Remember [New] in a second! "On behalf of the wizarding world, thank you for your efforts." Dumbledore stood up and bowed seriously to Tom and Hermione.

"Professor, you are overrated!" Hermione stood up abruptly, expressing that she could not afford Dumbledore's big gift.

"No, this is what you deserve. You have made too many contributions to the wizarding world." Dumbledore said seriously, "You and Yordle's blow to Voldemort is worse than the achievements of the entire Order of the Phoenix." need more."

Hermione was a little embarrassed by Dumbledore's praise. With her hands behind her back, she paddled back and forth on the ground with her toes.

Seeing her shy appearance, both Tom and Dumbledore smiled: What a girl!

As soon as the two looked up, their eyes met, and they saw the aunt's smile on the other's face, and they were a little embarrassed.

Dumbledore coughed softly, turning everyone's attention to the locket.

"Since it's Slytherin's relic, I'm afraid Snake Tongue can open it." He looked carefully at the locket in front of him, and tried to open it. After several failures, he came to the same conclusion as Tom.

"I have to say, Yordle, you are really a wizard with a keen sense of smell." Dumbledore praised Tom meaningfully.

"Everyone has their own talents, that's all." Tom Hanhu's Lake Lane said.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, and instead of delving further into Tom's problems, he whispered instead: "If it's Snake's old tongue, then we're afraid we need his help—or who among you would say Snake Old accent?"

Tom could talk, but after a moment of hesitation he chose not to confess to Dumbledore. Although Hermione trusted Dumbledore very much, she obediently kept her mouth shut when she saw that her boyfriend had no intention of confessing.

"Please wait a moment." Seeing that the two did not respond, Dumbledore had to stand up from his chair and walked out of the office. After a while, he came back with Harry.

"Professor, I don't understand—" Harry was a little confused, he didn't know why Dumbledore suddenly found him and brought him here.

Then he saw Tom, Hermione, and the locket on Dumbledore's desk.

"Harry, I need you to do me a little favor." Dumbledore sat Harry across from him and spoke to him in a very gentle tone, "I hope you will stare at this locket and put the letter s on it Picture yourself as a snake and say to it: Open."

This request was absurd, but since it was Dumbledore's request, Harry would not say much even if he was confused.

He stared at the gleaming "s" and imagined it to be a small snake coiled on a stone.

【What am I doing? can i really do it 】A series of questions flashed through Harry's mind. He felt that he looked a little stupid now. At the same time, he also hoped that Dumbledore, Yordle, or even Hermione could explain it to him afterwards.

While his mind was in a mess, he also stared at the locket in front of him, and a strange emotion rose in his heart: he seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat in the locket.

it is alive !

Harry was taken aback by the thought. He tried hard to convince himself that this was impossible, but as time passed, he believed in his own thoughts more and more, and the heartbeat in the box became more and more obvious.

In that locket, it seemed that something was moving restlessly, and the sound of the heartbeat in the box became clearer...

This emotion infected Harry, causing goose bumps on his back. He also felt a little nervous for no reason, and couldn't help feeling a little pity for the little life in the box.

【Locked in a small box without seeing the light of day, today we have to strip it of its protection and expose it to the eyes of everyone...】

"Harry, are you alright?" Dumbledore's voice came from far away, waking Harry up suddenly, pulling him out of that weird mood.

"Professor...I..." Harry noticed that his back was already wet with sweat, and drops of cold sweat were dripping from his temples.

At this time, the wall clock on the wall showed that a quarter of an hour had passed.

Tom and Hermione watched the whole thing from the sidelines, watching with their own eyes Harry's mind wandering a little bit, and then pea-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke that Harry came back to his senses.

"Professor Dumbledore, I feel that thing is alive." After the sweat on his body faded, Harry looked at the locket with some fear, wanting to seek some help from Dumbledore.

"In a sense, there is nothing wrong with your feelings." Dumbledore's voice had a magical power that could calm people's minds. After hearing his voice, Harry's mood inexplicably calmed down, and he no longer had the weird sense of anxiety just now.

"There is indeed something like life in the locket, but I can assure you that it is not an innocent, pure existence. I hope you will help me open this box and let us destroy it." Dumbledore walked to the desk Take the Sorting Hat off the shelf next to it.

"Me?" Harry asked, pointing at himself in disbelief, "Why me?"

He said it very gently. What Harry really meant was that there are three people in this room, who is better than me? Why do I have to open the box with half a bottle of vinegar?

"Harry, believe in yourself, you are special." Dumbledore looked at Harry with love, trust, and encouragement in his eyes.

Encouraged by the look, Harry looked again at the locket.

This time, there was more movement in the locket, and that anxiety returned to Harry. Only this time, Dumbledore stretched out his left hand and put it on Harry's shoulder.

With a sudden sinking in his shoulders, Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore in some confusion, and Dumbledore smiled at him, making him focus on the letter.

After being interrupted by Dumbledore, the anxiety in Harry's heart dissipated immediately, and he could concentrate on the letter s, imagining it as a little snake.

While Harry was brewing, Dumbledore pulled Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat and stuffed it into Tom's hand.

"Weiwei is not very convenient now, you go and solve it."

Tom didn't say much, but stood silently in front of Hermione, ready to go.

Harry looked at the letter, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he only felt that the letter seemed to move.

"...on!" he said. It's just that what he spit out was not an English word, but a hissing growl.

The small gold **** on the locket clicked open, exposing the delicate lining inside. The things in the box make people feel disgusted just by looking at them, because there are two moving eyeballs inside!

The eyeballs are black and bright, just like the eyes of Tom Riddle when he was young. Of course, these piercing eyes are not only like Riddle's, but also like...

At the moment of seeing the eyeball, Hermione even had the illusion of seeing Tom's eyes. But she quickly realized that these were definitely not Tom's eyes, because he would never look at herself with those eyes!

It was a cold, heartless look, as if the owner of the eyeballs didn't understand human emotions at all.

After being exposed to the air, his eyeballs began to move wildly, as if he wanted to escape from the locket, but was stopped by the decoration in the shape of a small stained glass window inside.

"Smash it!" Dumbledore said loudly, and he stepped forward at the same time, pressing the locket firmly on the table.

Tom obeyed Dumbledore's orders, walked to the locket, and hung the point of his sword over his eyeball.

He only needs to lightly send the tip of the sword to destroy the Horcrux in front of him.

"Tom?" A surprised voice floated out from the locket, and then there was a hint of crying in the voice: "Is it Tom?"

Tom was taken aback, the voice was actually Hermione's!

The next moment, the pair of eyes changed and became Hermione's eyes.

Looking into those brown eyes, the sword in Tom's hand grew heavy, and his arms stiffened uncontrollably.

"Save me!" Hermione's voice in the locket was full of panic: "That Hermione outside is fake! That monster replaced me! She took my body!"

Hermione's eyes widened as she stood behind Tom. She never expected that the remnant of Voldemort in the locket could say such words.

It's just a simple scheming, Tom won't fall for it...should? Hermione didn't have much confidence in Tom, she knew the boy would have a near-zero IQ when it came to certain problems.

"This..." Tom swallowed.

"Help me!" Hermione's voice in the locket was already crying, "I shouldn't have touched that box behind your back!"

"Tom, stab!" Dumbledore yelled, his voice echoing through the office.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm Granger!" Hermione in the locket was incoherent in a panic, "I, that, the guy outside is a fake! Don't be fooled by her!"

Hermione standing behind Tom couldn't bear it anymore, she shouted angrily: "It's too much! Bloody mouth, Tom, hurry up—"

Hermione shut her mouth, because she saw Tom's eyes filled with an emotion called doubt, and his heart was disturbed in a few words.

"Yordle, there is no such spell in the wizarding world that can replace a person's soul silently." Dumbledore persuaded Harry from the side.

"That's Lord Voldemort's magic, what's impossible?" Hermione in the locket shouted anxiously.

Tom was silent, and a blood-red color flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Tom like this, both Hermione and Dumbledore shut their mouths. They knew that saying anything now would only have the opposite effect.

The two of them watched Tom anxiously with Harry, watching the bead-sized beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

"Get me out, I'm with you—" Hermione in the locket was still chattering.

"Enough!" Tom roared angrily, and then the sword light flashed, and an extremely loud metal collision sounded in the office, followed by a scream with a very long tail.

Dumbledore backed away quickly, and pulled out his wand from his robe, but nothing happened after that, and the only sound in the headmaster's office was Tom's gasping.

Hermione saw that the locket on the table had been pierced horizontally by the sword of Gryffindor. Tom's hand was so strong that the point of the sword pierced through the locket, and the rest of the strength was still there, piercing the table below.

"Hermione wouldn't call Lord Voldemort your Lord," Tom said in a trembling voice after a few gasps. 【Note】

He let go of the hilt of the sword, straightened up, and there were a few crisp bangs from his spine.

The sword just now seemed to overdraw all his strength.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione, and showed a weak smile: "Fortunately, it was negligent, otherwise I might not be able to get out..."

Hermione took two steps forward and hugged him, letting him collapse into her arms.

"It's all over." She put her arms around Tom's head and whispered in his ear, "You are the bravest warrior!"

"I assure you with my soul that Miss Granger has not been replaced by anything weird." Dumbledore said with a smile on the side. He came to the edge of the table, looked at the shattered locket emitting wisps of smoke and the table that had suffered from innocence, and complained: "Your hands are strong enough."

Dumbledore reached out and pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and found that it was stuck so deadly that he didn't move even when he pulled it hard.

Harry stood quietly by the side, keeping silent, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"He is simply a devil who plays with people's hearts!" Tom said angrily.

"Yes, he is such a person who is good at finding loopholes and weaknesses in people's hearts. I should be glad that he is now obsessed with the power brought by black magic and has forgotten these abilities." Dumbledore agreed with Tom's words, and he took out With a touch of my own wand on the hilt, the sword jumped out of the table.

"I won't let you pay for my table," Dumbledore blinked, and said a witty remark, "Okay, you go back first, I believe Mr. Yodle needs to take a good rest."

Dumbledore was right. Tom, who was tortured by Voldemort, needs to cultivate himself.

Hermione walked out of Dumbledore's office with Tom and a preoccupied Harry~lightnovelpub.net~Harry, I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but now is not a good time-how about tomorrow? We'll let you know. "

Seeing Harry's hesitation to speak, Hermione understood his intentions, but it was obviously not a good time to speak, so she could only ask him to come back tomorrow with apologies.

"Okay." Harry glanced at the weak Tom, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and expressed that he could understand, and he could wait until tomorrow to talk with them.

"Thank you." Hermione helped Tom away.

She took Tom to the House of Requirement.

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Four thousand words in one, good night~

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Note: Voldemort's English name is Voldemort. Generally, the Death Eaters would say Lord Voldemort, but Dumbledore would definitely not add the prefix lord if he dared to say his name.