Hogwarts Everything is Three

"I have to say that Draco is very lucky, but you misunderstood, Pansy." Allen lowered his head and smiled and shook his head. "I ask you whether you are looking at the urgency of things and considering which one to use. Save him this way."

　　 "Huh? Ellen, you mean you can not only have several ways?" Pansy couldn't believe her ears, and the Damocles sword hanging above her head could be solved in many ways...

　　 "Pansy, I told you that you should tell my brother earlier..." Emily said with a ostentatious tone, "My brother knows everything since he was a child, and no one else in the family can answer my questions, he can answer them!"

Allen found that his smart sister hadn’t realized that when she was a child, it was just that other people in the family were annoyed by her questions and did not answer her. He touched his nose in embarrassment and turned to Pansy: "If your father decides to surrender the most It's easy to solve it. Let him make an appointment and I will pick him up. You know I have many ways to avoid the limitation of the anti-ghosting area; but if your father's attitude is currently like this, maybe you should treat your professor more. Confidence, I don’t need Auror’s assistance to break into Tom’s nest and catch your father back... But this is not a very safe and secure way for your father, so I plan to try Ravenclaw first. Some styles... I’ll go directly to grab people as a last resort. You can first report that the Vanishing Cabinet has successfully repaired the incident, report the current situation in Britain to the Dark Lord in detail, and then use this incident to give you and Your father buys some time..."

　　 Pansy and Emily's expressions are a little dazed.

Seeing the incomprehensibility of the two girls, Allen continued to explain, "You can tell him about the dispute between me and Dumbledore at the opening banquet; tell him about the disparity between me and Dumbledore; After the cooperation between Harris and Ravenclaw Temple, those pure-blood families are ready to join Dumbledore to boycott the Harris family. They all report to Tom in detail-if the Dark Lord still has a trace of the Dark Lord, it should be reasonable , He would not want to simply expose the vanishing cabinet that was a small means to punish you. Instead, he would continue to lie dormant. After a more intense conflict broke out between me and Dumbledore, the two of us failed. One of the parties will inevitably leave Hogwarts. At that time... The vanishing cabinet can be more useful than a doomed assassination can bring him more benefits... He will naturally make another plan."

A solution was found here by Allen. The decent and stubbornness that had been supported since the summer break instantly collapsed, Pansy sat on the ground, her head tilted up and her eyes closed, two big teardrops leaked from under her eyelids. , She opened her mouth wide and gasped, like a fish that was about to dry up, getting oxygen again.

"Of course, the premise of all this depends on Tom's sanity. You have to know that his recent state is estimated to be worse than before..." Allen reminded, "But don't worry, if he still lets you continue to assassinate, I will Just go get your father back."

　　 When Pansy was slightly calm, Emily stretched out her hand to help Pansy up, but was hugged by the opponent backhand, and then heard some murmured grateful words from the other's mouth.

"Pansy, I am very happy that you can make the right choice. Although you can't come to my class until your father is rescued, as your professor, you can't let your class fall. Let me give you a textbook first. , I will give you Draco in the course first, and ask him if you don’t understand. In addition, you have used Occidental Occlusion recently than when you started school, but remember to keep it up at any time...you will know later After your strength has been improved, these things that were big to you will no longer be anything." Allen said with a polite appearance at this time, "Oh, well, you are holding me back. Little Sweet Bear is about to become a little dead bear. You tell Emily your size, and the ancient magic class robe will be sent to you in advance and Emily who has not yet reached the age of elective courses as your Quidditch The gift of Qi's victory can be worn when no one is...huh? What do you look at me doing? You thought I had known your assassination plan a long time ago but I couldn't find out that your girl liked this dress?"

　　 At this time, the principal's room.

　　 Dumbledore tilted the small transparent glass bottle with Slughorn's memory, and the memory inside plunged into the basin. In the meditation basin, there were dots of light, black memories hovering in it. They plunged into Slughorn's memory again.

　　 Harry found that the previous part of the memory was the same as the memory provided by Slughorn the last time he saw it, until he mentioned the Horcrux.

"I was in the library restricted area one night... I read some material about some rare magic, I think you might be able to point me." Riddle approached Slughorn, "If I remember correctly, that thing is called ... Horcrux."

"Soul breath is a container that hides a person's soul." Unlike the way that Slughorn interrupted Tom in the last time in his memory, Slughorn responded with Tom Lee. Question asked by Del’s mysterious man.

　　 "But I can't think of how to do it, Professor." Tom Riddle approached Slughorn.

"Split a part of the soul and hide it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he will still be protected. Protecting that part of the hidden soul will survive. In other words-a person with a Horcrux cannot be Really kill." Slughorn's tone was solemn, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together.

　　 Riddle's hunger and thirst are now obvious, and his greedy expression can no longer hide his desire. He turned around and walked towards the fireplace next to Slughorn, preventing Slughorn from seeing a change in his expression. He carefully controlled his voice, but Harry could feel his excitement, "What can I do to split the soul, Professor ?"

　　 "I think you already know the answer, Tom." Slughorn's expression was a little disturbed.

　　 Tom Riddle's voice sounded particularly calm: "Killing."

"Yes, killing is one of the ways that the soul can be separated. This is a violation of the laws of nature." Slughorn shook his head like an elephant stung by a mosquito. "But you have to know the Horcrux Method, otherwise killing is just killing and has nothing to do with your soul."

　　 "Can the soul be divided only once? For example, can it be divided into seven times?" Riddle's voice sounded as if it were just out of curiosity.

"Seven times?" Slughorn looked very disturbed, staring at Riddle as if he hadn't seen him clearly before, "Seven times! Merlin's beard, isn't it scary enough to kill a person? If you divide the soul into Seven copies... These are just hypotheses, right, Tom? It's purely academic discussion."

　　Tom Riddle took two steps forward, and when he turned back again, he looked very polite and gentleman, he said soothingly: "That's nature, Professor. Just treat it as our little secret."

　　 The memory ends here, as if it collapsed into black mist again.

　　 "Professor." As soon as Harry landed on the floor of his office, Harry couldn't wait to ask his question "Do you think Voldemort succeeded?"

"Yes, he succeeded. You should remember that he didn't just make one..." Dumbledore's tone was very solemn, and he staggered backwards, "Horace may have been Tom's The question was frightened. Maybe he thought that according to Tom’s knowledge, he could only know the harm of splitting the soul too many times. This made him not warn about this behavior, and Tom actually didn’t know about the time—he might have understood later. But he doesn't care either."

　　 Dumbledore took off the ring from his hand. The ring gurgled around the table a few times. He took out a charred diary from the drawer and put it on the table: "This confirms my idea."

　　 "Tom Riddle's diary." Harry didn't say anything. He looked down at the ring on the table. "Counting this, two Horcruxes have been destroyed."

"Yes, this is one of his Horcruxes. Four years ago, this Horcrux was destroyed by Alan using the teeth of the basilisk." Dumbledore held the scorched notebook. "I knew that this kind of magic was not Generally, very evil and very powerful, but then I know how strong it is, and the memories of Horace tonight confirmed the idea of ​​me and Alan."

　　 "Does Ellen also know that there are multiple Horcruxes? Did he know that two were destroyed?" Harry was a little confused. He had planned to run over to tell Ellen after the incident so that he could be prepared.

"A lot of people think I seem to know everything, but I don't actually." Dumbledore responded to Harry, not expressing enough as if he fell into his own thoughts, "For example, Allen knows a lot of things I don't know-but There are more than two, as far as I know Alan Harris also destroyed some."

　　 "But if anyone can find all those Horcruxes and destroy them..." Harry said impatiently.

"Whoever can destroy Voldemort." Dumbledore raised his scorched, withered hand and said, "Marvolo's ring, a terrible curse, his Horcruxes are extremely difficult to find, and they are all trapped. "

"Professor, why don't you try your hand at the Ravenclaw Temple?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's hand very worried. "I mean, that temple seems to be good at curses, and Alan seems to be in harmony. They have a close relationship, and Ms. Gray has always had a good relationship with them."

"Don't worry about Harry, Professor Snape and myself should actually be able to treat it, and by my age I have difficulty accepting new things. Either way it will waste a lot of time..." Dumbledore A reassuring smile was given to Harry, "We have to spend our time and energy first on the primary goal, not on my bad old man."

"How can I find it? He might hide these anywhere~www.ltnovel.com~ Harry didn't persuade him anymore. He was a little bit annoyed that he wasted so long before finding his memory, thinking that if Dumbledore was quicker Can solve the problem more quickly and heal with peace of mind.

　　 "Yes, but black magic, especially the black magic of Horcrux..." Before Dumbledore's words were finished, Harry's finger touched the ring on the table.

As soon as they met, the ring evoked those horrible memories deep in Harry’s heart, and caused a pain in his lightning scar-the image of Voldemort screaming up to the sky in his youth, Tom Riddle in the orphanage Staring at the postcard behind the pipe on the wall, Voldemort's pale face after being reborn... flashed quickly in Harry's mind.

　　 The ring turned quickly on the table like a top, then slowly slowed down the rotation speed, and fell back on the table. Dumbledore's eyes moved with the ring.

　　 Harry closed his eyes and shook his head uneasily. When he opened his eyes, he was in a daze for a while, and only adjusted to Dumbledore’s blue eyes after meeting Dumbledore’s crescent glasses.

"...Will leave a trail." Dumbledore spit out what he hadn't finished saying. He walked around behind the principal's desk and confronted Harry. "And, I think I might have found another one. But this time I didn't. One person destroys it."

　　 Dumbledore's beard and hair were white, and his chin was tied into a beard, which shook slightly as he walked. Dumbledore looked pale and haggard, and he smiled apologetically at Harry, "Harry, I asked you too much this time."