As long as the spell is appropriately modified to act on the physical body, it will not affect Harry's soul.
With a clear idea, Dumbledore swept away all his anxiety and regained his usual confidence.
"You always manage to surprise me."
Dumbledore looked at Chu Yang with a gratified smile in his eyes.
"Just a little cleverness..." Chu Yang said humbly with a smile, "The truly difficult part is how to modify the spell, and that is something only you can do."
Dumbledore let out a long sigh, "Now we just need to find a tool that can destroy the Horcruxes, and Harry's problem can be solved."
Each Horcrux is protected by powerful magic, making them difficult to destroy by conventional means.
In the later plot, when Harry killed the Basilisk with the Sword of Gryffindor, the sword absorbed the Basilisk venom and also gained the ability to destroy Horcruxes.
The Basilisk is hidden in the girls' common restroom at Hogwarts and hasn't come out to cause trouble yet; now is a good time to get rid of it.
Just as Chu Yang and Dumbledore were discussing how to modify the spell, there was suddenly movement in Ron's tent.
Dumbledore didn't notice, but Chu Yang heard a faint sound.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~"
It was the sound of a rodent.
The corners of Chu Yang's mouth curved slightly upward, and he turned to wave his wand, magic power shooting out like lightning, hitting the edge of the tent.
A rat that had run out of Ron's tent was struck by the magic and fainted on the ground.
"Oh!"
Dumbledore looked surprised.
This rat was Peter Pettigrew, who had been lurking in the Weasley household.
It was he who had betrayed his good friend James Potter and informed Voldemort of the Potter family's whereabouts, leading to Voldemort killing Harry's parents.
Afterward, Peter Pettigrew framed Sirius Black for the deed and faked his own death.
And Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban because of him.
During this time, the reason Chu Yang had left him alone was that he didn't want to casually disrupt the plot's development and cause new complications.
Plus, he had also been very honest and hadn't done anything out of line.
But now, Chu Yang couldn't let him cause trouble at the last minute.
"If you continue to play dead on the ground, the next spell will be the Killing Curse!" Chu Yang said coldly.
The rat suddenly sprang up from the ground, desperately running deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and the next moment, a white figure suddenly rushed out, blocking his path.
The Unicorn lifted its hooves and kicked the rat flying with a powerful blow.
In mid-air, Peter Pettigrew revealed his true form, falling heavily at Chu Yang's feet.
"It's you?!"
Dumbledore recognized Peter Pettigrew.
"Hello, great Headmaster Dumbledore."
Peter Pettigrew dared not look up, cowering on the ground.
A person who should have died was still alive...
Sirius hadn't killed him back then!
Dumbledore's mind raced with countless thoughts, and after a moment, only one answer remained.
"You were the Potters' Secret-Keeper, weren't you?"
Dumbledore erupted in fury, his silver-white hair flying wildly, "Tell me the truth, Peter!"
Peter Pettigrew trembled with fear.
The enraged Dumbledore's aura was no weaker than Voldemort's.
Chu Yang walked up to him and whispered, "I am very proficient in the Unforgivable Curses. Tell me, which one do you prefer?"
Peter Pettigrew's face changed drastically, and he fearfully revealed the whole truth of that year.
Dumbledore was furious.
Peter Pettigrew shivered.
Chu Yang spoke, "The most important thing now should be to go to Azkaban and rescue Sirius Black."
The anger in Dumbledore's eyes gradually softened, and he nodded, "You're right, he shouldn't be punished by me; Azkaban is where he belongs."
Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes filled with despair.
For a coward like him, the terror of the Dementors was no less than that of Voldemort.
The next day.
Peter Pettigrew was taken away by Dumbledore and Hagrid; they were going to the Ministry of Magic to reveal the truth and exchange Peter Pettigrew for Sirius Black from Azkaban.
Morning.
There was a new guest in the Forbidden Forest.
He was dressed in rags, his face sallow and thin, appearing to have suffered from long-term malnutrition, his eyes filled with numbness, his expression somewhat sinister, and with his messy hair, he exuded a sense of menace.
Harry and Hermione instinctively kept their distance from him; they didn't understand why Hagrid would bring a stranger here.
The two whispered, discussing the identity of the person in front of them.
Hagrid said something in Sirius's ear, and the latter's numb gaze suddenly lit up, staring intently at Harry.
Harry was startled by him and ran back to the cabin without looking back!
Just then, Chu Yang came out with breakfast.
Thump!!!
Harry, in his panic, ran straight into Chu Yang, instantly seeing stars.
Chu Yang steadied the swaying tray and looked down; Harry had already fainted on the ground.
"It's good to be young; you just fall asleep like that."
Chu Yang sighed with emotion.
"Oh!"
Hagrid exclaimed, stepping forward to help Harry up, but Sirius was faster than him, darting to Harry's side in a few steps.
Sirius gently brushed the scar on Harry's forehead and softly called out, "Harry... Potter."
Harry groggily opened his eyes, and what met his gaze was the fierce-looking man; he screamed in fright and fainted again.
Hagrid helplessly reminded him, "I think you should tidy yourself up, Black. Look what you've done to the boy?"
Sirius was too embarrassed to speak.
Chu Yang placed the breakfast on the folding table outside the house, then turned to Sirius and said, "The bathroom on the second floor is ready and can be used anytime, Mr. Black."
Looking at the young man with an Eastern face in front of him, Sirius suddenly recalled Dumbledore's conversation with him.
The other party told him that a student named "Chu Yang" had captured Peter Pettigrew, and that was why he regained his freedom.
Sirius asked, "You are Chu Yang?"
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, "Anything you want to say can be discussed slowly at the dining table. We're about to have breakfast, and I hope you can finish washing up quickly."
The young man's exceptionally mature way of speaking surprised Sirius.
"Go wash up quickly; I'll take care of Harry."
Hagrid urged Sirius, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the breakfast Chu Yang had just prepared; the aroma of the food made him swallow involuntarily.
After Sirius handed Harry over to Hagrid, he walked directly towards the cabin. Hermione nervously moved aside, and the former politely said, "Thank you."
"He doesn't seem as scary as I imagined..."
Hermione mumbled softly, looking at Sirius's back, then walked to Chu Yang's side and quietly asked, "Who is he? Why do you call him Mr. Black?"
Chu Yang replied, "Black was a good friend of Harry's parents and is also Harry's godfather."
Hermione's eyes widened instantly.
Hagrid carried Harry to a stool and sat him down, then took something resembling a plant root from his pocket and placed it under Harry's nose.
Harry shivered, then took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
Fortunately, this time it was Hagrid he saw.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
The tent on the grass moved, and Ron, in his pajamas, emerged from the tent, eyes blurry with sleep, slowly walked to the dining table, drawn by the smell, and prepared to sit down.
Hermione unceremoniously pulled the stool out from under his bottom.
"Ouch."
Ron landed squarely on the ground, and his sleepiness instantly vanished, which pleased Hermione.
A moment later.
Everyone gathered around the dining table, their mouths watering from the delicious aroma of the food, all a bit impatient.
Creak~~~
Sirius pushed open the wooden door and reappeared before everyone.
Although he was still in the same simple, tattered clothes, his spirit had clearly been renewed; he no longer looked sinister, just a bit thin.
Hermione said, "He looks quite handsome after cleaning up."
Sirius bowed slightly and chuckled, "Thank you for the compliment, beautiful lady."
Hermione's face immediately turned red.
"Everyone's waiting for you, hurry up and sit down, Black!"
Hagrid was very anxiously swallowing his saliva.
Sirius, already famished, disregarded decorum and took three steps in two, sitting directly next to Harry, taking a deep inhale of the rich food aroma, his face showing pure bliss.