Six Horcruxes

After Sasha left, Skylar stared at the map on the table, lost in thought.

Morgan's presence in Northern Europe almost certainly indicates that he has grand ambitions. Logically, Skylar should have gone there personally to ensure that the situation could be controlled, but his intuition told him that it was best not to do so.

There are four archmages at the Dark Lord — Herpo, Voldemort, Morgan le Fay, and Barbarossa. Only Morgan le Fay appeared in the Divination image, which suggests that the other three are most likely engaged in other tasks.

What if this is a diversionary tactic?

The most terrifying scenario is that if four Dark Lords were causing trouble in different places at the same time, how could one possibly defend oneself without any mishaps?

Skylar tapped the location of Hogwarts on the map with his fingers, and the names of Daphne, Cho Chang, Morrie, and Susan slowly appeared, floating in the air above the map.

These four girls represent the most elite fighting force of the Sleeping Dragon Society. In their Magic Wielder Form, they are capable of fighting any Dark Lord, but that state can only be maintained for 15 minutes, and they only have one chance to transform. After the transformation ends, if they fail to severely injure or drive away the enemy, they will be at the mercy of their opponent.

The safest approach is to group the four of them together. If the battle goes against expectations, one of them can cover the retreat of everyone.

Then, Skylar ran his finger across the Ministry of Magic and Knockturn Alley, and the names of the Seven Dragon Fangs appeared one by one.

Among the Seven Dragon Fangs, Hidden Rat and Blood Mastiff were respectively bestowed with the "Evil Hand" and the "Blood of the Mad Beast." After this not-so-short period of growth, although their true combat strength has not yet been tested in actual combat, they are unlikely to be weak. Night Cat and Thousand Charms had received special training from him and had each cultivated their family's secret magic. The former and Eagle Eye were also equipped with alchemical equipment that he had specially designed for them, giving them a clear combat advantage in more complex environments.

According to Skylar's calculations, these five people together are barely enough to fight against a Dark Lord. Moreover, Thousand Charms has many trusted subordinates of the Auror, and Night Cat also has the support of the Nightmare Legion, which contains many powerful individuals who are capable of threatening the Dark Lord, such as the elite Auror Prewett and "Dragon Nightmare Commander" Marlone.

Finally, there's Ella Cottage —where Sarf and the Seven Maidens are—which is even simpler.

Sarf and Viviane already possess the strength of quasi-magicians, Savannah can devise tactics, Natalie can snipe from a distance, Latifa can provide healing, and the remaining Katarin, Gadelle, Elaine each possess their own secret techniques.

These eight people combined are so formidable that even I would have to give them a wide berth, so dealing with a Dark Lord would be a piece of cake for them.

Looking at it this way, assuming they are in one group, Daphne and the others in another, the Seven Dragon Fangs in yet another, Seven Maidens in yet another, even if the four Dark Lord act separately in different locations at the same time, they can barely manage to handle it.

Days passed by.

Although Skylar remained on high alert and prepared, the anticipated crisis never materialized. The Christmas holidays quickly came to an end, and February arrived quietly.

Hogwarts opened Apparition Class, with instructors specially arranged by the Ministry of Magic visiting Hogwarts Castle to teach the class in the Great Hall.

This course lasts twelve weeks, starting every Saturday morning. At the end of the course, there will be a formal exam designed by the Ministry of Magic. Only those who pass the exam will be licensed to implant Apparition into their wands.

Almost all sixth-grade students participated in this course.

March has arrived.

March 8th was the day Gryffindor faced Hufflepuff. Ron finally showed some improvement this time, but Zacharias Smith and Cadwallader on the other side were exceptionally fierce. Under their relentless and aggressive attacks, Ron finally couldn't hold on and was repeatedly scored on.

Cadwallader behaved this way because his family was one of Skylar's vassal families. Under the strict rules designed by Katarin, only by finding a way to make outstanding performances could he earn a higher status and better treatment for his family.

Ginny also had a brilliant performance, and she worked hard to close the gap between the two sides, but her individual ability was limited, and the coordination between her teammates was not smooth enough, which caused Gryffindor to always lag behind Hufflepuff by fifty points.

In the end, Harry once again displayed his extraordinary talent, catching the Golden Snitch and allowing Gryffindor defeat Hufflepuff, finally managing to salvage their hopes of winning the championship.

That night, despite the pain in his left hand, the injured Dumbledore gave Harry another private lesson. Together, they watched the memories of the House Elf Hokey and Dumbledore himself, seeing how Voldemort murdered and stole the Hufflepuff's Cup and the Slytherin's Locket, and how he gradually transformed Voldemort's appearance and led him to corruption.

At the same time, Dumbledore also gave Harry the important task of extracting a memory from Professor Slughorn.

Unlike the original story, there will be no funeral for Aragog the Acromantula in this world (Aragog was killed by Skylar years ago), and Harry will no longer be able to cheat with the Half-Blood Prince's Potions Notes to win Felix Felicis. Therefore, Harry should theoretically be unable to complete the mission successfully.

Fortunately, Harry had Hermione as a wonderful friend—without Skylar as his strongest rival this term, Hermione won the Felix Felicis without any doubt in Professor Slughorn's first Potions.

The next day, when Harry asked Hermione and Ron for help and told them about Dumbledore's task, Hermione generously gave Harry the entire bottle of precious Felix Felicis without hesitation, granting Harry enough luck to complete the mission.

With the help of Felix Felicis, Harry finally succeeded. After the Slug Club party that evening, he used Slughorn's affection and guilt towards Harry's mother to get him to voluntarily hand over his memories.

Having obtained the memory, Harry didn't waste a moment and rushed to the Headmaster's Office, handing it to Dumbledore. The two then entered Slughorn's memory world, where they saw Tom Riddle's questions and inquiries about Horcrux during his student days.

The silvery mist in the Pensieve slowly subsided, like a thin veil blown away by the wind, and the ripples of memory gradually returned to silence.

Slughorn's voice still echoed in his ears, the question deliberately lowered by young Tom Riddle: "Can a person... divide their soul into seven parts?"

These words were like a cold needle, piercing the last vestiges of tranquility in the room.

Dumbledore stood before the Pensieve, his hands resting on the edge of the stone basin, motionless for a long time. The candlelight flickered on the lenses of his Half-moon Spectacles, reflecting two deep blue spots.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and resolute, as if each word had been carefully considered. "Six."

He looked up, staring directly into Harry's eyes. His blue eyes were deeper than usual, as if he could see through reality a path of destruction already paved. He said in a low voice, "Voldemort created six Horcrux."

Harry stood before the desk, his fingertips slightly clenched, yet his chest felt as if it were on fire. He stood there, outwardly quiet and respectful, but inwardly he felt as if something was tearing him apart.

He had waited too long for this moment.

Everything changed after the Triwizard Tournament ended. That year, he was forced to stand in the center of everyone's attention, but instead of flowers and applause, he received only doubt, fear, and accusations.

The halo of Savior did not protect him; instead, it became a heavy signboard that could be thrown to the ground at any moment.

In the days that followed, everything he did was wrong.

In the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's courtroom, he was treated as a lying child; at school, he was seen as a attention-seeking madman; even those who believed him could only offer quiet words of comfort, not daring to speak a word of justice for him.

The semester of fifth grade was a nightmare he didn't want to recall.

He originally thought that creating Dumbledore's Army was an opportunity to prove himself—to prove that he hadn't survived by luck, and that he could truly stand up against the darkness.

The result was a complete and utter humiliation.

Having finally outlasted Umbridge, Harry thought everything would be alright.

But this semester was even worse—he became almost invisible.

In the hallways, at the dining tables, and in the common rooms, only one name was being discussed— Skylar Malfoy; no one remembered him anymore, this "former Savior."

Now, another opportunity has finally presented itself to him—to find Voldemort's Horcrux and prove himself once again.

He struggled to suppress his surging emotions, deliberately mimicking a calm voice as he asked, "Six Horcrux... how can we find them?"

He looked up at Harry. "When the Chamber of Secrets opened a few years ago, it was this diary that controlled Miss Weasley, and it was ultimately destroyed by Skylar Malfoy himself."

Harry nodded slightly, expressionless, the memory like a shadow passing through his heart.

"I've investigated the other four for a long time," Dumbledore continued. "I'm almost certain they are— the Gaunt Family Ring, the Slytherin's Locket, the Hufflepuff's Cup, and the Ravenclaw's Diadem."

He spoke these names in a steady tone, but with a hint of weariness.

"As for the last Horcrux," Dumbledore, "I don't have any reliable leads at the moment."

A brief silence filled the office.

The flames crackled in the fireplace, and Fawkes's feathers trembled slightly high above.

Just then, Harry suddenly took a step forward.

"If you find it," he blurted out urgently, "Can I go with you? I can help—take it down."

As soon as he said it, even he felt his heart race.

Dumbledore did not answer immediately.

He turned around, his blue eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the candlelight, like two bottomless wells. For the first time, Harry saw a rare hesitation in them—not fear of danger, but concern for Harry himself.

"Harry..." Dumbledore began softly, his voice heavier than ever, "You know, Voldemort accidentally embedded a part of his soul into your body on the night you were born. That scar, that occasional pain and whispers... they are all connections."

"He can use those fragments of your soul to peer into your thoughts, influence your emotions, and even... briefly control you at certain times."

Harry instinctively touched the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead; his fingertips were icy cold.

Dumbledore didn't look away and continued, "I had hoped that as you grew up, your mind would become strong enough and pure enough to resist this corruption. But..."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

Ever since Skylar's warning, he had put aside his own schemes and become more concerned about Harry's mental state. Sadly, he realized Skylar was right— Harry had begun to crave power, fame, and fortune, and without his knowledge, Harry had even secretly started practicing dark Dark Arts. This was simply—

He clearly remembered that just a few years ago, Harry stood before that magic mirror that reflected his inner desires, and all he saw was how to defeat Voldemort, without any desire for immortality or wealth. He never imagined that in such a short time, Harry would experience such a collapse of his inner world that he would actually fall into depravity.

All the changes that happened to Harry can be attributed to his own negligence. He was too focused on his plans, and many people had already sacrificed themselves to completely eliminate Voldemort. As a result, he neglected Harry's mental health.

Looking at the hesitant Dumbledore before him, Harry fell into deep thought. He thought of his deceased parents, Sirius Black, and Professor Lupin. A fire rose in his chest and burned all the way to his throat.

"I want to get rid of him, Professor," Harry said softly, his green eyes fixed firmly on Dumbledore's eyes behind his glasses. "It's my destiny, and I must do it."

Dumbledore did not refuse again.

After a long silence, he sighed, a sigh that seemed to weigh down the weight of an entire era.

"If one day," he said slowly, "The circumstances allow, and you are ready, I will not refuse your companionship."

Harry wanted to say something more, but under the gaze of those blue eyes, he ultimately fell silent.

He nodded, as if accepting the decision. However, in that instant when he lowered his head, Dumbledore didn't see—

In those green eyes, what flashed by was not disappointment.

Rather, it was suppressed resentment and longing.

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