Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 183 The Burning Torch (Praise the Sun!)
The news of Dumbledore's return made the little wizards chatter non-stop after breakfast. Today is still a rare vacation. They don't have to go to class, don't have to worry about homework, and don't even have to worry about attacks. The little wizards are happy He continued to be decadently addicted to playthings.

But today, apart from the cards, the professors who have nothing to do today sat down and shared many interesting things with the students in the name of D·A.

This is no less than a large gathering of card games, making those little wizards who have stinky hands and lose all their decks within an hour find new things to pass the time.

They easily found that today's professors are much more cordial than in the past. Even Snape, he is not so disturbing. Even under the shivering gaze of a group of young wizards, he shared A story about an evil monster-the black goat.

It's just that the overly detailed and realistic description made the students feel a strange feeling of pity for this obviously extremely bad magical creature, especially after Snape told them that the materials taken from different parts of the black goat could After brewing powerful potions with different effects
The little wizards who had imagined that the monster was brutally dismembered by Snape, disemboweled, and eaten alive just wanted to run to the toilet.
The story of the master of horror stories will scare a group of little wizards who are not too brave.
When it was close to noon, the door of the hall was opened, and dozens of wizards of various ages, wearing serious and rigid purple uniform robes, walked into the hall of the auditorium.

The decoration of today's auditorium is also different from the previous ones. In addition to the familiar four long tables, there is more space in the middle than before, and two long tables are placed in the teacher's seat. sides.

Along with this group of serious wizards came a group of journalist-like people with enchanted cameras in their hands and shorthand quills in their breast pockets.

The strangers in full armor gave the students a different feeling, as if something special was about to happen today.

After everyone was seated, Dumbledore, with a fluttering white beard, walked briskly to the rostrum through a door behind the teacher's seat.

"How about pretending I'm not leaving?" Dumbledore blinked. "After all, I've only been away from school for a few hours, and the Hogwarts Express didn't even take me to platform nine and three-quarters."

A burst of cheers rang out among the students, and the little wizards celebrated with joy. Dumbledore came back, which meant that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets had been dealt with last night. The headmaster did not let them down, just as he said That said, as long as someone needs it, they can get help at Hogwarts.

"But I want to declare in advance that I am not responsible for this matter."

"Could it be Lockhart?"

A surprised exclamation sounded, and even the little wizard who said these words couldn't help covering his mouth.

"This matter is indeed related to Professor Lockhart, but it may not be what you think."

"Okay, now allow me to introduce you."

Dumbledore stretched out his flat palms and pointed at the serious wizards in purple uniform robes on both sides.

"They are all judges of the Wizengamot Wizarding Tribunal. Today, we are at Hogwarts, and we need to conduct a not-so-serious but very important trial."

"On the Public Trial of Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The little wizards started whispering, but the name didn't appear in their minds at all. Although they called out Tom, dozens of ignorant heads suddenly popped up in the group of little wizards, but the full name, No one has ever heard of it.

"Of course, that's the name he used to have, at least when he was a student at Hogwarts."

"There is another name that you may be more familiar with, and it is also about him."

"Voldemort."

There was a sound of panic and staggering, and many young wizards were frightened and slid off their stools and sat on the ground. Some of them even took off the tableware, causing a ping-pong-pong chaos ring.

"Don't be so afraid. If you think Voldemort is not very kind, then just call him Tom. In fact, I always think that the name Voldemort is not as nice as his real name. Look, Tom is so kind."

This kind of statement really makes the little wizards breathe a sigh of relief. After all, Tom, a name that can be heard everywhere, may appear on your friends, neighbors, parents, brothers, and even cats and dogs.

It's really kind and very familiar.

A small box was placed on the table of the rostrum, and the young wizards held their breaths, and the jury wizards of the Wizengamot also became nervous. They imagined that after Dumbledore opened the box, what would happen? What a terrible sight.

But after a diary and a crown were taken out, a trace of surprise appeared in their hearts,

"Voldemort 11 years ago, because of the desperate resistance of Harry's parents, the Killing Curse was rebounded. The rebounded spell shattered his body and shattered his soul. He was in a state similar to a remnant soul. lingering in this world."

"Last year, do you all remember Professor Quirrell?"

"He came into contact with this remnant soul by chance, and was bewitched and possessed by Voldemort, and it lived in the back of Quirrell's head."

A sudden gasp of air-conditioning seemed to raise the temperature of the hall a little bit, and the little wizards froze after a moment of fear. They couldn't believe that the danger was so close to them.

"Long live Peeves!"

An abrupt shout sounded from the Gryffindor crowd, and the little wizards who suddenly thought of something let out a burst of 'hahahahahaha' uncontrollable laughter.

Thinking of Quirrell who was drowning in shit and swimming in it. It seems that Voldemort is not so scary anymore
"Then he was eliminated, right? I mean, Tom." A little wizard dared to ask

"It seems that Tom's name is indeed very kind. Yes, the remnant soul that Tom escaped from the spell has been wiped out, but that's just one of them."

"He divided his soul into several fragments, and each fragment represents him at a different time, but it is also himself."

"This is the diary he once left, and a piece of Tom's soul is preserved in it."

Young Tom got out of the diary. He looked calmly at the familiar hall and the familiar and unfamiliar people.

There was a commotion again, but it was much smaller than before, because Dumbledore was here.

When the young wizards fell silent, the whispers among the Wizengamot did not stop. Almost all of them were elderly wizards, and many of them had seen Tom in his youth when Hogwarts The best student, but left a deep impression on many people.

"In that case, Dumbledore, he opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, right?"

A witch with the same serious expression as Professor McGonagall asked Dumbledore, her fists were clenched tightly, she stared at the young Tom, and her heart, which had been stirred up for a long time, could not calm down.

When Voldemort was raging, his elder brother Edel Burns was brutally killed. She never forgot the blood feud more than ten years ago.

"It's true, Amelia, it was indeed a misjudgment at the time, but for a detailed explanation, let the person concerned explain it in detail."

Dumbledore nodded to Tom, and Tom, who had been prepared for a long time, spoke calmly without any resistance. His voice was numb. Last night, he saw something that made him only want to be fulfilled. A picture of a quick death.

After all, he is the most rational soul fragment, while the others are more or less tainted with an untimely rebelliousness.

The past is constantly being told, the sound of rustling quill recordings has become the only voice today, the cameras are lit up one after another, and the journalists who are already passionate have burst out the strongest inspiration in their lives, the writers who write hard The manuscripts of the report are waiting for the trial to end and they return to the newspaper office.

Starting from the Chamber of Secrets, the story continues until he kills his own father who is a Muggle. There are only records of such things in the memory of 16-year-old Tom.

But even if there is only such a few, it still makes people feel chills in the back.

Because of resentment, he waved a butcher knife at his biological father and his family, and cleverly framed his uncle. Such a murder is hard to believe that this is something that a 16-year-old child who is still in school can do. .

When a giant more than three meters tall walked into the hall, the stunned people slowly came back to their senses, and let out a mouthful of stale breath that had been held in for a long time.

"Rubus Hagrid."

The ghostly Tom looked at the giant who stood in front of him and covered his body with that huge shadow.

Hagrid didn't speak, but the aura emanating from him had already told everyone his mood at the moment.

It was a nameless anger that mixed anger, sadness, and helplessness, and turned them into fuelwood, burning to the limit.

"I'm sorry, what happened back then was my frame for you."

Hagrid looked down at the ghost apologizing to him, then slowly opened his mouth and said:
"I've had a good life these years, with Professor Dumbledore trusting me and friends accompanying me."

"Sorry, will it help?"

"But someone needs me to do this, maybe it can make you feel a little bit better. I have nothing to make up for except death."

Hagrid took a deep look at Tom, who was not good at words, he just turned around silently, then narrowed his eyes slightly to prevent the moist mist from condensing into water droplets.

He walked towards the lawn covered with dots of snow against the light coming in from the main entrance, and a loud cry came into the hall from afar, it was the roar of venting.

"Is there anything else I need to do, Professor?"

Tom looked at Dumbledore calmly, then the old man shook his head, he drew out a long silver sword, and nailed the diary through without any hesitation.

This is not a formal trial, this is a trial that only needs to be witnessed.

There was a pierced crack in his heart, and Tom resisted the pain and turned his head to look outside the door. There was only a glare of light, which was reflected by the white snow with a chilly light, which melted him into this world.

No one could stop Dumbledore's actions in time, and the members of the Wizengamot never expected that Dumbledore would kill young Tom so simply.

"Then next is"

Dumbledore took out Ravenclaw's diadem, which also blocked the words of those wizards.

"Tom's second soul rests in the crown that originally belonged to the founder of Hogwarts - Rowena Ravenclaw."

"When Tom was at school, he tricked Lady Grey into finding out where the diadem was, and then split his soul with wicked magic and entrusted it to it."

"When he applied to return to school to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts after graduation, he hid the diadem in a room at Hogwarts, and was subsequently found by Professor Gilderoy Lockhart inadvertently."

"As you know, that duel club gave him a big blow. When people lose their minds, they will always encounter some unlucky things."

"It's just that he's a little bit more unfortunate."

"On Christmas Eve, the Professor Lockhart you saw was no longer what he used to be. He was bewitched by Tom's soul fragment."

"Different from the soul fragment we saw in the diary just now, this was created by Tom after he left Hogwarts, so compared to his student days, the him carried in this fragment has already fallen into evil. in the midst of madness."

"We are very sorry to inform you that Professor Gilderoy Lockhart is no longer suitable to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. When he went to the Chamber of Secrets to meet another soul last night, he appeared due to some accidents. Serious and irreversible damage."

Dumbledore nodded his temples, "Your Professor Lockhart will not tell a single lie from now on. Although this is a welcome change, I think you need to read his book again. , the story inside is true, but the protagonist may be slightly off."

"But that's not what needs to be discussed today."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a twisted figure struggling frantically rushed out from the jewel of the crown. The twisted and evil soul that had almost lost its human form was roaring madly, roaring, and venting its heart The deepest dark will.

If they had seen a murderer with cold blood and intelligence before, now they saw a twisted beast of madness and evil.

After being tortured by the phoenix fire for a whole night, he not only vomited everything he knew, but when the old man calmed down, Dumbledore's decisive side was completely exposed.

He is a close friend of Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, and a colleague who once pursued the greater good together.

Although he has changed after the accident in which his sister died, it is undeniable that Dumbledore also has a heart as strong and cold as a rock.

"Voldemort is not invincible, you can only cower in his fear of the Dark Lord."

"He does possess formidable strength, but"

"You needn't be afraid."

"I happened to read a very interesting book recently. I read a sentence. It was a writer, thinker, revolutionist, legendary wizard with dual-wielding violent warfare, and only added light skills, Mr. Lu Xun. I will take this opportunity to share the famous sayings with you.”

"May all the young people in China get rid of the air-conditioning, just go up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves. Those who can do things do things, and those who can make a sound. If there is a little heat, a little light, it will be like a firefly, and it can also shine a little in the dark. Light, no need to wait for the torch.

Since then, if there is no torch: I am the only light.If there is a torch and the sun is out, we will naturally disappear with confidence.Not only is there no injustice, but also praise the torch or the sun as you please; because he has illuminated human beings, including me. "

"I also hope that the young people in England will get rid of the cold air and no longer be afraid of the darkness that once enveloped our heads. When we turn into torches and lights, we will illuminate the darkness and welcome the dawn of dawn with our own hands."

"I wasn't the one who entered the secret room this time, it wasn't me who caught Tom, and it wasn't me who killed the basilisk."

"He is just a student here, just like you."

"Tom Riddle! That's Voldemort!"

"He is not worthy of our fear, we obey, we shiver in a corner."

"He can't beat a 12-year-old wizard, can he?"

The eyes of the little wizards looked in one direction without any hesitation.

"Ron Weasley!"

"And his companions, whose names we should all know."

"For this reason, Gryffindor will add a thousand points. Hogwarts will award them the Hogwarts Lifetime Achievement Trophy at the end of the semester, and their names will remain in the most prominent position in this hall."

"The Knights of the Sun."

Dumbledore popped a sun emblem from his fingertip, and in the flip, a ball of fire rose.

The flames of the phoenix turned into the first torch, and the blazing flames burned away the ugly and twisted soul, and the tragic wailing turned into the splendid robes attached to the hero.

"Praise the sun!"

Someone got up and opened his hands.

Then those countless people opened their hands trying to embrace the phoenix flame hanging in mid-air.

"Praise the sun!"

(End of this chapter)