The second-year courses at Hogwarts are not much different from those of the first-year students. Flying lessons have even been canceled, which makes Bree very satisfied. He can have more time to do his own things.
On the second night, in the turret.
Bree once again took out the dark lamp that stored Voldemort's soul. He had made a promise with Voldemort to start making Horcruxes when he returned to Hogwarts.
"You finally remembered me... dear Ode."
Voldemort's soul flew up from the dark lamp.
The atmosphere around him was as gloomy as stepping into darkness, and the cold air was constantly eating away at his bones.
Bree waved.
The extremely uneasy aura was instantly swept away and disappeared without a trace.
"I think these materials can be used to make Horcruxes."
Bree placed the bag of materials she had purchased from Skip Alley on the table. Voldemort floated forward with satisfaction. After seeing the items inside, he said: "Of course, these materials are enough for... practice. I think we can have better ones." Material."
Voldemort planned to make this Horcrux his own, so how could he make one at will?
"I think I have thought of something better...but there is some danger there, but only by getting it can I be worthy of you. The soul cannot be placed on ordinary things at will."
Bree nodded slightly when facing Voldemort's words. He wanted to see what treasure Voldemort wanted to plan.
"The Sorting Hat!"
"Sorting Hat?"
This Voldemort really dares to think. The Sorting Hat has always been stored in the principal's room. Doesn't this guy have any points? It would be good if he can survive. It's really shameful to have such a thing as a place for souls to live.
Bree, who was preparing to make Horcruxes for Voldemort, was a little dissatisfied, but he continued to listen.
"The Sorting Hat belongs to Gryffindor himself, and Gryffindor's sword is hidden in it. This is the best place for the soul."
Voldemort decided to tell a lie.
He said seductively: "Gryffindor's sword will last for thousands of years and maintain strong magic power. Only something like this can guarantee the safety of the soul."
"The contract between you and me can only be truly balanced with such a Horcrux. You should trust me."
Bree lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Of course, even without you, no one can resist the temptation of flying away from death."
The Sword of Gryffindor…
Bree was rather interested in this item. Legend has it that the four founders of Hogwarts each left their own inheritance in the school, as well as their four most representative treasures. These four treasures are Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's golden cup, Gryffindor's sword.
What can the Big Four leave behind?
Whatever it is is their magical heritage, and Bree wants to find it.
"You have to think of a way for me, Voldemort. I can't figure out how to distract Dumbledore and steal the Sorting Hat from the principal's office."
Bree didn't want to do something like this that would leave traces. Being discovered by Dumbledore was no joke. Only when the opportunity was like the last time with the Sorcerer's Stone would he do it himself.
What's more, there are portraits in the principal's office, and the portraits won't interfere with other matters, but that is the sorting hat in the principal's office.
"...Of course, I will help you for this damn contract, Oded!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, but had to follow Bree's words, and he did not give up his plan and led Bree into the secret room!
"This time I separated from my main soul without any warning, and there are some defects in my memory."
Voldemort surged around Bree and said close to his ear: "I even forgot the language of snakes, but the method of making Horcruxes in my mind was recorded in the language of snakes. I think... you can ban the book for me. I was looking for a book called "The Secret of Slytherin", which I discovered when I was studying at Hogwarts. No one except the Slytherin blood can understand it, and there is a secret in the language of Parseltongue hidden in it. Mystery.”
Voldemort did not deceive Bree about this matter, but the book had been hidden by him in the secret room of Slytherin back then. However, he had a way to take it out and put it in the forbidden book area waiting for Bree.
"We can start by talking about how to safely split souls, and hopefully I'll be able to see it tomorrow night."
Slytherin's secret?
Why didn't Bree, a frequent visitor to the forbidden book area, find this book? With doubts, Bree looked at Voldemort.
"In the mezzanine, next to the forbidden books on how to cook magical beasts."
Oh...but Bri has read those banned books that not many people have touched several times...
Brie remained calm and prepared to go take a look tomorrow.
And just when Bree and Voldemort were talking about how to split the soul to reduce pain, in front of the girls' bathroom on the second floor, a fourth-grade Slytherin boy walked in.
"Hiss, hiss..." Open!
"boom!"
In the bathroom, next to a sink with a snake sculpture carved on it, following the boy's hissing, the sink was like a moving mechanism, slowly operating, retreating to all sides, opening a path that could lead to an invisible light and an unknown destination. of pipelines.
When the boy raised his head, a faint light shone on his face.
It's Arnold with dark eyes!
Arnold said in a hoarse voice that was not his own: "How can a little girl's Imperius Curse counteract the power of the great Lord Voldemort?"
Arnold, smiling eerily, was soon looking at the passage with awe and adoration.
"The great Slytherin descendant can only be Lord Voldemort. Your loyal Arnold will definitely fulfill your instructions...send that book to the hateful, shameless Oude!"
Arnold jumped down, and as night fell, there was a disguised book in the forbidden book area filled with magical animal recipes in the library.
The eyes of the majestic man on the cover seemed to flash for a moment. Arnold, who had completed his mission and was about to leave, didn't notice. What he was now preparing was to arrange what would happen next to the basilisk found in the secret room under the passage.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Go back first and wait for my next call!
Arnold's mind tingled.
Voldemort deliberately left a trace of his soul in his mind, just like when he controlled the snake man to hunt the unicorn, he indirectly controlled Arnold and enabled him to use a certain snake language.
After all, human wizards are not simple creatures like snakes, so Voldemort also added the Imperius Curse, which made Arnold autonomous and more loyal.
Now through this soul, Voldemort began to pass on the next task to Arnold——
A few days later, he used the basilisk to create chaos, lure out Dumbledore, and then steal the Sorting Hat!
"Yes, sir, Arnold will definitely complete the mission!"
Following Arnold's promise, the basilisk hidden in the pipes of Hogwarts quickly and reluctantly crawled back to its secret room under his snake language. It had not come out for a long time, and hunger made it bloodthirsty. But it can't violate the power of the snake language. Even if this person has only a trace of Slytherin blood, it is enough to mobilize it!
Voldemort returned to the dark lamp and was placed back in the drawer.
Bree was holding her wand and writing and drawing in her notes.
"Although Voldemort's brain is not very good, some of his magical knowledge is very profound and extreme. His method of dividing souls is simply a lunatic."
Such magic will have huge side effects!
"Perhaps the loss of emotion is a positive change for Voldemort."
Bree cannot abandon his soul. He believes that the reason why human beings are the best of all things is because they have seven emotions and six desires. If they abandon them one by one, they will only become an irrational humanoid monster.
"I don't know how many times Voldemort performed soul division."
Bree was frightened when she thought of Voldemort's broken soul. This was something even a lunatic would not dare to do.
Put the notes away. Bree would not do anything that would hurt his soul. He understood the truth that a broken mirror cannot be reconciled.
"Dad, can I come up?"
Nico was very obedient just now and did not dare to disturb the conversation between Bree and Voldemort, but when he heard that there was no conversation at this time, he finally couldn't help shouting.
"Come in, by the way, there's also Ver. Can you light a lamp? I want to read a book for a while."
Bree spread the book that Enid had given him last night on the table. The first page he opened was an ancient picture of a flower spirit sucking the spirit of a flower.
A strange smell spread out from the pages of the book, flowing on the table like thick syrup. The sweet smell made Brie feel like she was in a manor full of roses, with many enchanting flower elves. Hovering next to Bree.
These mature flower elves are as tall as arms and look extremely petite and cute...
"dad!"
Bree casually caught Nico as he flew towards him.
"Don't make any noise, let me see what this temptation is like."
The illusion continued as Bree let it go, and the flower elves seemed to have received instructions and took off their clothes one after another.
"enough…"
Bree waved away the scene of indulgence in front of her eyes and returned to the turret, where she saw Ver with a look of contempt and Nico with a look of shame and anger.
He rubbed Nico's little head and said, "Don't worry."
"Hmph, this book is bad and must be burned immediately!"
Brie stopped Li Nico, who actually found the book very interesting.
"This is an alchemy book. It will be of great use in Enid's hands." But Enid gave it to herself.
This surprised Bree, maybe Enid's surrender was serious.
Bree slowly turned over the book that had become honest. It recorded the original intention of the flower elves to absorb the spirit of plants and trees - in order to provide a way for those flower elves with low talents to protect themselves.
I also understand how to enhance my magic power after taking it, but it is easy to suffer mental collapse under the mixed power and become driven by desire.
"Leave this thing to Nico for safekeeping for the time being." After turning over the book hastily, Brie handed it to Nico.
Nico happily took the book, but Ver stared at the book and said in surprise: "Hey, Bree, don't you have any ideas for research?"
"What's the use of my studies? Can anyone be seduced by me smelling like roses?" Brie glanced at Verdao with a speechless face: "I am a 12-year-old boy, not a lady. …”
Nico silently put the book into his silver bracelet. This bracelet had been cast by Bree with a permanent traceless stretching spell and could hold a lot of things.
And Nico was also struggling in his heart. He seemed to remember that there were male flower elves who learned this magic, and some male flower elves learned it better than female flower elves.
Should he also learn it? Maybe it will make his father like him more.
No, no, no, this is a magic that only bad flower elves can learn. Nico must not fall!
On the side, Ver looked at Brie packing up and walking into the bathroom to wash up. He approached Nico carefully and said, "Ahem, little Nico, how about you read this book and lend it to me? I always feel that these are The four-leaf vine is growing a little too fast, maybe sucking some of its plant spirit can help it."
