"The kids are already late, they all go to bed early." Mrs. Weasley stood in the center of the living room and gave orders.

"Auntie Molly," Neville asked in a low voice, "when will my parents come back?"

"Don't worry, they are on night shifts. If it's too late, they might stay in the safe house outside to rest." Mrs. Weasley's tone softened immediately.

Neville nodded silently and followed Harry and the others upstairs.

...

The bright and bright moon shone silver light on the deep and dense trees and shrubs, casting a large and treacherous shadow on the ground, stretching to the tall and neat hedge walls. A very decent mansion loomed in the darkness, which was the Malfoy Manor.

A rustling sound rang in the air—

"It's the peacock raised by Malfoy."

A calm voice said. He glanced alertly from the shadows and immediately discovered the source of the sound. A white peacock walked decently on the hedge.

The witch stared at the peacock for a while, put down her vigilance, and whispered to her wife.

"We have been watching for several days, and I think we can get something out today."

Alice looked at a narrow corridor sunken inward in the middle of the hedge. At the end of the corridor were two extraordinary wrought iron gates. The forest was filled with wisps of mist, but when combined with the cool breeze of the night, it became less pleasing.

"I don't know what Nal is doing now?" she asked softly.

"It should have been gone to bed at this time." Frank said softly, holding Alice's somewhat cold hand.

At this time, the air twisted. With the light sound, two figures suddenly appeared. One of them was wearing a long black cloak and a hood, covering the whole face, looking cautious; the other was exactly the opposite of him - although the slender wizard also wore a hood, he couldn't wait to take it off as soon as he appeared, shook his curled hair casually, and looked around.

"Put the hat on." The man growled at his companion.

Bellatrix snorted, "When did you become so timid, Lucius? This is your doorstep."

"Of course I'm fine alone, it's nothing to be seen." Lucius said in a suppressed anger, "but if anyone finds me mingled with a fugitive who escaped from Azkaban-"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Bellatrix held the wand in his hand and pointed at him with a sneer.

"It should be that Narcisa sees you cringing at the party." She laughed, "Don't worry, I'll only stay with you for a few days, and then go dealing with the smelly giants, or - do you want the Dark Lord to change his own choice?"

"You received an order to support the Carlo brothers and sisters, and I was ordered to penetrate the Ministry of Magic." Lucius said impatiently, "So don't let me do this or that, so I won't be crazy with you-"

Bellatrix strode towards the wrought iron gate, his cloak rustling on the ground. A green light flashed, and the white peacock, who was still showing off his might, planted from the hedge and lost its breath of life.

"Noisy stuff," she said contemptuously.

"Bellatrix!" Lucius screamed.

But her figure had already passed through the wrought iron gate and disappeared, as if the gate did not exist. Lucius stopped in place, gasping for a long time. After a while, he stepped in and silence was restored to the surroundings.

Frank looked at his wife worriedly, her fists clenched tightly, and her teeth creaked. "That demon...she took us twelve years..." Alice leaned against her husband's shoulder and sobbed in a low voice.

"Alice, let her be proud for a while, I promise you that she will pay the price." Frank surrounded his wife, staring at the black wrought iron gate, and said in a cold tone.

...

The next morning, Harry watched Sirius have had breakfast and was about to go to work with Mr. Weasley, Bill, Percy, and Penelo, and he held back what he wanted to say.

As if the time had come, the scar on his head suddenly became kind and friendly after tormenting him for a few years - but even though Ha was thinking with his knees, he knew that Voldemort could not be kind enough to pass on his knowledge to him through the scar.

The reason why it is barely persuasive is that Voldemort doesn't know about this, everything is going through passively.

But why didn't this happen before? Or, when did it start to happen?

Harry remembered the sudden kiss again. He shook his head hard and drove away the messy thoughts in his mind. Going back further, it was when he "saw" the illusion of Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.

"Molly, Alasto may come over in a while, he was on night shift last night," Mr. Weasley reminded.

"I know, I will leave him food," said Mrs. Weasley.

Soon, they lined up and left, even Fred and George left.

"Uh-Professor, don't you go to work?" Harry looked at Felix.

"I'll go there later," Felix said. "The company's energy is now on the thief waterfall. I just finished sorting out its principles yesterday. What, is there anything wrong?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

He actually wanted to ask Sirius for advice, but now he thought that the professor was also a suitable candidate. The professor knew that he had been worried about the scar and taught him brain closure. Now the symptoms of the scar have changed, which may be as expected by the professor? And he could take the opportunity to ask about the life-seeking curse. The professor used this magic very smoothly...

Felix set up a simple bed in the study on the third floor. When Harry walked in, before he could see clearly, Felix had already poked out his hand to reduce the camp bed to the size of a matchbox and stuffed it into the ring.

The Black family's study has the functions of studying and entertaining distinguished guests. Therefore, in addition to a long desk and a collection of books filled with three sides of the bookshelves, a small sofa and a wooden coffee table are also placed in a corner of the study. The corners of the solid wood coffee table are scattered, and it seems that it was transformed from a huge tree tumor.

"Are these magical animals?" Harry looked at several dynamic simple drawings on the coffee table with interest. The dark green ink outlined various animal shapes, and many of them could be named.

"Yes." Felix did not say in detail. He put the drawing paper together and stuffed it into the ring.

Harry guessed that the professor might be preparing a comic strip about magical animals, but he thought it was unlikely, but he would not guess that Felix was trying to build a magical talent matching plan for magical animals.

This is one of the gains of Felix's reflection after the battle with Voldemort.

In that battle, he did not transform into a bird and snake, mainly because he felt it was too dangerous. The magical animals had no advantage when facing Voldemort's life-seeking curse, but he was keenly aware that there was a huge treasure inside.

Because Felix suddenly discovered that Voldemort seemed to have no idea about his and Dumbledore's transformation status, at least Voldemort used the word "to transform the body" when describing this realm - this is obviously Salazar Slytherin's route.

From this, Felix judged that although Voldemort's body may have been transformed many times to make himself particularly adapted to black magic, this is how his unique life-seeking curse might have come from - but Voldemort should not be able to transform into a magical animal.

If designed cleverly enough, this cognitive flaw may become Voldemort's death talisman.

...

"Professor, when did you learn the Avadasauri mantra?" Harry decided to start with a small question, but Professor Happ was too keen and just glanced at him and said half-jokingly: "Why, do you want to learn this mantra? You are brave enough."

"It's not that I want to learn, I-uh-I suddenly know it." Harry stammered for a long time, and finally confessed.

Felix looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be that Harry really learned it after seeing him using the life-seeking curse several times? He felt that it was not good. He could not teach children badly, right? However, when Harry described his experiences over the past two days, Felix's expression became serious.

This is even more serious than he expected - Harry's eagerness to take revenge and wants to learn the unforgivable curse privately.

"Come with me," he said in a deep voice.

He took Harry to the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Take a look with the life-seeking curse."

Harry did as he did, a green light flew out from the tip of the staff. Both of them frowned at the same time.

Harry felt that the spell he cast today was much less powerful. Felix saw a familiar shadow from his casting method, which meant that what Harry said before was true.

And he knew more, such as Harry's body hiding a piece of Voldemort's soul, so where did Harry's knowledge come from, was it Voldemort himself, or... that piece of soul fragment?

"When you got up the night before yesterday, you heard some noise in your mind?" Felix confirmed.

"Yes, but it'll be gone soon." Harry replied nervously.

Felix was silent and was observing Harry carefully through the magic perspective. Even he could only see a trace of evil magic when Harry's brain was weakest - that was the last school year, but now he was not very brave to test.

If his guess is right - Harry inadvertently inspires sleeping soul fragments, his current stimulation may lead to extremely serious consequences.

"So that," Felix said for a moment, "try the other two spells - the Heart-Diamond and the Soul-Snatching Spell, and release them on me." Looking at Harry's shocked expression, he smiled, "I can still resist these two spells, don't worry about hurting me."

Harry waved his wand nervously, expecting the spell to succeed, but not to succeed. In the mood of gains and losses, he naturally failed. Harry turned his head and looked at the professor—

"Continue." Felix said calmly.

Harry chanted the spell stiffly, and when an hour passed, he had not succeeded.

"You have to show some determination."

"Recite the unforgivable spell to your face? I can't do it-" Harry murmured in a low voice.

So he "sees" Voldemort standing in front of him, staring at him with scarlet eyes, which scared him to his senses.

"Continue." Voldemort said.

Now Harry quickly found his state. Although he only knew the spell, even though no one had taught him, despite... he still succeeded. Harry seemed to have mastered the three unforgivable spells at once.

How did this happen?

On the other side, Felix fell into deep thought.

"Professor?" Harry asked uneasily, ""

"There is a possibility," Felix said. "You don't have to worry. Judging from your description, brain closure is effective, so training cannot be stopped in this regard... I will tell Dumbledore about your situation, maybe he can see something."

Dumbledore's reaction was faster than he thought, and he appeared immediately as soon as he issued the notice.

He asked Harry in detail about his feelings, and finally left Harry's two memories - the scene of "saw" Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic's hall, and the memory of his first release of the life-seeking curse.

Harry was then sent away, with only the two of them left on the small training ground on the fifth floor.

"Albus, do you think-" Felix said hesitantly.

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head, "maybe it's just a pure coincidence. I can come up with more than one reasonable explanation, such as the ancient inheritance of the Potter family, and Harry may have inherited this talent; or Voldemort did transfer part of his power to Harry back then, causing his current changes..."

"But," he said with a serious expression: "It may also be the influence of the Horcrux itself. We have all ignored a question before, which Horcrux power is used by Voldemort's resurrection?"

Which Horcrux is used? Of course... Huh?

Felix pondered what this sentence meant.

In theory, a wizard only needs one Horcrux. This Horcrux can serve as an anchor in the real world after the wizard dies, allowing the wizard's remnant soul to reside in the world. But Voldemort was crazy about making multiple Horcruxes, which raises a question: which Horcrux is really playing its role after he dies.
To be continued...