someone who bears such a beautiful mark."

Harry was stunned for a moment.

No wonder...

No wonder Veratia told him in front of Slytherin's Study that he had a very strong protective Charms, and that the Cruciatus Curse wouldn't affect him at all...

He initially thought that Veratia couldn't bear to use the Cruciatus Curse on him, but he didn't expect... she was telling the truth.

For the first time in his life, Harry felt his mother was so close to him.

"Mom..." he murmured, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but pretended to be very interested in a little bird outside the window.

Harry took the opportunity to wipe away his tears, forcing himself to suppress his sobs, and asked Dumbledore.

"I heard from Voldemort that Professor Quirrell once asked you for help, but you ignored him?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said to Harry, "I'm sorry, Harry, even though I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts, there are things I cannot do—he willingly dedicated himself to Voldemort, and even if he had a moment of regret, it could very well have been part of his and Voldemort's evil plan... I'm glad you asked me this, but I still have to say that even if he truly repented, there's nothing I can do to help him, because his fate was sealed the moment he chose to help Voldemort."

"I understand you, Professor," Harry nodded sincerely.

Having learned of the Dark Wizard's cunning and treacherous nature, he couldn't possibly harbor any saintly thoughts.

If this junior had believed Quirrell, he wouldn't have become the greatest White Wizard in the world.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Harry said again, "I feel Philosopher's Stone energy flowing into my body... Professor, is the Philosopher's Stone alright?"

"Oh, the Philosopher's Stone..." Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder. "The Philosopher's Stone is no longer usable—and I must remind you, you should stay here and observe for a few more days. In principle, a young wizard like you absorbing all the energy of the Philosopher's Stone would explode, I mean, literally explode."

"But I'm still alive and well, aren't I?" Harry smiled, without a trace of worry.

"Personally, I think it's like this... Oh, not only that, I'm more inclined to believe that the Charms Lily left you absorbed all the energy of the Philosopher's Stone —because I have a vague feeling that your defenses are stronger." Dumbledore sighed, "She's a genius witch, and only she could have learned such profound Ancient Charm."

Harry breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, feeling that the Headmaster's overthinking had saved him a lot of trouble.

"You don't know how, Professor?" Harry asked, looking up at him with a cute expression.

"A person without Ancient Magic talent will never be able to learn any Ancient Magic in their lifetime." A wise glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes behind his Half-moon Spectacles.

Harry had a feeling that the Headmaster in front of him seemed to have noticed something.

Then he remembered the Flamel couple and asked, "Professor, the Philosopher's Stone... Mr. LeMay..."

"Don't worry, Nicolas has plenty of the Elixir of Life." Dumbledore winked at Harry. "Besides, we were planning to destroy the Philosopher's Stone after all this was over, so you don't need to worry."

"One last question, Professor." Harry pondered for a moment, then asked directly, "I have a feeling... you're intentionally leading me to the basement? To confront Professor Quirrell... or rather, Voldemort?"

"Harry..." A hint of surprise flashed across Dumbledore's eyes; he seemed not to have expected Harry to ask him so directly.

He reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, saying, "Harry, when Voldemort returns, everyone has two choices— to Chen Fu to his reign of terror, or to die resisting."

"But more than ten years ago, you made him lose face and even clung to him like a parasite—believe me, he's a vengeful person, and in this world, there's only you... he had no other choice."

"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded emphatically.

"Alright, you've asked enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these candies."

Dumbledore stood up and casually picked up a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the table.

"Ah! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was so unlucky when I was young, I accidentally ate one that tasted really bad, and I guess I haven't liked this product much since—but I think it's always safest to choose a toffee flavor, don't you think?"

"I suggest you choose another one," Harry said sincerely.

Dumbledore readily put the bean back and then picked up another one and popped it into his mouth.

"Very good, chocolate flavor," he said with a smile.