HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 133 Waiting for a ray of hope

In the portrait room of Slytherin Manor——

After hearing such bad news early in the morning, Dumbledore sat with his hands behind his back in silence for a long time, and Gloria also sat on the sofa with her head down.

The portraits around were whispering to each other, and they all knew about a living person becoming a Horcrux.

"Gorinya's perception of souls cannot be wrong, but this is the first time I've heard of a living person becoming a Horcrux."

"The child doesn't know yet."

"No Dark wizard has ever done that—"

"Dark wizards who can make Horcruxes are extremely rare. Our heirs have traveled for many years and have never found anyone who possesses a Horcrux to be able to live forever."

"Even the soul cannot resist the power of time. Why do so many dark wizards still not understand this?"

"People who make Horcruxes are afraid of death, how could they possibly understand this!"

……

Gloria now understood why Harry could speak Parseltongue. That was not his ability, but the ability of Voldemort's residual soul, which also affected him.

"That night Voldemort was destroyed and escaped half-dead." Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Perhaps at that time, one of the broken souls fell on Harry, the only one alive at the scene. Voldemort himself didn't know this."

Otherwise he wouldn't have thought of murdering Harry.

Gloria held her forehead and said, "I understand, but what about Harry? Does that mean we have no choice but to kill him?"

His soul is entangled with the remnant soul. Once separated, Harry will be worse off than dead, and there will inevitably be very serious consequences. But at that time, will he still want to live, or will he even want to die?

“Don’t you want him to die?” Bernice said carelessly.

"Yes," she admitted readily, "Harry was the first real friend I ever made."

Besides, Harry was Sirius' godson, and her uncle would never accept losing James again.

Gloria sighed and asked, "Can you help me think of a solution?"

Most of the portraits were indifferent and just thought it was a strange thing. They reacted strongly to the residual soul in the locket because it was a family heirloom. Harry was just her friend and had nothing to do with the Slytherin family.

Dumbledore finally spoke: "Harry may not die. Although Voldemort has returned, he is not truly alive. His fate is still in progress."

"But he won't die, how do we deal with the Horcruxes?"

Do we really have to damage Harry's soul and remove the remaining soul?

Dumbledore looked at her, his blue eyes flashing, "Gloria, have you ever practiced Occlumency?"

"No." She shook her head, "But no one can see my memories, including you."

The headmaster's telepathy was very gentle, but it could not be hidden from Golinia.

Dumbledore was relieved after hearing this. "I know of people who are born with the ability to use Soul Reflexes, but I have never known anyone who is naturally resistant to this ability."

"It's not natural defense." Gloria said: "I was recognized by the snakes of my family. They have a mysterious connection with me, so some spells don't work on me."

Dumbledore nodded with relief. "Very good. Do you know why Voldemort targeted Harry's parents?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Because they resisted fiercely, but I don't understand why they are the only family that needs the protection of the Fidelius Curse."

At that time, the ancestors of the Slytherin family died early, and Aurora was not yet old enough to leave the manor. During the 17 years of her growth, she could only learn about the outside world through magazines such as the Prophet newspaper. During the more than ten years when Voldemort was active, many secrets were not known.

"Because of a prophecy." Although Dumbledore could not see Gloria's thoughts, he could tell from her reaction and eyes that she had friendship for Harry, and had directly and indirectly destroyed two Horcruxes, and was destined to be against Voldemort.

Gloria frowned. She didn't really care about prophecy. "Prophecy?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "That year, I was interviewing Professor Trelawney at the Hog's Head, and she made a prophecy, a real prophecy, about Voldemort."

She said nothing, waiting for the principal's next words.

"Of Harry and Voldemort, only one can survive..." He seemed a little dazed when he said this, "That's why I said Harry might not die."

Gloria was a little surprised, "Are they old enemies?"

This situation is rare in history. Compared with her, this kind of situation is a real fight to the death.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Voldemort's chosen enemy."

"But prophecies don't necessarily come true." Gloria never thought that prophecies could determine fate.

"I don't know if the other prophecies will come true, but this one..." He said, "This one will definitely happen, because Voldemort believed in the prophecy and chose his fate himself, just like he chose Harry. The trajectory of fate has been formed, and they must continue."

Gloria was stunned for a few seconds, "This is so stupid!"

"He only knows the first half of the prophecy. I'm telling you the second half, so keep it secret." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. "Voldemort is in the dark now. We can't move for the time being. We have to wait until Harry has a glimmer of hope."

After hearing these words, she sat back in her chair, "I know, but Harry must be curious about the pain of the scar."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "I will take care of this matter. The Quidditch World Cup is about to begin. I must remind Fudge to prepare more patrols."

"Will he really accept your opinion?" Gloria said, "I think he has some opinions about you."

Well, more than a little actually.

The headmaster sighed helplessly, "It's easy to be like this when you're in touch with power. Thank you for telling me this today. In fact, I had my suspicions when Harry's scar hurt the first time Voldemort approached me. Now I don't have to spend time to confirm it."

·

In a dark room at the Riddle residence.

The shadow curled up on the sofa, stretched out his skinny hand to touch the scales of the big snake, and Little Barty squatted in front of the chair, "Master, we are ready. At the most grand event of the year, when wizards from all over the world gather, we will bring screams and fear."

His tone was crazy, and his eyes were full of admiration and adoration for Voldemort.

"It's been thirteen years... I'm afraid those people have forgotten my deterrence." Voldemort's voice was sharp and strange, as cold as the wind. "How are the other preparations?"

"I've been observing for quite some time, and I can disguise myself well..." Little Barty paused, "But from Wormtail's memory, Harry Potter has a magic map that can show the whereabouts of anyone within a certain range of Hogwarts. Even the Polyjuice Potion can't fool him. I must find a way to overcome this."

The memories that were violently extracted were rather fragmentary, but they still gave them some usable information.

“I see - I will cast a special confusion spell for you to deceive the map.” Voldemort said sharply, “It must succeed! The first thing I will do after resurrection is to kill Harry Potter and let all traitors know that I am invincible, and the price of betrayal…”

Voldemort said in a terrifying tone, "And that Slytherin, Gloria Slytherin, who is rumored to be a direct descendant. Go to school and observe her carefully."

Little Batty nodded, "I understand, Master."