In Dumbledore's office, Phoenix was sleeping peacefully on the wooden frame, and the Sorting Hat beside him was motionless.

Bree walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book.

"Advanced Black Magic".

Bri had read the book, so he put it back and picked up another one.

"Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood"

Bree put the book back. He didn't want to know how dragon blood was used to clean the stove.

Bree scanned the books, and finally found helplessly that Dumbledore didn't have any interesting books, let alone notes.

"This is?"

Bree walked to the desk and saw on the shelf behind Dumbledore the key to the door that Dumbledore took him to Nurmengard Tower last time.

A necklace with a special shape.

"A very strange power, not just a door key." Brie did not activate the door key, he just held it to take a look.

"Cracks and Healing Magic."

"Ah, it's Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore, I saw him resurrected, and he was torturing Wormtail!"

Harry's exclamation came from the inner room, and Bree put down the door key and walked over.

Dumbledore was comforting Harry. Harry, who was nervous, exhaled after seeing Bree coming.

"I'm fine, Professor Dumbledore, but..." Harry looked at the pensieve. He saw many things, and finally saw the details of his dream.

"You can tell Oude, I don't think I have very high attainments in terms of soul."

Ariana suddenly floated in from outside the door. She said apologetically to Dumbledore: "Sorry, brother, but brother Aberforth hopes to come to the castle to see me..."

Every once in a while, Aberforth would come to Hogwarts Castle and talk to Ariana at the Whomping Willow.

"Go ahead, you don't have to tell me, Ariana." Dumbledore smiled and asked Ariana to find Aberforth, and then continued: "Can you help Harry, Oded, of course.

If you have any trouble, you can refuse."

"I know you mean Harry no harm."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered and he smiled.

Harry looked at Bree sheepishly, thinking that Bree had helped him enough.

"Let's see, this won't delay anything." Bree understood that Dumbledore found out that he had cast the Imperius Curse on Harry, but because it was a positive thing, he just asked Harry to work hard to learn the Imperius Curse, so

Dumbledore did not take action to solve the problem.

However, Dumbledore obviously didn't want Harry to continue to be cursed, because it would hurt Harry's soul.

Harry's nightmares during this period were probably caused by the Imperius Curse.

Bree stepped forward and touched Harry's forehead. The lightning scar was slightly hot.

Harry blushed and looked into Bree's serious eyes. He looked around in panic, not daring to look at Bree again.

"I-I'm okay, Bree." Harry swallowed and whispered.

"Not so fast, Harry." Bree said softly, and began to use magic to sense the problem.

See if it was his Imperius Curse that caused Harry's nightmares.

A ray of magic flashed across Harry's forehead, stabbing the palm of Bree's hand. Bree frowned slightly, feeling a gentle and angry force.

Bree has never seen her before, but she is inexplicably familiar with her... It reminds Bree of Betty, the old woman who raised Bree in the orphanage.

So, this force is Harry's mother?

She is warning herself.

Bree thought of it truthfully, so she radiated kindness and turned her vision to the depths of Harry's soul.

It was a force full of soft light, a stag-shaped Patronus guarding the deepest part of Harry's soul, and here, this demon - Voldemort was also imprisoned!

The stag was in great pain and struggling to hold on, but Voldemort's power continued to penetrate her body and affect Harry's soul...

In this situation, Bree discovered the truth in an instant, Horcrux!

Harry is a Horcrux!

So it was the Horcruxes that influenced Harry.

Bree withdrew from Harry's soul vision and took her hand off Harry's hot forehead.

Bree looked at Dumbledore with an incomprehensible look, and Dumbledore immediately said to Harry: "You go back first, Harry. Oded and I will discuss the next thing and treat your problem."

"Don't worry." Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Harry looked at Bree.

Bree nodded.

"You go out first." Bree reached out and lifted the Imperius Curse from Harry's head.

Anyway, the Imperius Curse has been verified by Mr. Crouch, whether it is a method to break the curse or a cure, and Bree has already figured out the defense method, so there is no need for Harry to conduct this magical experiment.

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"You have to rely on your own efforts to learn natural magic in the future. The soul-stealing curse will damage the soul."

"I will treat your soul problems later."

Harry heard this, nodded and left Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore watched Harry leave, and then said helplessly: "He seems to listen to you more."

Bree didn't take into account Dumbledore's little dignity left.

"You can just say he doesn't trust you."

Dumbledore laughed. He didn't care much and said, "It's a pity. I was supposed to be his life mentor. That way I could arrange a proper exit for myself."

"Don't think about death, Dumbledore, do you want to leave this world?" Bree raised her eyebrows and looked at Dumbledore.

As a great wizard, his lifespan is incredible. As long as he doesn't die to study human body magic, he will have at least two to three hundred years to live. This is not an empty life like the magic stone.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed across the faces of Ariana and Aberforth, and he said: "Now that I have warm woolen socks, how can I bear to step barefoot into the snow on Christmas Eve."

And as if he was thinking of someone else, Dumbledore sighed quietly: "I hope that the things that support everyone's life are happy."

"After all, although death is a new journey, it is lonely."

"Even the wind will not visit the night road that has no end..."

Dumbledore's eyes concealed loneliness.

Brie quipped: "You deserve some privacy for yourself."

Bree didn't need to look into it to know who Dumbledore was thinking of.

"Haha, as I get older, I just like to recall the past and talk about some great truths."

"Let's get back to Harry, what happened to him?"

Dumbledore recovered his emotions and quickly returned to his position as the principal of Hogwarts. He was now like a teacher who cared about the students.

"Horcrux."

Bree did not hide the idea that Harry was a Horcrux. Dumbledore had already known about the existence of Horcruxes and there was no need to hide it from him.

"A Horcrux?" Dumbledore frowned and his hands trembled slightly. It was unexpected that Harry was a Horcrux.

But it makes sense.

"It was only last year that I was sure that Voldemort really used evil black magic like Horcruxes." Dumbledore sighed, seeming to feel regretful, but also seemed to be really sure.

Last year, Bree found the Resurrection Stone, and it was accidentally obtained by Dumbledore. Although Bree later took it back, it also allowed Dumbledore to determine the secret of Voldemort.

"I have searched for records of Horcruxes privately." Dumbledore pulled out the "Advanced Dark Arts" and put it on the table.

"It was in the forbidden book area before, but it was incomplete. The complete copy was kept by...an old friend from before."

"But I think Voldemort got it anyway."

Dumbledore asked a question he had always wanted to ask.

"Is the Crown a Horcrux?"

Bree nodded without covering up.

"It's a Horcrux." In addition to the crown, Bree also had a Slytherin locket that was a Horcrux.

But Dumbledore didn't ask, and Bree didn't want to answer. Anyway, he didn't have a problem at hand.

"The crown is not in my hands now. It is in the Black Lake. You can ask Ms. Gray about this."

Dumbledore nodded understandingly.

"I suspect he has other Horcruxes," Dumbledore said.

"Ravenclaw's diadem, the Resurrection Stone, and Tom once asked me about Gryffindor's sword... I don't think he would let his soul stay on a mortal object."
To be continued...