Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Harry watched blankly as Dumbledore picked up his sword and stabbed it into a rather nice-looking cup.

He saw the black smoke coming out of the cup, and heard the scream that seemed to pierce the soul.

This voice felt very familiar to him.

Just when he was about to ask, the scar on his forehead suddenly became hot. Then, a familiar pain made him couldn't help but raise his hand to cover the lightning scar on his forehead.

This pain was more severe than before, as if someone had stabbed a knife into his forehead and stirred it inside.

Harry covered his forehead, his face turned extremely pale in an instant, and he squeezed out a cry of pain from his throat. Under the gaze of Dumbledore and Soul, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected it. He took out the Elder Wand and waved it gently. The sofa under Harry's butt stretched and widened, and finally turned into a bed, and Harry lay down under the influence of magic.

Dumbledore, like a doctor, observed for a while and sighed softly.

"This should be what happened to Harry during the summer vacation, right?"

"Judging from Harry's description, yes, Professor." Soul replied, "I'm a little confused as to why Harry is like this..."

Dumbledore pondered for a while before speaking.

"If my guess is not wrong, for some reason, Harry and Riddle have a mental link. Moreover, I guess that Harry and Riddle cannot form such a link all the time. There should be a link between the two people. With some kind of bond, and with the help of certain conditions, Harry could see what was happening on Riddle's side."

"Horcrux?" Suer immediately asked.

"Yes, I am basically certain that Harry has become one of Riddle's Horcruxes, and Riddle himself must not be aware of it." Dumbledore said softly, without any intention of hiding it.

"After Fox sent the letter, I found the place through some details in the letter."

"Then what? Professor, have you found Voldemort?" Suer asked immediately.

"He is indeed there." Dumbledore nodded calmly, "but I underestimated the power that has gathered around him."

"He ran away?" Suer blinked and said with some disbelief, "You are so powerful...why..."

"Thul, being powerful sometimes doesn't mean you can achieve all the goals you want." Dumbledore chuckled and blinked.

"I'm not surprised at all that he was able to get away with it."

"Compared to me not being able to keep him, what I value more is some of the things I learned there."

"Getting back to the subject, judging from the information I have obtained, there is some weak connection between the Horcrux and the Horcrux, even if it has been separated from the main body." Every pain in Harry's scar represents a change in Riddle's emotions. Violent fluctuations, either anger or happiness, such as when he obtained a new body, or now, the destruction of one of his soul containers. "

Su Er showed an expression of sudden realization, but in his heart he felt that the old bee was indeed an old bee.

"So, every time Harry and Voldemort have a mental connection, we can use this method to obtain some information, such as what Voldemort is planning to do, or where he is?" Suhr asked.

"Yes, before Riddle realizes this matter, we can get some useful information through this method." Dumbledore nodded lightly.

"Then if Voldemort knows the existence of this thought link..." Suer hesitated.

"So, in order to prevent such things from happening, there is a magic that must be put on the agenda." Dumbledore blinked.

"Occlumency!" Sur reacted immediately.

"Yes, there is a person in this castle who will teach Harry conscientiously. At the same time, he is also a master at it. If he can teach you, he can also teach Harry."

Soul knew exactly who the person in Dumbledore's words was.

"Then let's see what Harry saw this time, shall we? Mr. Voldemort must be very angry that his soul container was destroyed. Maybe we can learn about the other Horcruxes from this. whereabouts..."

Dumbledore glanced at Soul with appreciation, nodded, and reached out to call out the teacup and teapot.

Not long after, Harry suddenly sat up from the bed, lowered his head and panted heavily, covering his forehead with his hand, his face pale.

"How are you, Harry? Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked at him with concern;

Harry looked up when he heard the sound, looking a little dazed, "It's... not bad."

"Come and have some tea, Harry." Soul brought a cup of black tea at the right time.

"Thank you." Harry reached out and took it, drinking it in one gulp. The warm tea made his cold body feel warm, and his pupils finally focused.

"I...I just saw it again." Harry hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

"Don't worry, Harry." Dumbledore raised his hand and patted Harry on the shoulder, then turned the bed back into a single sofa. "Speak slowly. First, what did you see just now?"

"Okay." Harry nodded obediently, "I saw him very angry, very angry. He was angry in a very ancient and gorgeous hall. It was not the same place as the one I dreamed about last time."

Dumbledore nodded. It was expected that Voldemort would be angry. The key point was what Voldemort did next, so Dumbledore guided him gently, "Then, what did he do?"

"He got angry at several people, and there was a snake. It dragged one of them..." Harry couldn't help showing a hint of fear as he said this, "Drag that person away..."

"Is there anyone? Did you hear their names or see their faces?" Suer asked.

Harry thought about it for a while and shook his head, "No names, those people are all wearing masks, by the way, just like the day of the Quidditch World Cup finals, they are wearing the same masks."

"Professor, what I saw, is it..." Harry couldn't help but ask, hesitating to speak.

"Don't worry, Harry," Dumbledore said softly, "I already know what happened to you, and we have a good solution for it."

"Tell me next, what did he say? Apart from losing his temper, did he mention his next plan?"

"Plan? I don't know if this is a plan..." Harry frowned and tried to remember, "He ordered several people to go to several places to check something, but I could only hear that there was an isolated island. ..and Gringotts...it seems...there is also a place where he asked someone to take him to a place called...Hangleton."

"Hangleton?" Soule repeated, "Are you sure you heard that correctly, Harry?"

"I don't know." Harry frowned, forcing himself to recall everything he had just seen, his face looked a little painful, and those memories began to blur.

"I only heard Hangleton clearly..."

"Sorry, Professor, the memory is interrupted here..."