amaotonovel 451 Ghost Ship
451 Ghost Ship
451 Ghost Ship
McGonagall was a little uncertain about this.
Should I tell Neville's family now.
From the perspective of a professor and a dean, of course she should do this, but...
"Let him speak for himself." Harry said softly, "Show off this kind of thing, how can you borrow someone else's mouth."
McGonagall nodded, looked at Neville, and tilted her head in thought.
Yennefer moved a chair and came over: "Harry, I talked with Shirley just now and found a solution to the trouble in your head."
Ciri also leaned over and stared at his forehead, black hair covering the lightning-shaped scar: "It's really a terrible thing."
"Don't you really want it?" Harry teased, "I can give it to you now."
Ciri spread her hands: "If there is no soul with a bald head and no nose."
When Ciri was very young, Harry had just arrived in that world and was picked up by Vesemir, and when he was training in Kaer Morhen, Ciri envied Harry for the scar on his head.
For people in that world, scars are not something to be ashamed of.
And a scar that just happens to be shaped like a lightning bolt, which is pretty darn cool.
Ciri had already figured it out, if he had such a scar, he must give himself a related nickname, such as "Lightning" or something.
Mag turned his head: "What method?"
Yennefer turned towards Geralt.
White Wolf immediately took out a book from his pocket and handed it over.
Yennefer flipped and said, "The reason why the piece of soul on Harry's head is difficult to remove is because they are closely connected. If you cut it off rashly, it will damage Harry's soul."
"But what if the wound heals immediately after cutting it off?"
Mag listened, frowning, shaking his head slightly: "Ms. Yennefer, we all know that this is okay."
"But it's not realistic."
"Even Albus, he couldn't do that."
Dividing a soul is not as simple as cutting a piece of flesh from a body.
That was an extremely painful thing.
There are many wizards who made horcruxes in history, but except for that crazy guy Voldemort, almost all the remaining dark wizards chose to make only one horcrux. It's not that they don't want to kill more, but that dividing the soul is too painful. Cruciatus torture is far more painful.
most critical.
It wasn't a matter of a wave of a wand, a soul being sliced away, and someone else casting a healing spell and plugging the wound.
Their purpose was not to cut off the soul, but to solve this problem without hurting Harry.
Then this must be a delicate job.
The soul needs to be removed little by little, and in the process, Harry's exposed and fragile soul must be protected.
Too much risk.
"No one can do this." McGonagall thought for a while, and said emphatically, "Ms. Yennefer, this"
Ye Naifa raised her hand and interrupted her: "I know, but what if time can be stopped?"
Professor McGonagall was taken aback.
Time stands still?This was an idea that was beyond her cognition.
But if so
Harry's soul should be able to be saved.
Time stands still, the wound doesn't get worse, it's not even a wound, as long as it can be healed.
She looked embarrassed: "If that's the case, maybe it can, but there is no such magic, not even Dumbledore."
Ciri straightened up: "I can!"
Just after uttering those two words, she shrank her head and continued without confidence: "Although I don't know how to do it yet."
The ancient blood, sought after by many, has the ability to manipulate time and space.
Suspending time, and then allowing who to act in time and who not to act, these are all things that can be manipulated by the blood of the ancients.
But Shirley couldn't do that yet.
Her grasp of the ancient blood is a bit clumsy, most of it is the ability of space, and the manipulation of time is a bit too weak.
"How long will it take?" Professor McGonagall put on a straight face, showing the aura of Hogwarts vice-principal.
Ciri replied subconsciously and obediently: "Avalak is here too, he can teach me."
"Should learn quickly."
Mag nodded: "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Yennefer nodded: "Ms. McGonagall, you are the vice principal of Hogwarts, and you are very good at education."
She reached out and patted Xili on the back: "Then Xili will leave it to you."
Mag looked serious: "Of course."
Shirley's eyes widened, a little unbelievable—I've been outside for so long, why should I be a student at this time?That's not what Ye Naifa told herself just now.
But she didn't refute and accepted it calmly.
In order to solve the trouble in Harry's head, just read books.
They continued to discuss the details, and Yennefer made a lot of guesses. Although she worked hard and used her knowledge system as much as possible to build a solution that could solve the Horcrux fragments, this is a magical product of this world after all. In the final analysis, Still have to rely on the magic of this world.
And this is beyond Yennefer's ability.
Madam Pomfrey came over to join the discussion. She is an excellent medical wizard herself. St. Mungo had invited her many times, hoping that this excellent doctor could become a member of St. Mungo's, but she refused all of them. She would rather be at Hogwarts than St. Mungo's.
Just when they discussed how to cut the Horcrux all night.
The Ministry of Magic is a bit uneasy.
Scrimgeour was awakened and hurried over.
An Auror was trembling, sitting on a chair, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, and Kingsley accompanied him.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, his voice tired.
Today is the most tiring day he has ever been.
He talked to Dumbledore.
Voldemort was resurrected and attacked Hogwarts - of course, this matter has not been spread yet, and only a few people know about it, but the outside world has already determined that it was done by Death Eaters.
Gringotts attacked, more than 300 goblins!
More than 300!
Fortunately, Dumbledore helped, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not be able to solve this problem.
After finally getting off work, and just a few hours after returning home and falling asleep, he was called again. The patron saint didn't speak very clearly through the voice transmission, and Kingsley only said that there was something serious.
"Nurmengarde is gone." Auror raised his head, his voice trembling.
Scrimgeour was startled, and looked at him in disbelief: "What?"
"Nurmengard is gone." Auror repeated, "A ghost ship, and then a wizard, he can summon a huge snowstorm, and Nurmengard is gone almost instantly."
Scrimgeour frowned.
The huge snowstorm, which reminded him of Voldemort, Dumbledore mentioned, he was resurrected by something called Hoarfrost.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
An Auror rushed in in a panic: "Minister Scrimgeour!"
"Assault on Diagon Alley!"
"A ghost ship!"
(End of this chapter)