When I saw Lao Fu again, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

Ike had returned to Malfoy Manor last night, and it was almost dawn, so he hadn't slept yet, so he sat at the long table and waited. Not long after, as the sun rose, the originally silent manor regained some vitality.

"Looks like you didn't get anything out of it this time." Lao Fu was still wearing the robe that looked a little shabby, Shi Shiran sat on the main seat, and touched the top of his head as he spoke.

"Yes, teacher......"

Ike bowed slightly, and told Lao Fu everything he had seen and heard in Avalon, but he only hid the trip to Gloucester and the final compensation that might be better than nothing.

And Lao Fu didn't say anything for a long time after hearing this, just sat in place and didn't move. Ike didn't say a word, staring at a very delicate pattern on the long table in front of him.

Time passed minute by minute, and other people in the manor also appeared, but when they saw the scene in front of them and felt the depression, they all silently relaxed their steps.

After a long time, Lao Fu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the people standing quietly at the long table, waved his hand, and let them all go out, before he said to Ike: "That's it, don't think about it there, now we don't need the power of ancient magic so much." ”

"Okay, teacher." Ike nodded, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Then teacher, what ......are our next steps?"

"That's it...... Go ahead and get it all done this June. ”

Lao Fu squinted slightly, and the ruthlessness in his red pupils flashed away.

Ike bowed slightly, then stood up, lowered his head and said, "Then I'll go, teacher." ”

"Go for it......"

On the day Ike returned to Malfoy Manor, Dumbledore had also completed his third "teaching" of Harry.

Of course, the atmosphere of "teaching" was not harmonious at first, as Harry had completely forgotten the homework that Dumbledore had left him. Admittedly, Harry was able to forget because of Ron's unwarranted disaster at Christmas, but then he focused on finding out where Malfoy was.

Dumbledore was indeed a little disappointed at this point.

But what else can he do? "Teaching" still has to continue.

This time, Dumbledore brought out two more memories. One belongs to a very old house-elf named Haoqi, whose owner is the former owner of the Slytherin locket and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup; The other belongs to Dumbledore himself, which is the memory of Lao Fu's job search when he was young.

"You need to be careful, Harry."

After reading the two memories, Dumbledore said with a serious expression: "Pay attention to these two stories, and even the details in those I showed you before. ”

"There's no doubt that Tom Demon has committed another murder, and unlike the Riddle murder, this time he's not doing it for revenge, it's for profit, and he needs a Slytherin locket and a Hufflepuff Gold Cup."

"And before that, we didn't know if he had done anything like this......"

"Voldemort must have done it!" Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Harry said angrily, "He's such a wicked man!" ”

"Very well, I hope you keep that in mind." Dumbledore nodded, paused, and then continued, "As for the second memory, that is, the time Tom came to Hogwarts to become a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, there are actually some things that I still have doubts about, so ......"

"So you need that memory of Professor Slughorn?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said, "That is the final piece of the puzzle, and I believe it will answer all the questions and give us the strength to defeat Tom once and for all." ”

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked down at Harry slightly, his old face full of seriousness and seriousness. His hand gently pushed his glasses and said in an unquestioning tone, "So Harry, this time I want you to do the homework I gave you seriously and get that memory." ”

"I can trust you, Harry?"

"When...... Of course, sir, I will do it! Harry subconsciously responded, and it wasn't until Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction that he broke free from the atmosphere that made him feel suffocated.

Seeing this, Dumbledore didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and let Harry go. As he walked out of the door of the principal's office, his figure disappearing into the spiral staircase, his gaze still not withdrawn.

"I thought you'd tell that kid everything, Dumbledore." A voice sounded from behind, waking Dumbledore from deep thought.

He slowly sat back in his chair, waved his wand in his hand, and a plate of bee candy and a cup of hot cocoa appeared on the table. He picked up a candy and threw it into his mouth, closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the sweet taste before he spoke, "I don't put all my hopes in one person, Phineas. ”

"Hah!" Headmaster Phineas Nigelles Black, who was pictured in the portrait on the wall, sneered at this, and the sound was so unpleasant that it immediately woke up several of the former acting headmasters who were already asleep.

Phineas was a typical member of the Black family, who did not flinch even in the face of an enemy, and used vicious language to silence several other headmasters, and then said to Dumbledore, who had been watching the excitement for a while, with the haughty attitude of a victor: "You should believe that child more, Dumbledore, the prophecy has given you the answer, all you have to do is make the prophecy come true." ”

"We all know what those prophecies are all about, Phineas." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Prophecy points to the outcome, but for now, the process is the most important ......"

"Are we going to do nothing and wait for the boy to finish what he was prophesied to accomplish?"

"That's not realistic, Phineas."

"So, you're going to give everything you have for it?" Phineas retorted.

Hearing this, Dumbledore was silent, and after a long time he shook his head and said, "It's not everything, Phineas, I just did what I thought I was supposed to do. ”

"You ......"

Before Phineas could say anything, Dumbledore waved his wand in his hand, and a red curtain flew onto the portrait, covering him.

In the next second, Phineas's voice was gone.

With another wave of his wand, the massive red velvet curtain slowly closed, completely obscuring the portraits of the former headmaster on the wall, and the headmaster's office fell silent again.

After sitting in his chair for a while, Dumbledore picked up the cup of cocoa on the table that had been cold for a long time, drank it dry in a few sips, and took another candy before walking to his bedroom.

As he walked, his clothes turned into comfortable pajamas, and a warm nightcap fell on top of his head. The glasses and wand left the body and landed lightly on the bedside table.

Lying on the bed, the quilt is naturally covered, and the two arms are stretched out from the quilt and folded on top of each other.

The hands are a little white, like an old man, and many age spots can be seen on them.

That's all......

(End of chapter)