RNP Chapter 130 Man and Horcrux
Chapter 130 Man and Horcrux
Chapter 130 Man and Horcrux
"This child, he is not human. Not entirely human," Nicolas Flamel said gravely.
"Not human?" Dumbledore, Gale, and Flitwick were all puzzled.
The phrase "not human" is hard to understand. Harry is a lively little wizard; if he's not human, then what is he?
Whether "not entirely human" can be translated to mean "not human at all" is another matter.
Nicolas Flamel said nothing more, and casually pointed to a corner, where a tiny alchemical ritual quickly took place, and a ball of alchemical flame spread along the rope-like thing to the outside of the door.
At the same time, he said loudly, "Ryan, your retractable ears are too obvious. I hope you can come up with an improvement when you come to me for the next lesson."
"Hey, all right!" Ryan's voice came from right next to the door, as flames flickered from the corner of the room to the outside, accompanied by a faint sound.
"It's a pity we were caught eavesdropping." He released a small alchemical flame from his hand.
"I told you it wasn't appropriate to listen to the headmaster and professors. We should just go to the kitchen and get something for the professors and the headmaster too." Harry, who had just advised Ryan against doing this, tried to pull Ryan to the kitchen.
"Alright, let's go to the kitchen then." Ryan stared intently behind the door, then turned and left.
He had already guessed some unbelievable truths, things that had perhaps never happened since the birth of magic.
Ryan led the way because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his expression and Harry would notice something amiss. Although the possibility was slim, it was best not to cause any unnecessary trouble.
That's absolutely outrageous!
Outrageous in every sense of the word!
No wonder Harry is the protagonist! Following the possible truth that had just come to mind, Ryan felt more and more that if there really was a problem of luck or destiny, simply sending out a capable assistant like Harry Potter would be enough to solve everything.
At least from birth until now, perhaps Harry himself considers himself extremely unfortunate, or perhaps, in Lane's eyes, Harry is simply a "real Felix Felicis" flowing in his veins.
Unfortunately, luck comes at a price—he caught a glimpse of the thin figure beside him out of the corner of his eye, and he felt that if he had a choice, Harry wouldn't want this kind of luck.
Harry had no idea what was going on. He was a good student, a good kid, and he wouldn't eavesdrop on his teachers.
All he knew was that he should bring the principal and professors some food and drink to help them replenish their energy while they were preparing for work.
The two walked towards the underground kitchen in silence.
"Why do you say Harry isn't entirely human?" Dumbledore asked, his brow furrowed tightly, his long, trembling beard revealing his inner turmoil.
As the architect and executor of the Savior Plan, he placed high hopes on Harry Potter, once believing that Harry Potter was the one who, after him, could completely end Voldemort.
But then suddenly someone, and a very influential one at that, said that Harry Potter wasn't entirely human.
This can be seen as a partial negation of Dumbledore's plan to cultivate a savior, thus indirectly demonstrating that Dumbledore was a failure as an educator.
If someone were to say that Dumbledore is a crazy old man, he would probably just laugh.
However, if someone were to say that Dumbledore was a failure as a teacher, having failed to persuade both successive Dark Lords, then Dumbledore might become furious.
"That's right, Harry Potter, besides being a wizard, is also a living vessel," Nicolas Flamel said, his face showing an expression that said, "Even if I lived for six hundred years, I'd never seen anything like this before."
"There is a fragment of another soul in Harry Potter's soul."
"That's impossible!" Flitwick immediately expressed his doubt. Two souls residing in one person's body could only turn that person into a madman who doesn't know what he's doing.
They would never be like Harry Potter, who knew how to respect his teachers and study hard.
If Ryan were here, he would definitely argue with his professor: "Any object can become a vessel for a soul, a Horcrux, so why can't humans? Isn't this discrimination against humanity?! This is unfair, this is racism! I'm so angry and cold-blooded, when will humanity ever stand up for itself?!"
"There is no similar trace in the history of magic." Dumbledore thought for a moment, recalling his experiences and reading records over the years. He knew that Nicolas Flamel would not speak without reason, but his concern and love for Harry had become a habit, which led him to say this.
"We'll find out when that kid gets back and investigates." Gale sneered. "You're just too cautious. You even sent someone away specifically for this kind of thing. Maybe it's because you haven't made an excuse in centuries. Even if you make up one, that kid Ryan will be able to tell there's something wrong with what you're saying."
"Actually, there's no need to investigate. It's just a fragment of Voldemort's soul." Dumbledore looked at the Eden's Path - Voldemort - Seal, floating above the complex alchemical apparatus placed in the center of the room.
He continued, "The creation of a Horcrux requires three conditions: murder, a vessel, and intense malice. And Voldemort just happened to meet all three conditions that night."
"Harry thus became a living Horcrux—"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist within the seal stirred, as if it had sensed something.
Silence fell over the room. After a long while, only Gale exclaimed in amazement, "Hyper probably doesn't even know that the Horcruxes he created can split the soul into so many pieces, and even attach to living people."
"With this skill alone, Tom Riddle has established his own school of thought, and if it were passed down to future generations, no one would say he was just copying others."
Hearing his old man's words, Dumbledore's previously heavy heart turned to laughter, though he said with a wry smile, "Gail, this is not the time to praise Voldemort. Voldemort's magic is now on the opposite side of ours."
This would raise Harry's danger level, and we would need to reassess the potential impact of Voldemort on Harry.
"No, Albus, you've overlooked the most important point. It's not just about your student's safety; Harry Potter's safety is insignificant." Gale suddenly raised his voice, looking directly at Dumbledore. "Think about it carefully. Horcruxes allow their wielders to avoid death because their souls are incomplete. Every fragment of a soul can become a vessel for resurrection!"
"Heaven knows how many Horcruxes your student Tom Riddle has made! Making just one Horcrux wouldn't cause such irreversible problems with a wizard's mental state, nor would it cause a series of collapses in a wizard's appearance and bloodline, ultimately restoring balance!"
"Don't forget the sword we brought back from the Great Lakes. With an enemy like that lurking in the shadows, he'll definitely think of Voldemort as a good flag!"