"Algorithms."

Scott waved his wand and completed the calculations.

Now comes the final step.

Scott took a deep breath and waved his wand firmly and dotted it on the parchment.

"The numbers are revealed."

On the parchment, the numbers come alive.

Scott stared at the paper tightly, frowning.

Not so good.

The numbers on the paper were a little messy, and he couldn't see at a glance what the rules were.

And......

The most difficult part of this arithmetic divination is that there is no way to firm up your thoughts.

Unlike the previous two uses, whether it was his parents or Ravenclaw's crown, he could present a specific image in his mind.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes", this is a relatively abstract concept for him.

But Scott quickly put aside his distractions and concentrated on his divination purpose.

Whoa, whoa.

The parchment caught in Scott's wand trembled, and Scott closed his eyes.

It was as if a notebook and crown image of countless numbers appeared in his mind, and many more numbers flew around the notebook and the crown image.

They are constantly combined, and they are broken again almost as they form new images, making it impossible to see what they refer.

But the jumble of numbers seemed to be separated after all, and apart from the image of the notebook and the crown, the other numbers were divided into four clusters.

6 pcs?

Scott thought.

I think it's seven.

As he thought about it, the jumbled numbers in his mind split into a new mess.

That's all it can do.

Scott opened his eyes decisively.

At this point, the moving numbers on the parchment almost all disappeared in the collision.

The moment Scott opened his eyes, he happened to see that the only thing left[6] had suddenly become[7].

The number [7] quickly moved to the top of the parchment.

“［7］？” Dumbledore looked down at the number, "It's a magical number. ”

Scott felt weak at the moment.

Throughout the day, he performed his third arithmetic divination.

At this moment, he felt that the magic in his body had been completely emptied.

He stretched out his hand to hold the cup with hot cocoa, but he didn't expect that his wrist was sore, and the cup was not stable and fell down.

Dumbledore hurriedly held out a finger to freeze the poured cup and drink in the air, and then returned to their original shapes.

Then he picked up the Elder Wand and waved it at Scott, a gentle white light shining on Scott, and he felt like he was suddenly feeling better.

"It's a little trick learned from Madam Pomfrey, and it's only a temporary relief."

Dumbledore tapped Scott's cup with his wand.

The hot cocoa in the cup is full again, and a straw appears in the cup.

Scott touched the cup with his hand and found that the temperature was just right, so he quickly lowered his head and took a large sip of hot cocoa.

After the mellow hot cocoa was in his stomach, he felt a little better.

So he stretched out the index finger of his right hand, placed it on the parchment, and began to perceive the topmost number [7].

But within a few seconds he opened his eyes.

"There is very little information." He told Dumbledore, "This number is just an indication of the number of Horcruxes, and it doesn't bring me any more information. ”

"Good, that's good." Dumbledore laughed with satisfaction.

"Maybe you've noticed." Scott added, "The final change in numbers. ”

"Finally changed from [6] to [7]?" Dumbledore asked, "Does that mean anything?" ”

Scott whispered, "Voldemort's initiative to create Horcruxes is six,[6] which represents perfection, and with the fact that he is[7] the most magical number, I think he did it on purpose." ”

"But in the end, there were 7 Horcruxes?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Skoth nodded, "The 7th Horcrux is an accident, I'm afraid...... Even he didn't know. ”

Dumbledore's face changed thoughtfully.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Good." He said to Scott, "I have to thank you for your assistance, Scott, it means so much to us. ”

"No thanks, Professor." Scott smiled, "But I think those Riddle's Horcruxes are probably Medea's targets as well, aren't they?" ”

"You're right."

Dumbledore pushed his half-moon glasses, which were about to fall to the tip of his nose.

"But you're a student, so you don't have to worry about it yet, Scott."

He waved his hand.

"Go ahead, I hope you can get a good rest."

As soon as Scott wanted to get up, he sensed the phoenix suddenly fly up and circle around the top of his head.

Later, he found himself sitting in a hospital bed.

"Mr. Trollope!"

Madam Pomfrey rushed in and placed a hospital gown on the bedside table.

"Dumbledore has informed me, you should change into clean clothes!"

She turned and walked briskly out again.

"I'll go get you some medicine. Dumbledore really gets into trouble, he shouldn't have asked students to help him with things, that old fool! ”

Scott was stunned, obediently changed into a hospital gown, and lay on the hospital bed.

His hands and feet were weakening again at this time, which really took him a long time.

Madam Pomfrey came over with two more potions and poured them into his mouth without saying a word.

"Very well, go to sleep, kid."

She closed the curtain of the hospital bed directly.

"Tomorrow will be fine, good night."

"Good night, Madam Pomfrey."

Scott closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Scott was woken up by the aroma of food.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the curtain of his hospital bed had been opened, and Milton was sitting beside it.

"Early."

He looked at the paper crown on Milton's head.

"You're ......"

"Early, you have this too."

Milton laughed and pulled out another crown made of paper.

"This is our ceremony to celebrate the imminent return of the Ravenclaw crown!"

Scott took the paper crown speechlessly and looked at it.

It's as shoddy as the crown that comes with a birthday cake that says "Wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind."

"Who came up with this?"

He casually fastened the crown to his head.

I don't know how to make it look better.

Milton laughed again, "Everyone worked out, and all Ravenclaws are wearing them today." ”

He gestured to the food packed on the bedside table.

"I brought you breakfast, you can eat it quickly."

With that, he stood up.

"I'll help you ask Madam Pomfrey when you'll be discharged."

"Okay."

Scott nodded, and he sat up, pulling out a sandwich from the paper bag containing the food and nibbling on it.

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