Two Teachers

Clearly, the tall wizard was Dumbledore.

Frankenstein's monster is Mad-Eye Moody.

And those remains belonged to Caradoc Dearborn.

In Moody's eyes, he was like a son to his juniors.

In Dumbledore's mind, her status was actually no less than that of Newt's students.

Only a wizard like this is worthy of being a sacrifice for Horcrux, an additive that Voldemort used to forge the Horcrux with his own lack of understanding of emotions.

It's just that his passing was too sudden and too early.

Since the body was never found, almost no one mentioned it.

They hoped he was alive, because those who had retreated and fled abroad and lived in seclusion were unwilling to mention him.

Inside the room, Moody was already lying down beside Caradoc's remains, his dusty hands trembling as he arranged the clothes on the skeleton.

Dumbledore, standing to the side, stared speechlessly at the stains on the velvet cushions of the high stool, whose original color was now indistinguishable.

Once Moody's breathing had calmed down, he looked down at Moody.

Moody didn't look up, but he sensed Dumbledore's gaze through his upward-turning blue Magical Eye. "I—I'm fine."

But I have a question: can you tell me everything Harry Potter told you?

This child cannot die in vain.

Sigh, why can't he be a little more timid?

If only he were Hufflepuff.

It would be so great to run away abroad and hide away right after graduation.

Maybe I can—"

Moody's other normal eye remained fixed on the skeleton before him.

"This is related to Horcrux, Alastor."

Harry is dreaming again.

He infiltrated Voldemort's mind in his dream.

"I saw Voldemort kill the boy Caradoc and make Horcrux," Dumbledore said calmly.

However, his eyes were filled with worry.

Harry wouldn't have known this address if he had only seen the image.

There's only one possibility: Harry and Voldemort's connection has become closer.

In his dream, Harry even brought Voldemort into the dream, which allowed him to obtain the address.

From Harry's perspective, he even killed Caradoc with his own hands.

This is too cruel for Harry.

Dumbledore this concern.

It was completely unexpected that Harry had indeed suffered significant psychological trauma.

But not because of murder, but because he abandoned Bella, whom he had recently fallen in love with.

As for Caradoc, Harry had no interest in him whatsoever.

Moody, who was standing nearby, suddenly said, "Harry also knows the address? — Because of the image?"

I think there's definitely more than that.

I think he desperately needs a course right now— Occlumency— to sever his connection with Voldemort.

Despite his sorrow, he didn't lose his Auror's keen senses and immediately noticed the extra information in Dumbledore's words.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore intrigued.

But when he thought of the magical power that Harry possessed when he saw him recently—a power that was both sacred and terrifying, a mixture of love and hate—he gave up on the idea.

There is absolutely no way that Harry could be controlled by Voldemort.

Dumbledore suddenly found it a bit ridiculous.

Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, whom he saw as an unstable element, found his magic becoming increasingly sacred.

Harry, who was used to prevent Riddle from being corrupted, possesses terrifying and dark magic.

Now, Riddle is the protective lock of the magical world.

Harry is a potential threat that could change.

In particular, he could sense and absorb Voldemort's thoughts.

Voldemort's thinking was shallow, but Harry was still a child after all; what if...

Thinking about this, Dumbledore suddenly realized that the suggestion that person had made not long ago might be a good one.

Grindelwald: I want to meet Harry Potter, the treasure you care about most right now.

Grindelwald's ideas are dangerous to others, but for Harry, who may be influenced by Voldemort, it might be a good thing to fight fire with fire.

Moreover, he could also provide Harry with some guidance to prevent Harry from going down the dark and terrifying path.

Moody: "Do you have other plans?"

He could tell at a glance that Dumbledore didn't intend for Harry to do as he said—to practice Occlumency.

Dumbledore nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay, I have one more question."

What about that Horcrux?

The marks on this velvet must be traces of the Horcrux.

Where did it go?

I wish I were the one to destroy him.

Don't say you don't know. According to you, Harry was Voldemort back then.

"He must know the whereabouts of the Horcrux!" Moody asked immediately afterward.

"It's a pity."

I've seen this Horcrux before, at Grimmauld Place, Number 12, in the Black House's old house.

"It's been reduced to pieces, destroyed by Harry," Dumbledore said regretfully.

He also hoped that the Horcrux was still there.

Then he himself came and destroyed it.

"Are the fragments still there? I—I want to see." Moody suddenly gripped the dusty carpet tightly, extremely nervous.

"It's in my office drawer," Dumbledore said.

Outside Autry Ottery St Catchpole, in the garden of the Burrow, Harry suddenly looked up.

This greatly surprised Ron and the others who were standing nearby.

Harry seemed to be in a very bad mood today.

Even the sapling of his Contract Tree looked a bit wilted.

Harry even instinctively dodged when Ginny tried to kiss him.

Neville volunteered to go shirtless and fight in the valley again to vent his frustration, but Harry refused.

This made Harry mistakenly believe that it was his fault, so he sent Hagrid back to Hogwarts early.

Harry's head-up just now was probably the biggest movement he made that day.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked first.

Everyone else looked at Harry with curiosity.

"Hedwig is back, but this—it's too late, it's already 2 PM," Harry muttered to himself.

He clearly wrote a letter to Dumbledore today.

But it wasn't until after lunch that Mr. Weasley and the others reacted.

Moreover, their reaction suggested they were completely unaware of the contents of his letter.

Could it be that the address he gave us contains Horcrux?

Because of the protection of so much Dark Magic, Dumbledore took so long and didn't have time to explain things clearly to Mr. Weasley and the others.

"Maybe it met its parents."

They left in a hurry shortly after finishing their lunch.

"And then they wrote back saying they had something to do that night and wouldn't be back?" Ron guessed.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The others also raised their heads.

Sure enough, on the azure sky, a black dot gradually grew larger and eventually turned into the snow-white Hedwig.

"What does the letter say? Is it from Mom and Dad?" This is Ron.

He still firmly believed in his guess.

Those around couldn't help but roll their eyes.

But they were quickly drawn to Harry's reaction.

Because Harry suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong?" This time, Ginny finally spoke first.

Before Ron could.

"Dumbledore wants to give me a private lesson."

This academic year.

"And he said I would have two teachers." Harry was completely baffled.

Besides Dumbledore, who was the other teacher?