Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 381 Harry's Training Plan
Since Bungon and Fox got along better and better.

If Moon wants to see Headmaster Dumbledore, he no longer needs to go through other professors.

All it takes is for Bouncy and Fawkes to give a word, and Dumbledore will be informed very quickly.

Then Beng Beng relayed the meeting time to Moon.

This involves far fewer procedures compared to other people meeting with the principal.

The furnishings in the principal's office remain the same as before, with almost no changes.

Noticing Moon coming up the spiral staircase, Dumbledore put down his book.

"Ms. Bouncy said you have something very important to give me. Is it in the box?"

Dumbledore looked at Moon curiously as he placed the box on the desk.

"Yes, Professor."

clap~
Mu En brushed the dust off his hands, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Although I kept it for more than a month, I assure you that I have absolutely not done anything to harm anyone.”

"Really? It seems this thing makes you quite nervous."

As Dumbledore spoke, he gently waved his hand.

All eight locks on the iron box opened instantly.

They floated up neatly again and landed on the table.

pat~
Dumbledore waved his hand again, and the box lid swung open with a bang.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be this."

As Dumbledore spoke, he glanced at Moon standing beside him.

"Can I take it out and take a look?"

"Of course, Professor, that's exactly why I'm here to hand over this item."

After Moon finished speaking, Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly.

He then carefully reached in and took out the notebook.

Dumbledore's smile widened as he glanced at the name on the title page.

"Long time no see, Tom."

As soon as those words were spoken, the notebook suddenly started flipping through pages like crazy.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the previously peaceful room.

Tea sets, books, and papers on the table were scattered and flying everywhere.

"Oh, what's going on!"

boom!
A teacup was swept up by the strong wind and smashed next to a picture frame on the wall.

The female principal, who was sleeping in the painting, was suddenly awakened.

"Oh, what's going on!"

"Where does the wind come from?"

"It must be the Gryffindor lion cubs causing trouble again."

In the portrait, a headmaster labeled Blake is seen clutching his top hat and furiously complaining.

Amidst the cacophony of the principal's shouts, Moon keenly caught the sentence.

However, Moon was very clear that the little lion the deceased headmaster was referring to was probably not himself.

"All curses end!"

Dumbledore then spoke in a loud voice.

The strong winds inside the room stopped instantly!
Upon hearing the name of the curse, Moon's eyes lit up instantly.

"Professor Dumbledore, can this spell really stop all magic? Can I learn it?"

Hearing that Moon wanted to learn the spell.

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment, then shook his head.

"To learn it, you must master advanced magic, and most importantly, you must have your own understanding of magic."

As Dumbledore spoke, he issued another spell: "Restore to Normal".

The things inside, which had been scattered by the strong wind, returned to their original state in an instant.

"Uh, okay."

A look of disappointment flashed in Moon's eyes.

But think about it.

If you truly learn a spell, you can stop other spells at will.

Hogwarts would no longer need to teach students defensive spells.

"Don't be discouraged, Mr. Scarlett. Your current strength is already quite impressive. I guarantee that there has never been a more outstanding student than you in the past hundred years at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's compliment made Moon blush slightly.

The bouncy creature, perched on the shoulder, curiously walked over and rubbed the blush with its little paws.

"Squeak?" (What's wrong? It's so hot here.)
Faced with Beng Beng's teasing, Mu En pursed his lips and looked at the other person.

"Alright, stop messing around, go check on the little phoenix."

More than half a year has passed since the phoenix's rebirth.

Little Fox's feathers have all grown out, and their colors are even more vibrant than before.

Similarly, beautiful feathers are more attractive to bouncy creatures.

"Chirp!" (Okay, I'm off!)

Bengbeng quickly jumped off the shoulder and ran towards the phoenix stand next to it.

Where did you get this notebook?

Moon realized that he didn't want Bouncy to be exposed to too much about Voldemort.

Dumbledore waited until the two animals started talking before quietly asking the question.

"It was during summer vacation, after I returned from visiting Malfoy Manor, and I was flipping through books."

As Moon recounted his experiences with the notebook during the summer vacation, he told Dumbledore everything.

"Lucius, this is something I didn't expect."

As Dumbledore spoke, he placed the notebook on the table.

He then took off his glasses and gently placed them on the title page.

His entire set of movements was like suppressing something.

"Principal, what exactly is this notebook? Will it be harmful?"

"Don't worry, now that the item is with me, there won't be any problems. As for what it is..."

Dumbledore fell into deep thought as he spoke.

Recalling Voldemort's statement during the Philosopher's Stone incident last year, and looking at the notebook Moon brought, the old headmaster unconsciously made a decision.

"Actually, this notebook is a magical artifact; Horcrux is its real name."

"A Horcrux? So that means it contains Voldemort's soul?"

Moon suddenly tensed up.

He originally thought the notebook contained only a memory of Voldemort.

It can also be used to help improve one's knowledge; I never expected it to be the soul.

"That's right, to be precise, it's a part of the soul."

Why would Voldemort do this? Wouldn't splitting his soul weaken his power?

Moon still doesn't know what Voldemort really wants.

However, since the opponent can be called the Dark Lord, he must be pursuing great power.

The act of splitting the soul clearly violates this principle.

"He's thinking much further ahead than you think. Voldemort isn't just after power; what he really wants is immortality."

"eternal life!"

To be honest, Moon has never thought about this topic yet, after all, he is still young enough.

Recall the ancient great wizards that Professor Binns talked about in his history of magic class.

Even the incredibly powerful Merlin, and the four founders of Hogwarts, couldn't take this step.

What right does Voldemort have?
Moon looked at the notebook on the table, which was being held down by his half-moon shaped glasses.

when~
A metallic clanging sound roused Moon from his reverie.

He glanced sharply to the side and saw Dumbledore holding a silver spoon.

The sound just now was the clinking of a spoon and a teacup.

"Uh, Professor, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. This is the power of black magic. It can subtly draw people in and make them unable to extricate themselves."

Dumbledore's reminder made Moon realize how wise it was to have sent the notebook there.

Otherwise, he might be influenced silently and become Voldemort's pawn.

Thinking of this, Moon made a firm decision.

"Professor, is it possible to stop Voldemort's plan for immortality with this?" Hearing this, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

"It's not that simple."

"Although the process of creating Horcruxes is evil, it is not that difficult."

"As long as one Horcrux exists in the world, Voldemort can prolong his life with it."

As Dumbledore continued his explanation, Moon's expression grew increasingly serious.

"In other words, Voldemort created more than one Horcrux."

“That’s right. Although I don’t know the exact number of Horcruxes, I’m certain that there is more than one.”

Moon's breath caught in his throat after hearing Dumbledore's words.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as Voldemort keeps creating Horcruxes, he can keep regenerating and no one can defeat him?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"That's true in theory, but not in reality. The appearance of one person has already disrupted Voldemort's plan to create Horcruxes."

Seeing Dumbledore's mysterious expression, Moon suddenly realized what was going on.

"It's Harry!"

"That's right, the only enemy Voldemort was in the prophecy, the boy who survived ten years ago."

"But professor, do you really believe in prophecies?"

Consider Voldemort's current power and the existence of Horcruxes.

Moon doesn't think Harry is a match for the Dark Lord.

"Whether I believe it or not is not important; what matters is that Voldemort believes in the prophecy."

As Dumbledore spoke, he directed a cup of hot cocoa to fly to Moon's side.

"Thank you. So you've been trying to protect Harry in order to slow down Voldemort's progress in creating Horcruxes, and then figure out a way to defeat him."

"That's right, but this is only part of the plan."

Dumbledore did not choose to hide it.

In fact, ever since recruiting Moon into the Order of the Phoenix, the headmaster had been thinking about how to make the most of Moon's trump card.

Not long ago, he sensed something interesting and then decided to explain part of his plan to Moon.

In fact, if Moon hadn't come to the headmaster's office today, Dumbledore would have gone to see him.

“Harry is indeed of paramount importance. I had originally devised a series of plans to improve his magical abilities before he graduated.”

"Your appearance disrupted the plan, but it also showed me a new and more reliable solution."

"So now I'd like to ask you to help me this once, which is also a way of helping Harry."

Looking into the principal's deep eyes, I saw an expression that was hard to decipher for the first time.

Moon stood frozen in place for a long while.

"Professor, perhaps you could tell me how you need my help?"

Moon suddenly felt uneasy.

Can I really help Dumbledore?
"Actually, there's no need to make things so difficult. I just want you to take Harry to your hometown for training. This might be more effective in improving his abilities than the plan I've arranged."

Moon was completely stunned!
He stared intently at Dumbledore, fearing that the other might pull out his wand and throw a fireball to annihilate him, the heretic.

"Professor, you... know?"

"To be precise, it was late at night on your first weekend at Hogwarts that I vaguely guessed something."

Hearing that Dumbledore could even tell him the exact time he had traveled through time was quite surprising.

Moon knew that his secret had been exposed.

"Do you inspect the dormitories every day?"

"No, I don't have that much energy."

"Could it be some kind of magic from the castle?"

Moon believed he had done everything perfectly and shouldn't have been discovered.

However, Hagrid once said that the headmaster's teleportation ability was unaffected within the castle.

Moon immediately thought of magic.

"There is magic, but it's not magic from within the school; it's a small card."

I can see that Moon cares a lot about how he made his discovery.

Dumbledore no longer tried to hide it.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a card that Moon had hidden in his pocket flew out and landed in his palm.

"These are the Chocolate Frog cards I collected."

"Yes."

Dumbledore said, holding up the card.

Moon happened to see Dumbledore, the headmaster, standing right in the middle of the card, winking at him.

"So you know everything I've done."

Moon paled at the thought of the magical way the wizarding world created art.

"No, that's not it. Your hometown must be a strange place. I can't see anything there, I can only sense the presence of people or other things around me."

As Dumbledore spoke, he deliberately glanced at Bouncy not far away.

It was during those three minutes that he sensed the little guy's presence.

That's why the idea of ​​having Moon lead Harry through trials came about.

"Okay~"

Moon breathed a sigh of relief, but then another thing came to mind.

"But Principal, I haven't tested taking people away yet."

"You can take the test this week."

"What if something goes wrong? What if Harry gets hurt or..."

Dumbledore explained calmly with a smile.

"You have to believe in yourself, Scarlett. There's not much difference between wizards and magical creatures."

“If you don’t make up your mind, this will never get started, and I believe in Harry.”

Moon thought Dumbledore was a bit too confident, but he quickly stopped worrying.

"Well, no matter what, Harry is the boy who survived the ordeal, and he's the most suitable experimental subject."

Moon had actually wanted to try bringing people back for a long time.

However, because of concerns that something bad might happen, I haven't done it yet.

Now that Dumbledore is vouching for him, Harry will have to make do this once.

"Professor Dumbledore, I need to explain to you beforehand that the place I'm going to is not peaceful; there's even war going on there. Harry's safety is at stake."

Moon wanted to give Dumbledore a heads-up, but Dumbledore was clearly not worried.

“It’s alright, Mr. Scarlett. Harry’s mother left him a very powerful protective spell, which will remain effective at least until graduation.”

"Okay, it seems I have no reason to refuse."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Moon agree.

The protective magic Lily left for Harry was only effective until he turned 17.

Therefore, this period was also the best time for Dumbledore to improve Harry's magical abilities.

Now, with Moon's help, he was fully confident that Harry would absolutely surprise everyone when he graduated.

Especially Voldemort.

"Professor, should I inform Harry about this?"

Moon's thinking has completely changed.

The thought of having free experimental material waiting for him even made him a little excited.

"I'll tell him myself; that way, it'll dispel some of Harry's doubts."

Moon nodded upon hearing this.

His situation is truly incomprehensible.

But with the greatest wizard explaining in advance, it saves Moon from having to explain further.

Thinking of this, Moon suddenly smiled maliciously.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you sure you want to train Harry and improve his magical abilities?"

"Uh, that's right."

"Okay, I know."

Seeing Moon nod confidently, Dumbledore subconsciously glanced at the notebook on the table.

Moon didn't see the principal's actions, but he already had a training plan in his mind.

"No amount of training can compare to real combat."

"Since they're not dead, we can use them to the fullest extent!"

(End of this chapter)