HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

In front of Avro and Tom was a stone basin. Emerald green liquid lay quietly in the stone basin, shining with a strange light.

Without saying a word, Avro took Tom's hand and reached into the stone basin.

Tom was controlled by an invisible force and could not break free from Aphra's hand.

But Tom's hand could not touch the stone basin, he was cut off by a spell.

There was an empty goblet next to the stone basin, which seemed to be hinting at something.

"Drink it?" Avro looked at Dumbledore in the mirror with a hint of doubt.

"If I were there, maybe I could figure it out." Dumbledore replied, "I'd better come over and don't move yet."

In short, Voldemort must not have good intentions.

"No need." Avro turned to look at Tom.

Tom's scalp was numb when she stared at him, and he had a bad feeling.

"You are willing, right?" Avro slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"I don't-" The words were stuck in her mouth, and Avro put down the double-sided mirror, picked up the goblet, and scooped up a glass of liquid.

She held Tom's shoulders, and Tom sat on the rock by the lake. Avro held Tom's chin, "Come, I'll feed you myself."

Dumbledore couldn't see the scene, but he felt sorry for Tom for the first time in a long time.

Avro slowly filled Tom with liquid, her movements gentle and her expression gentle.

Tom's eyes widened and his body couldn't stop shaking. His mouth was pinched and the liquid was poured into his mouth. Half of it was swallowed and half was dripped on the ground.

"Be good," Avro said slowly, and she patted Tom's cheek, "otherwise it will be more painful."

One cup, two cups, three cups.

Tom's eyes soon filled with tears. This was the second time in his life that he had suffered such humiliation.

All the strength in Tom's body was drained, and he fell on the rock, his lips trembling, his whole body twitching, and his breathing was heavy.

His face was pale, as if fate had been grabbed by the throat and he would die in the next second.

This is Voldemort's fault...not him...Tom grabbed Aphra's arm with difficulty, "Please, please..."

Before the words could be spoken, Tom was given another glass of liquid, and his words were blocked, leaving only a stammering sound.

"I know I was wrong," cried Tom bitterly, "I know-"

Another glass of liquid, bitter and hot, made the body convulse with pain, and even the soul was trembling.

Tom seemed to be in darkness, and he returned to the shabby orphanage...

She let go of Tom and he fell to the ground, twitching.

Avro watched as the stone basin bottomed out, revealing a golden pendant box.

She put the goblet aside, picked up the locket with her wand, and showed it to Dumbledore.

"this one?"

"Salazar Slytherin's locket." Dumbledore frowned. Something seemed wrong. He thought, "I need to see it in person. You should come out first."

"No hurry, sir." Avro replied, putting the double-sided mirror into her pocket.

After she got free, she turned to look at Tom. Tom's mouth opened and closed, and he didn't know what he was mumbling.

Avro's face was full of confusion, "Tom, what's wrong with you?"

Tom's brain was buzzing, and he could barely hear Avro's words, and he almost vomited blood.

"Did you speak just now?" Avro asked uncertainly.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Tom's eyes, and he covered his face and cried loudly.

"..." Avro stroked her long hair, lifted Tom up with both hands, held him in her arms, and patted his back, "It's okay, it's okay."

Tears soaked her clothes, and Tom whimpered, "Water, I want water..."

"Okay, I'll give you some water."

Avro comforted Tom softly, as if she was not the one who poured his liquid just now.

Tom raised his eyelids with difficulty, hatred growing in his heart.

"Clear spring is like water."

no response.

Avro had no choice but to scoop a glass of lake water from the lake. She could drink it. Although there was dirt in it, it wasn't her who drank it, right?

Tom gritted his teeth, but now that he was awake, he became silent.

Avro also blinked, with a trace of doubt in her heart, why did she become so cruel? This is not her style...

Tom lay in her arms, his eyes dark.

As soon as she fed Tom the lake water, there was some unusual movement on the lake.

There was a riot on the lake, white hands emerged from the water, and dead bodies emerged from the water.

Avro had no time to pay attention to Tom, and quickly waved her wand, and a blue light shot out from the wand, forming a barrier to resist the attacking corpses.

"Let's go!" Avro made a quick decision and dragged Tom to leave.

But Tom was so heavy that she couldn't move it with all her strength.

Avro had no choice but to open the ring and take Tom in.

As Tom entered the ring, a red light rose up among the hordes of dead bodies.

Avro stopped for a moment, she raised her head, and the red light became brighter and brighter, like a ball of flame.

The red light circled around Aphra several times and disappeared into Aphra's ring.

She didn't care to explore what it was, so she could only find a way to escape first.

Avro got on the boat, with the blue barrier still protecting her. The boat was swaying, and the dead bodies were clinging to the boat. They couldn't squeeze in, but it also made the boat difficult to sail.

While she was teetering, Avro felt that the front was becoming wider and the ship was approaching.

"Vulcan, clear the way!" Dumbledore's voice came from the cave, and in an instant, all the dead bodies blocking Aphra's path were cleared away.

"Let's go!" Dumbledore said with a sullen face, and stretched out his hand. Aphra held his arm and jumped off the boat.

The two quickly left the cave.

……

Back to Hogwarts,

Aphra sat opposite Dumbledore, holding a cup of hot cocoa.

She showed the locket to Dumbledore, who frowned and studied it for a moment.

He spoke softly and concluded, "This is a fake."

"Ah?" Avro just picked up the cup, and when she heard Dumbledore's words, she quickly put it down, "Is this the Horcrux you mentioned? Is this a fake?"

Dumbledore tapped the locket with his wand. The locket was opened, and a note was revealed in front of the two of them.

"To the Dark Lord, when you read this note, I will definitely die. But that is not important. What is important is that I have found your Horcrux and will try my best to destroy it. I have only one purpose, It’s when you meet your match that you’re defeated again.”

Aphra studied the note, tapping her fingers on the wall of the cup unconsciously, and said thoughtfully, "So, a Horcrux is something that can prevent Voldemort from being defeated? You need to destroy it so that Voldemort can be defeated?" "

She spoke again, "Obviously, someone has already done this in advance. It looks like it's been a few years."

Dumbledore whispered the signed name.

"RAB?"