HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

"According to Harry's roommate, Harry had a nightmare tonight, and the scar on his forehead is still glowing green." When Snape arrived, Professor McGonagall explained with an ugly expression.

Professor Dumbledore also knew several detection spells and used them on Harry one after another, and the detection results were all normal.

He frowned, turned around and saw Till looking at Harry's forehead thoughtfully, and couldn't help but ask: "Til, do you have any guesses?"

"Voldemort should have been successfully resurrected." Even Snape didn't know about Teal's plan. Of course Professor Dumbledore and the others wouldn't know about it, but she didn't mind telling them the completed part in advance. "He used my improvement." The final rebirth potion.”

Both Snape and Professor Dumbledore had seen the crystal ball in which Teal kept the prophecy. Professor McGonagall was obviously not concealed by Professor Dumbledore, but they did not expect that everything would happen so quickly. The Harry in the prophecy was obviously worse than he is now. How many years older.

Professor Dumbledore took a deep breath, feeling that Till was bolder than he thought: "What did you do?"

"Peter Pelrum has found Voldemort, so I naturally followed suit and asked him to use my improved rebirth potion to resurrect Voldemort." Teal walked up to Harry and touched Harry's forehead gently, his eyes soft. "This way, Harry doesn't have to face Voldemort directly."

Without Till's push behind the scenes, Voldemort would have asked Peter Perrum to find the original rebirth potion, and Harry's blood would have become an essential ingredient for the potion. In all likelihood, the scene in the prophecy would have occurred. Played out in reality, and Harry would be much younger when he faces danger.

Snape was listening quietly by the side, but suddenly thought of something, walked over and pulled up Till's sleeve, looked at her right forearm that had not fully healed, and almost screamed: "You are using your own Blood!"

The rebirth potion had just been brewed in the past few days. After finishing it, Tyr was sent to Knockturn Alley. The wound on his hand had not had time to be treated with white blood, otherwise such a small wound would not have been caught by Snape.

"I didn't expect Mr. Fiancé to find out." Teal sneered, put down his sleeves, hugged Snape's arm and began to coax him, "I only made a small cut, and you saw it. The wound will heal soon. , no scars will be left.”

Although the improved version of the rebirth potion is not as bloody as the original version, it is a black magic potion after all. How can it reshape a person's body without adding any blood?

Till retained only the last of her father's bones, servant's flesh, and enemy's blood, and drank the rebirth potion added to her blood. There was an unbreakable bond between Voldemort and her.

Teal's eyes were dark and he allowed Snape to hold him tightly in worry.

She was quite curious, how would Voldemort react when he knew the price of drinking the improved version of the rebirth potion?

Professor McGonagall thought it might be because she hadn't woken up. After listening to Till's words, she felt a little dizzy. Professor McGonagall pressed her forehead, and the soreness and swelling made her feel much better after pressing it away: "So, Harry was in coma because of Voldemort? But - why?"

Even if Harry had narrowly escaped death at the hands of Voldemort, he shouldn't have...

"That's what I'm most worried about." Teal pushed Snape away and looked at Professor Dumbledore.

The two professors exchanged quick glances, both of which were somewhat meaningful.

When Harry woke up, he was on the bed in the dormitory. Ron was sitting on the edge of the bed worriedly, muttering something unknown. Seeing that he woke up, Ron jumped up excitedly: "That's great. Lee, you've been unconscious all day."

"Coma?" Harry shook his head, feeling that he was particularly awake now, "How could I be in a coma?"

Ron shook his head and brought over some food: "We don't know either. Professor McGonagall didn't tell you clearly when she sent you back. She just told you to have a good rest."

Harry hadn't eaten since he fell into coma. The aroma of food tempted him on the tip of his nose. Harry didn't care much and started eating together with Ron, who had long suppressed his greed.

He didn't know why he was in a coma, and he was a little timid about talking to Professor McGonagall. He wanted to talk to Teal, but he found that Teal and Professor Dumbledore hadn't appeared for several days. Only Snape on the professor's chair was always looking sharply. Looking him over.

Harry became even more timid.

Till's alchemy class was changed to self-study, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was all taken by Snape. Everyone was curious about where their principal and Professor Emery had gone. It wasn't until late one night a week later that the two men hurried back to the castle under the moonlight.

When Snape and Professor McGonagall received the news to greet them, they were surprised by the deep worry on the faces of Professors Till and Dumbledore.

Four professors gathered in the principal's office, but neither Professor Tire nor Professor Dumbledore spoke immediately.

"Is Harry's condition serious?" Professor McGonagall grabbed his collar, "Is it a secret hand left by Voldemort?"

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes: "Yes and no."

"Harry has a piece of Voldemort's soul in him." Professor Till said more decisively than Dumbledore, and she was really in no mood to show off. "In other words, Harry is also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Professor McGonagall stood up suddenly: "What!?"

"Because of Lily." Professor Dumbledore added, "The night Lily and James died, Voldemort's Killing Curse bounced back to him because of Lily's love, and his soul was split and fell on Harry."

During the past few days, Teal and Professor Dumbledore were away to collect information about Horcruxes. Teal also took a detour to borrow Grindelwald's library tower. If all the evidence hadn't pointed to this fact, they wouldn't have come back with such a heavy heart.

"That's why Harry didn't die." Snape narrowed his eyes and his voice was a little unrealistic, "It was Voldemort who died."

The principal's office suddenly became quiet, and among them, Tier was in the worst mood.

She planned hard and worked hard to improve the rebirth potion, just to protect Harry and prevent him from confronting Voldemort. But what about the facts? As a Horcrux created unconsciously by Voldemort, Harry...

"Harry must die?" Till's eyes widened, not believing this fact. "There must be other ways. What is attached to Harry is just a small fragment of soul. As long as we can remove the fragment from Harry's body, Stripping…”

Professor Dumbledore didn't want to pour cold water on Tyr, but he had to tell him to recognize the reality: "This is difficult, or completely impossible to achieve."

"If you don't try, Harry will definitely die. Why can Voldemort's soul be attached to other people's bodies at will, but we can't peel that damn soul off Harry's body?" Till stood up, and she was tired all the way. There is no intention of resting now, "I want to go back and find a way, and I'm going back now."