Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

Lucius Malfoy is very pleased that his son can use his own advantages to extract information from others, provided that he is not the one who is pestered to "tell the story".Of course, he is not unwilling to tell stories to his son, but considering that he must let the children understand that there are many things in this world that they cannot easily achieve, the nobleman coughed, tried to keep a straight face, and spoke seriously to the two Looking at his little guy with longing eyes, he said: "These things have been going on for too long, and I don't know them very well."

"Honorable Mr. Malfoy, Draco has always told me that the Malfoy family is a family with a long history." Harry stepped forward to please him.

"Really?" Lucius raised his eyebrows, and looked at his son's friend with a half-smile, "How do I remember that Xiaolong wrote a letter when he just started school, saying that someone gave him a book and asked him to study 'Family Inheritance'? Woolen cloth?"

Harry rubbed his head embarrassingly. Wasn't he trying to get closer to Gryffindor and Slytherin? Besides, it's not bad to learn some knowledge about the human body. Being able to attack people's weak points is a bit of a counterattack: "Well... there are different aspects of inheritance, Hogwarts and the story of the Big Four, of course, you have always played an important role in the wizarding world. The leader of the extended family of the role knows better."

"I think as the only Parseltongue in the wizarding world, Mr. Potter should have heard a lot of stories about the Big Four from your pet; as for the family... The Potter family is also an important family in the wizarding world. The ancestor at Hogwarts should know more than me, what you want to know...but it all happened thousands of years ago." As a qualified family, Lucius never had the information he should know Miss it, now that Harry is guarding the door with two obvious insiders...

"Father." Draco couldn't see Harry's clumsy praise skills, and leaned forward to get closer to Lucius, "Harry and I just got out of my mother, and she taught us how to make a dessert."

Lucius hardened his heart: "I have bad teeth recently."

"Huh? Then we'll help you make the potion for your teeth now. Harry has an uncle who likes to eat sweets, so we specially asked the dean to learn how to make this kind of potion." Draco pulled Harry and made a gesture. to go out.

"No need." Lucius really started to feel a toothache, "I still prefer dessert."

"Then let's do it after listening to the story. It tastes better when it's hot."

Gray eyes met gray eyes, and after a while, Lucius Malfoy was defeated. Anyway, he had achieved his goal of letting his son understand that "wish cannot be easily achieved": "I really don't know much about your problems. .”

The boys, who were full of energy just now, immediately became dejected.

Seeing their performance, Lucius hooked the corners of his mouth before continuing: "However, I can tell you about the general news that has been handed down. For example-Honor Salazar Slytherin, a great Dark wizard."

Before Harry could protest, Draco was dissatisfied with his father's unreliable remarks: "We have known this for a long time."

"Then do you know what kind of magic was the black magic that Slytherin was best at and proud of at that time?"

"Could it be—" a flash of light flashed in Harry's mind, then disappeared before he could grasp what it was.

"Soul magic." Lucius said with great certainty.In terms of the subjects that Slytherin is good at, the ancestor of the Malfoy family, a student who admired his teacher very much, has very detailed records.He pretended not to see Harry's glance at Draco, his son didn't know about the Horcruxes yet.That's fine, he just needs to find an opportunity to explain the dangers of this kind of thing to Draco in the future, he doesn't need to know more, "This is why Slytherin is so 'famous'. At that time, It's not like you can get through it with a few disarming spells."

"We're not good at disarming spells either." Draco protested the assessment.

"As a dark wizard, Salazar Slytherin's research field is naturally how to manipulate the undead. And the famous white wizard Godric has naturally studied this aspect deeply because of the consideration of 'opponents' .”

"Can they... manipulate the undead?" The voices of the two boys seemed to be stuck in their throats.

"I don't know about that." Judging from the records, this past seems to have been hidden.However, according to the news that the children learned from Hogwarts later, the time when the research results will appear may be the time when Salazar left to sacrifice.

"As for your Potter family..." Lucius sized Harry up and down, "It's always been very unconventional. According to the arrangement when the school was established, the Potter family should have a seat on the school board, but in the end, I don't know why. He turned it down by himself."

"reject?"

"Maybe it's the Big Four's proposal." Lucius said meaningfully, "I heard that the relationship between the Potter family and them has always been very good." Knowing that there is a secret keeper of the Potter family in Hogwarts Afterwards, he asked about the portraits at home - it was true that Slytherin's favorite student was Malfoy, but he maintained a relationship with Potter that was more similar to friendship.

"So……"

"I think it's time for afternoon tea, and you can start preparing."

This was to tell them not to ask any more questions, Harry and Draco exchanged glances, and obediently went to the kitchen to make a snack.

Back home, Harry was still full of thoughts.The information revealed by Lucius Malfoy may explain Voldemort's interest in Horcruxes, but it does not help his doubts in the slightest.Could it be that Adela was chosen to be such an important secret keeper just because of a good relationship?Perhaps he should seek help from his father now, but he is unwilling to give up just like that.Just as he was thinking wildly, he saw Fox flying from the window.The letter sent to Dumbledore finally got an answer!

He almost immediately rushed to grab the beautiful tail feathers of the phoenix, and arrived at the principal's office in a few moments.

"Harry, you're here." Dumbledore greeted.

"Yes." Even in the conversation, Harry never saw that Dumbledore's table was clean without any desserts or greeting drinks, and the old man's face showed a trace of sternness: "After receiving I've thought about it for a long time after your letter. Harry, I didn't expect you to be so involved so early on."

"As early as 11 years ago, the night Godric's Hollow was attacked, I have been deeply involved, or...longer ago." Harry looked straight at Dumbledore, suggesting.

"A long time ago...you can say that." Dumbledore smiled wryly. "It can also be said that it was just an accident caused by multiple choices."

"Accident?"

"Before you were born, it was the time when Voldemort's power expanded to an unprecedented size, and only a small number of people still retained the courage to resist him."

"For example, the Order of the Phoenix you lead..."

"The Order of the Phoenix was indeed the most appealing organization that openly resisted Voldemort at that time, and more people, out of various considerations, just waited and watched the situation or secretly provided us with some financial or material support. Dumbledore looked carefully at the boy who hadn't completely shed his childishness, "That's when I heard that prophecy. On a cold and wet night 16 years ago, in Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Bar I went there to meet the applicant for the school's divination teacher, although I felt that in such a tense situation, it was completely unnecessary to study a course where neurotic and cursing oneself. But the applicant was a Great-great-granddaughter of a very well-known and highly gifted prophet, so even out of courtesy, I wanted to meet her. But, I was disappointed. In my opinion, she did not inherit any of that talent. So I Tell her politely that she is not suitable for the position, then turn around and walk away.

Dumbledore stood up and walked past Harry to a black chest next to the phoenix perch.He bent over.Pulling down the latch, he took out a stone basin with a shallow bottom. There were ancient characters engraved on the edge of the stone basin. It was inside this stone basin. Harry had seen it in the books he had read. It was a Pensieve, and people could pass through it. It reads the memory given by others.Dumbledore went back to his desk, put the Pensieve on the table, then raised his wand and pointed it at his temple, drew out a few silvery, cobweb-like fibers of thought, stuck them to the wand, and put them again The fibers are placed in stone basins.He sat back behind the desk and watched his thoughts swirl and float in the Pensieve.After a while, he sighed, raised his wand again, and picked up the silvery substance on the tip of the wand.

A figure emerged from it, wearing a shawl, her eyes were very large behind the glasses, it was Sybill Trelawney, the professor of divination at Hogwarts.She had been kind to Harry, because the boy could easily give vivid descriptions of various ways of dying.Affected by him, students who can't make up their own bad luck will also find some books that introduce tricky methods to write their own bad luck.This completely unreliable professor of divination, who usually behaved like what Dumbledore said "didn't inherit a bit of the prophet's talent", was slowly spinning in the pensieve.And when she spoke, instead of her usual ethereal, mysterious voice, Harry heard a very harsh, hoarse voice.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord came near...born to a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he had the Dark Lord Unknowable energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

The slowly spinning Professor Trelawney disappeared into the silver ball below again.It was very quiet in the office.Dumbledore, Harry, and all the portraits, none of them made a sound, even Fawkes was quiet, and obediently pecked at his feathers.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry interrupted Dumbledore's gaze on the Pensieve, "Is that the one she's talking about?" Although it was a question, Harry had already confirmed it in his heart—his birthday It happened to be the end of July, and Sirius had proudly told him that his parents had defeated Voldemort three times.He was a little nervous and a little relieved.It was indeed a prophecy that made Voldemort stare at him, but this prophecy was not the one he heard in his dream.

"Now... I'm not so sure," said Dumbledore. "You heard the prophecy just now, and your name was not mentioned there. In fact, there is another boy who meets the requirements."

"Neville?" Harry naturally knew about his friend's birthday, and they were thinking about taking this opportunity to go out together for a get-together.

"Yes. But Voldemort chose you, as I said, by the accident of multiple choices - by chance Voldemort learned part of the prophecy, and he was never one to allow life of a threat to him." He who is in the world chooses one of two boys, and he attacks your house first."

"Then why do you say that you are not sure, since Voldemort has already made a choice."

Dumbledore looked and said, "When I saw the scar on your forehead, I wondered what it meant. I thought it might be a mark of some connection between you and Voldemort, but I didn't know that." A fragment of the dangerous Voldemort's soul. Your father, Harry, was wise, a Muggle, to think of what that dreadful thing was before most wizards."

"And now the Horcrux on my forehead has been wiped out..." Harry looked up, "Principal, do you think the Horcrux is related to the prophecy mentioning a power unknown to the 'Dark Lord'? Voldemort may choose Wrong person?"

"That's not what I mean. Harry, you are a very good boy, better than any of your peers I have ever seen. So—" Dumbledore leaned forward, looked carefully through his glasses Harry, "I care more about your happiness and happiness than letting you know the truth; I care more about your peace of mind than my plan to destroy Voldemort; than the sacrifices that will be made if the plan fails. I care more about your life."

"I—" Dumbledore's words echoed in Harry's mind—"this is an accident caused by multiple choices."If the necessary condition for fulfilling the prophecy is really the Horcrux that has been removed from his body, then if he refuses to get involved in all of this and hides aside from now on...will it completely change the direction of the prophecy?He lowered his eyelids, took another deep breath and said, "Principal, I still remember the answer I gave when we first met—" He knew what he was facing, and he would shoulder the responsibility , even though "one must die at the hand of the other, since both cannot live, only one survives"

"Harry—"

Making his voice seem full of vitality, Harry smiled: "Principal, actually killing Voldemort is not difficult at all. Haven't we killed a lot in the past two years? On the premise of losing the main soul, they They're all too busy trying to get in the way of each other." While talking, he walked towards the fireplace in the office, "Father is conducting a super interesting experiment at home, I'll go back first."

"Our choices will determine our future." Dumbledore looked at the disappearing figure of the boy, and said to the sorting hat that was placed aside, "You once told me that. But we don't know the path ahead Is it full of thorns?" He chose to support the decision of his proud disciples and gave up being their secret keeper; but they still walked in front of him in the end.He chose to foster Harry in a Muggle family who might hate magic, knowing that he might not be particularly loved by his relatives, but at least he hoped that his fate of confronting Voldemort would be delayed for a year; but Harry became that The adopted son of two men, grew up in their love, and cultivated such a sensitive temperament - he can't say that this is a bad thing, but anyone who sees too clearly will either have nothing to do with the world, or he will betray himself. Loaded with countless burdens...

A slit in the grubby Sorting Hat: "I don't know. Albus, I don't know. Godric never told me the answer to that question...he just said 'we always have to choose.' "

"Yes, we always have to choose." A tear slid down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.

……

After Christmas, Grimmauld Square once again ushered in the excitement that hadn't been seen for a long time. People from the Order of the Phoenix gathered here, and Dumbledore informed them that someone accidentally discovered a cave full of corpses.

"This is some purification potion and dispersing powder, used to deal with Inferi." Snape handed the potion to Dumbledore expressionlessly.

"That's very kind, thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore.He couldn't refuse Sirius' request to bring home his younger brother who had exchanged his life for a horcrux, and he didn't dare to let a whole cave of infernal corpses stay inside like this. If someone accidentally entered, he would surely die.Moreover, the Horcrux that received most of Voldemort's strength seemed to be made very late, and he probably knew where the locket was. He had been targeting Hogwarts and Harry before, and he might have forgotten it for a while. There is also a "companion" here. Once he thinks about it and finds that the things inside have been replaced by people, those evil creatures may not be as simple as staying in the cave.

"Humph."

Snape snorted coldly, but it was Sirius who took the initiative to take up the words of this former enemy: "Potions can improve our combat effectiveness, but we also need powerful spells, we need wizards who are especially powerful in fire spells. "

Dumbledore agreed with him: "That's right, fire spells are extremely lethal to Infernal corpses, and this specialty can achieve very good results at this time." "Me!" Arthur Weasley immediately Raising his hands, his red hair seemed to be touting his strengths, "My fire spells are pretty good."

Lupine also stood up: "Infernal corpses are monsters of the dark department. I might have an advantage when I meet them." This was the first time he had not shy away from mentioning his identity as a werewolf at a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Very good. Then the people who will be involved in the extermination of the Nether Corpse have been determined. Sirius, Severus, Arthur, and Remus, let's go together. The time... how about tomorrow morning?" Deng Blue eyes gleamed behind Bullido's glasses. "We can't keep this danger outside for long."

"Abus," McGonagall questioned, "There are still too few people like this, so let me go too."

"No." Shaking his head to stop her, Dumbledore said, "Minerva, although the specific size of the cave cannot be determined yet, but from the perspective of combat space, too many people going there will actually affect our own performance. Restrictions. Apparation isn't allowed there yet, just a few of us will suffice"

"Otherwise, ask a few more people to stand by at the exit of the cave, ready to support at any time, so..." The strict head of Gryffindor was about to continue persuading them to choose a safer method, but suddenly lost his voice, staring blankly forward.

In the silence, Snape was the first to react, looking at the girl with fiery red hair and a bright smile in front of him, hoarsely said the name he would regret for the rest of his life: "Lily."