HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"RAB is..." Avro suddenly remembered the wooden sign she saw at Black's old house, "Regulus Black?"

Dumbledore was also stunned, "Do you know Regulus?"

She was startled, and there was a ripple in her heart.

She held the cup, took a sip of water, and suppressed the fluctuations in her heart.

"I don't know him, sir." Avro said softly, "After all, I was not that old when he died."

"He is the second son of the Black family and the younger brother of Sirius. He is an excellent Slytherin, but after graduation, he followed Voldemort."

"Looking at it now," Avro said silently.

"What are Horcruxes, sir?" Avro asked again. She had read most of the books in the library and had been to the restricted book section many times. How come she had never seen any records related to Horcruxes?

"Voldemort...did an evil thing. He split his soul and stored it in different objects. If those objects were not destroyed, Voldemort would never die."

Dumbledore explained to her that of course she would not know what a Horcrux was, because Dumbledore had already collected all the books about Horcruxes in the library.

Avro blinked, "Can I read those books?"

"I'm afraid it's not suitable," Dumbledore refused. "Splitting souls is an extremely evil magic. I don't want any young wizard to be exposed to these... In fact, Voldemort made more than one Horcrux."

"More than one." Avro raised her eyes and blurted out an answer, "Is there one diary?"

"There should be others." Dumbledore said solemnly, "I have been looking for it for so many years, and I only got the news recently. I originally planned to observe it for a while..."

Unexpectedly, Avro directly dragged Tom Mang up.

Dumbledore didn't say this, he added, "But this is a fake. Maybe the real Horcrux has been destroyed, but the real Horcrux should be difficult to destroy. We don't know. Only RAB himself can knew."

He sighed, "It's getting late today, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Avro raised her head and drank all the hot cocoa, "Okay, Principal."

She thought for a moment and said, "Sir, do you have any white essence?"

"Yes." Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then took out a few bottles of white essence, "It's not hurt, is it today?"

"I didn't." Avro answered him.

She stood up, turned around, and suddenly felt that the principal's office was much warmer, probably because she and Dumbledore had carried out a joint action.

"I will keep it a secret, Mr. Dumbledore." Avro nodded slightly and left the principal's office, closing the door behind her.

……

Aphra returned to the Slytherin common room, cleaned herself up, and fell on the bed.

She twirled the ring and entered it expertly.

Tom sat on the bed, his lips were still pale, and big beads of sweat were on his forehead. He pursed his lips, looked up and saw Aphra coming, but he didn't say a word.

On his arms, blood was still gurgling.

Avro felt a little guilty, but not much.

She walked over to Tom and poured the white essence on his arm. Tom looked gloomy and said nothing.

"Hate me?" Avro asked knowingly.

Tom snorted coldly, "Just kill me."

"Oh." After Afro healed his injury, she put the white essence back into her pocket.

She took out her wand, and Tom's pupils shrank and he moved back unconsciously.

"Everything is empty as far as the eye can see." Avro waved her wand lightly and said gently.

Tom has no memory of today.

Three seconds later, his eyes were filled with confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Tom asked doubtfully, "You are living a happy life and you are here to have fun with me?"

"I just want to come and see you." Avro curled her lips, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

Tom frowned, "Isn't it like that every day? What on earth do you want to do?"

Avro shrugged, "I'll just take a look and care about you."

Tom wanted to say something else, but he suddenly pointed behind Aphra, "When did this room have a door?"

Avro also turned around in confusion. At some point, a door appeared on the white wall.

Both of them were confused.

Avro blinked, walked over, and opened the door without much hesitation.

Logically speaking, the space in her ring should only have one room, but behind the door is a corridor with warm orange lights on and an open door.

"Go and have a look." Tom urged Aphra in surprise. He had been here for so long, why had he never been to these places?

Avro glanced at Tom and walked towards the door.

Behind the door is a cozy room with a bed and a boy lying on it.

Avro's heart beat violently, and she slowly walked towards that person without blinking her eyes.

A handsome black-haired boy, about twenty years old, was lying lifelessly on the bed, motionless.

"Who is this?" Tom asked. Does he have a neighbor? "Are you out collecting souls every day?"

"...I didn't take the initiative." Avro glared at him, "If you talk again, I'll cast a spell on you."

"..." Tom shut up.

Avro stretched out her right hand and hesitantly touched the boy's face.

Wisps of red light surged out from Aphra's fingertips, and then sank into the boy's body.

Tom narrowed his eyes, confused.

Avro was shocked and quickly retracted her hand, but the connection between her and the boy was still going on and was getting stronger.

She felt the power in her body being drained.

After a short time, the light disappeared.

Avro's heartbeat quickened, she covered her chest, her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely.

Her steps were weak and she had to hold on to Tom.

It hurts... my soul is hurting...

Tom held her hand, her hand was extremely cold, and Tom looked at her carefully, thinking about what had just happened.

Just as Tom was thinking, the black-haired boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

He had a pair of beautiful light gray eyes. He looked around, full of doubts.

"You..." He tried to move, but failed, so he could only lie on the bed and use his peripheral vision to look at Aphra, who was standing in his sight.

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes looked a little exhausted, maybe she was sick?

"Who are you?" The young man asked with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

Where is this? Hell, or heaven?

He moved his fingers again, and now he could move. He struggled to support his body and sit up, and then he saw Tom behind the girl.

The boy's eyes widened