Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 111 Scarface's Suicide Ends All

Chapter 112 Scarface's Suicide Ends All

Now, Dumbledore, upon hearing Harry's actions, was truly shaken and terrified.

He took the demon book and examined it carefully, but could not find any trace of Voldemort inside. He only saw a one-eyed worm curled up in a ball, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So... what is the purpose of this book... created by Voldemort?"

"Professor, your words are utterly baseless. I have never studied black magic, how would I know what wonders this book might have?"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore immediately felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, unable to breathe through his mouth and nose.

How dare they produce this book when they don't even know what its purpose is?

The old headmaster shakily pulled out the potion from his pocket, popped the plug, and swallowed it all. It took him a long time to catch his breath.

"Harry, who taught you how to make magical items?"

"Ah! I just clearly told the professor that it was those eyes that died but did not perish, and sought a way to live, crawling into this book."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and said slowly, "Then... let's leave it at that."

He intended to destroy the Horcrux, but feeling indebted to Harry, he instead waved his wand and chanted incantations, placing dozens of restrictions on the grotesque book.

"As long as the curse is not broken, Voldemort will never be able to show himself, and the Basilisk will not be able to harm anyone."

Dumbledore handed the demonic book back, saying softly, "Use it with caution, Harry."

"This book contains a basilisk that has lived for over nine hundred years, as well as a powerful dark wizard. Even with all the precautions I've taken, it's still very dangerous."

Harry was about to return the gesture with a bow when he remembered he only had one arm left. He patted his chest and laughed:

"Professor, rest assured. If this bird book shows even the slightest sign of rebellion, I will strike down both of them with a single sword and send them both to their doom."

Dumbledore chuckled. "That would be perfect."

After collecting the demonic book, Harry and his friends rushed to the school hospital.

Lady Pomfrey had received Dumbledore's message long ago and had been waiting there for some time.

But seeing the gaping hole in Lucius's back, as if pierced by a golden spear, she quickly sent two servants to support him, while she herself rushed forward to help Harry sit down.

"Good heavens, Harry, you're badly injured—where's your arm?"

"It's with me."

Hagrid quickly placed the phoenix chick in his arms on the ground, then took out the wrapped severed arm and carefully lifted the cloth.

Upon seeing the bruised and mangled severed arm, Lady Pomfrey exclaimed, "Merlin's beard! What happened?!"

"It's the basalis's fangs!" Hagrid exclaimed urgently. "Can Harry's arm be reattached?"

"Even if the phoenix cried for a whole day and night, its tears wouldn't be enough."

Madam Pomfrey, still staring at the severed arm, said, "Those not involved, please step aside. The injured person needs rest. But Professor Dumbledore, please wait a moment; perhaps I need your help."

Having said that, he took his wand and cast a levitation spell, taking the severed arm away to detoxify.

"Take a break, Harry."

Dumbledore said softly, "I will stay with you until you are fully recovered."

Harry lay on his sickbed, feeling as if his whole body was disintegrating, with waves of soreness and numbness in his hands and feet.

He closed his eyes to rest for a while, then suddenly spoke again: "I remember when the Chamber of Secrets first opened, the professor told me that this scar on his forehead contained a remnant of Voldemort's soul."

"Harry—"

"Am I also one of that guy's Horcruxes?"

These words were truly piercing and suffocating. Dumbledore's hand clenched tightly in his sleeve, and after a long silence, he finally said, "I won't let you die, Harry."

"I swear to you with my life."

Harry laughed and said, "Does the professor think I'm some cowardly bird who clings to life? If I really become some kind of Horcrux, I'll just wait to avenge my parents and then take my own life."

It is said: Possessed by a Horcrux, the headmaster's unspoken thoughts run deep; though he speaks of protecting her, his brow furrows with worry. Suddenly, Harry's laughter echoes, revealing the true heart of a hero; if a demon were to possess his body, he would destroy the demon's soul and end his own life, restoring peace and order to the world!

Dumbledore looked lost and for a long time before saying, "Don't think too much, Harry. All you need to do now is focus on recovering."

"Voldemort dared not make too many Horcruxes, as that would cloud his otherwise proud mind."

Upon hearing this, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Does Voldemort have any other Horcruxes?"

"I suspect he might have three more."

Dumbledore sighed, "I used to think her purpose in searching for the relics of the four founders was the same as that of the other students. Now I can confirm it: it was to create Horcruxes."

Listen, dear reader: It turns out that when Voldemort was studying at Hogwarts in his early years, he had a particular fondness for searching for the relics of the four great masters, but he couldn't collect all four even after searching the entire castle.

Even after graduating, he still harbored wicked intentions and wanted to negotiate with Dumbledore for a position as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor so he could return to the school to investigate.

The first time, Dumbledore declined, citing his youth and inexperience. The second time, he saw through the scoundrel's treacherous intentions and dismissed him again.

Voldemort harbored resentment because of this and cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Do you know what this curse is?

But those who occupy this position will not have a good end!

Harry was shocked and exclaimed, "Damn it! No wonder both of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professors are such awkward people."

Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor sword lying before the bed and said, "This sword is the relic he never found; after all, the conditions for obtaining it were very special. As for the other three, I think he has already turned them into Horcruxes..."

Just then, a loud "whoosh" was heard, and Madame Pomfrey burst in, lifting the curtain behind her.

"Harry, Professor Dumbledore, I have bad news for you. The snake venom in that arm has penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

"I have no way to remove it."

Dumbledore frowned even more. "Is Harry's arm beyond repair?"

"Of course I can reconnect it, Professor Dumbledore, and even make it move freely as if it had never been disconnected—but the venom will spread throughout the body instantly."

Dumbledore understood immediately and stood up. "Bobby, do you want me to stop the snake venom in my arm?"

"...This is the only solution I can think of."

The two looked solemn, but Harry patted the bed and laughed, "Why do the professor and his wife look like they're in mourning? Their faces are pale and they don't look happy at all."

"Since my arm can be regenerated, this is a great joy! Let's quickly begin!"

Madam Pomfrey paused, then said with a complicated expression, "Harry, you really are the most special little wizard I've ever met."

"You flatter me, madam. Let's get started."

Dumbledore and the man with the severed arm cast a spell, and Madam Pomfrey poured several bottles of potion from Harry's severed arm.

After the incantation was finished, forcing the snake venom to stop, Madam Pomfrey did not hesitate any longer. She raised the severed arm, aimed it at the tendons, and began to heal the flesh.

After about half an incense stick's time, Lady Pomfrey finally straightened up and exhaled.

"alright."

Harry swung his left arm, loosened his finger bones, and felt as if they were one. He laughed and said, "Madam, your miraculous healing touch is truly divine."

"Professor Dumbledore's spell is powerful enough."

Madam Pomfrey poured a glass of chocolate milk and said, "Get some rest, Harry. Don't use it for anything too strenuous."

"It will take some time for your arm to fully recover."

Lady Pomfrey gave several important instructions and then urged Dumbledore to leave.

"I'll come visit you again tomorrow, Harry."

Dumbledore adjusted his pointed hat. "Now I have to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Governors."

Harry cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Professor, please make yourself at home."

"Oh, Harry, what did I just tell you? Don't keep touching it!"

After Madam Pomfrey had also left, Salazar, nestled in Harry's arms, suddenly spoke up: "Ready to pay your debts, Harry?"

(End of this chapter)