Chapter Seventy-Nine: Dumbledore
There is a reward for paying, and in the same way, there is a reward for paying, Mo Wen, who received a lot of benefits from Hermione, waited for the punishment of beating two professors and leaving an indelible mark on one of them the next day, Ravenclaw was deducted two hundred points, and Mo Wen was confined for a week.
"Mr. Guris, to be honest, I'm disappointed, I thought you could control yourself." In the headmaster's room, Dumbledore looked at Mo Wen with his chin on his chin and his eyes sneering, although he said that he was disappointed, but there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Damn old guy, Mo Wen scolded in his heart, saying that he was dissatisfied, in fact, they were already very happy when they saw that I attached so much importance to Hermione, the more they paid attention to the people around them, the easier it was to control them, and the less likely they were to fall to Voldemort's side, right.
However, he bowed slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, Headmaster, for causing you trouble." ”
Dumbledore waved his hand, "It's nothing, Professor Umbridge has learned her lesson anyway, she should be a little more restrained." ”
"Is there any news from Voldemort?"
Mo Wen looked at Dumbledore, "He's still looking for a chance to get that thing, but lately he seems to have felt that his gang is not enough, and plans to let me go to Azkaban." ”
"Well," Dumbledore's eyes lit up, then dimmed, "Fudge won't listen to us now, and we're afraid there's nothing we can do to stop him, and it seems like his most loyal men are coming back." ”
There was silence in the room for a while, and now the Order of the Phoenix still had a slight upper hand in the fight against the Death Eaters, but if the group of Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban came out, the result would be different, it was the most loyal and crazy person under Voldemort.
"Of course, the good news is not without it," Noticing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, Mo Wen tried to change the subject, "You asked me to check if there was a cup in Voldemort's treasures, and I inquired - someone remembered that Voldemort seemed to have given a cup to Bellatrix a few years ago, and when that reward was given, Lucius got a diary. ”
Dumbledore was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face, "This news is very important, and it will be crucial to whether we can defeat Voldemort in the end, Mr. Gurris, I have to say, well done!" ”
Glancing at Dumbledore's charred hand, there was an ugly gold ring with a large, cracked black gemstone in the center.
"How many Horcruxes does Voldemort have?" Mo Wen suddenly asked.
Dumbledore's pupils shrank, and he tapped lightly on the table, slowly speaking, "You know everything?" When did you start to know? ”
Mo Wen spread his hands, "Professor, you forgot, the Ravenclaw crown was retrieved by me. I didn't understand the dark magic at the time, but when I destroyed Voldemort's diary in my third grade, I realized that they seemed to be the same kind of dark magic. And there are not many people who have the strength to use their hands on the crown of Ravenclaw, and apart from the Dark Lord, I can't imagine that Hogwarts will cultivate a character who would dare to turn the relics of the founding four into dark magic objects. So both of these are clearly Voldemort's handiwork. Now that I have the Ravenclaw crown, you asked me to pay attention to whether Voldemort has a cup there, it should be a Hufflepuff cup, after all, there are only a few relics of the Big Four. ”
"But how did you know it was a Horcrux?" A powerful wave of magic rose from Dumbledore's body, and his eyes were unusually sharp.
"Humph!" Mo Wen snorted in displeasure, and a wave not inferior to Dumbledore rose from him, and the two waves collided continuously, clashing in a small space, the flow of magic brought a breeze, and the books around him were blown rustling.
"You are not the only smart person, Tom Riddle was almost resurrected with the help of the power of the diary, even the most clever black magic cannot create a life out of thin air, unless there is originally a soul there, even if it is just a fragment, it is easy to find the Horcrux, the black magic that splits and preserves the soul, by following this clue."
Mo Wen said lightly, "And please don't use the 'Dementor Mind' anymore, if my memory was so easy to read, then I would have died at the hands of the Dark Lord a long time ago!" ”
"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." The fluctuations in Dumbledore's mana dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, "I really don't want to see another genius who has been bewitched by immortality. ”
"Immortality?" Mo Wen let out a sneer, "What is that?" "There is the existence of the Heroic Spirit Throne, and Mo Wen is the immortal and immortal existence, and the so-called immortality is just a joke in his opinion.
But Dumbledore didn't know this, and he said to Mo Wen earnestly, "Believe me, Mr. Gurris, immortality is not as beautiful as you think, and Horcruxes are dark magic that should not be touched. ”
Mo Wenyi frowned, he didn't want to continue this unnutritious topic with Dumbledore, and properly showed his strength for the sake of future arrangements, but it was not what he wanted to turn his face with Dumbledore. "How many Horcruxes does Voldemort have? Ravenclaw's crown, diary, and Hufflepuff cup, how many Horcruxes did he make? ”
Seeing that Mo Wen didn't want to talk about the topic just now, Dumbledore didn't force it, judging from the invisible confrontation just now, even if Mo Wen was not as strong as himself, his strength was much stronger than that of ordinary wizards, and he didn't want any unhappiness between the two sides, especially at this time.
"I don't know," he shook his head, "I'm afraid the clue is in an old friend of mine, but he doesn't seem to want to mention it, and I can't help it." ”
"Who's that guy?"
"Horace Slughorn!"
Mo Wen shook his head, "Okay, leave it to me, I just have to go out soon, and Voldemort plans to take me to meet his 'loyal' men!" ”
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"Guris!" Looking at Mo Wen, who was about to turn away, Dumbledore suddenly stopped him, "I'll find a while to tell Harry about the Horcrux, according to the prophecy, he is our hope." "Hopefully, the two words accentuate the tone.
Hearing what Dumbledore meant, Mo Wen shrugged, "He doesn't provoke me, and I'm not interested in paying attention to him." Then the figure disappeared in the doorway.
Dumbledore smiled wryly, why couldn't the relationship between Guris and Harry be better, so that he would be much easier.