Probably because Dumbledore went to Austria, there were unexpectedly many more Germanic dishes at the opening banquet tonight.

Bavarian sweet mustard sausage, sour and spicy; Viennese roast beef, cooked on the outside and tender on the inside; A large pot of stewed pork knuckle with Berlin sauerkraut is even more creamy and sweet.

There is also dessert after the meal...... Black Forest Cherry Cake, with the sweet aroma of cream, the bitterness of cherries, mixed with a faint aroma of cherry wine, makes people intoxicated.

It was all familiar taste, Dumbledore was very satisfied with it, and the students tasted it.

But most British students don't like German food, and complain that the Germans haven't tasted good things while eating, and it's a food desert...... To be true is to have no self-knowledge.

After dinner, Rove leaves Hufflepuff and heads to the principal's office alone.

He's going to claim his "cutie" back...... Basilisk. I didn't see each other for Christmas, and I kind of missed that old thing.

However, when he arrived at the office, Rove saw Dumbledore sitting there drinking alone, and when he saw the boy coming, he invited him to taste the souvenirs he had brought home......

German Beer!

At that time, the army of the Roman Empire brought the brewing technology of ale, a bittersweet and bitter drink, from the plains of Mesopotamia back to Europe.

The Germanic people, who lived in Bavaria, Germany, refined it into beer brewing technology. Since then, beer that truly meets modern tastes has been truly born.

Therefore, Bavaria, the land of beer, produces wine in one word...... Tunnel!

Speaking of wine, the portraits of the principal on the wall did not pretend to be asleep, and chatted endlessly.

"What kind of Bavarian beer, it's so bad to drink, it's far inferior to shrine maiden wine!" Phineas Black said with disdain on his face:

"I used to take my Hogwarts students to a Potions tournament at a magical institute in Japan, and I had the privilege of tasting the shrine maiden wine there."

Phineas recalled:

"A seventeen-year-old girl gently chews the cooked rice with a cherry mouth, stirs it with a pink tongue, spits it into a bottle with a golden mouth, and seals it.

It is then allowed to ferment naturally for a full 180 days, and finally it becomes a shrine maiden wine."

As a big fan of purebloods, Phineas also reminded:

"Remember, you have to choose a pure-blood witch, not a half-blood, it doesn't smell like that!"

Hearing Phineas's description, the other principals angrily scolded him for being disgusting.

"It's disgusting!" The old headmaster, Fosco, rubbed his red nose and said angrily:

"Isn't it just saliva and wine? Also shrine maiden wine?! Can it be compared to the beer of the Anderjess Abbey?

I drank it once back then, and it was slightly bitter in the mouth, with a sweet aftertaste and a wheat aroma lingering on the tip of the tongue...... It's like a nun wearing only a black veil, standing in front of you, sexy and dignified, faintly adding a bit of charm......

"Thank you for sharing, Fosco, that's enough." Dumbledore hurriedly interrupted.

Rove tugged at the corners of his mouth, he didn't expect that these old principals all had unique skills, and they seemed to have a good time when they were young.

Of course, the current headmaster was not a fuel-efficient lamp when he was young.

After the boy drank the beer in the glass, he gently placed it on the table and took the initiative to ask:

"Professor Dumbledore, how is the basilisk?"

Dumbledore handed Rolf another dime of beer, then waved his wand to stir up the fire in the fireplace.

"Rove, I can't give you that basilisk back yet."

Rove said with a solemn face, "Is there really something wrong with it?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Did you notice that it always refers to itself as "we"?"

"I always thought it was because it had been locked up in the chamber for too long, and it was a little schizophrenic." Rove frowned.

"I thought so at first, but after careful research, I found out." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "That basilisk calls itself us, but it's actually because it has two souls in its body, which are intertwined with each other.

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Dumbledore waved his wand, and in the distance, a delicate silver instrument flew onto the desk, and the old man tapped it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument immediately set itself up and running, making a rhythmic clanging sound, and wisps of pale green smoke poured out from the small silver tube at the top, converging in the air.

Rove stared intently at the light smoke, his brow furrowed.

After a few seconds, a few wisps of light smoke turned into a steady puff of smoke, getting thicker and thicker, swirling in the air...... Turned into a two-headed snake.

The two heads of the two-headed snake were not of the same color, and one of them was like a plant "grafted" onto the basilisk.

"This is the soul of a basilisk, the two heads are clearly not one, one of them is supposed to be from a wizard."

Rove was a little stunned, he couldn't believe it, "Is that basilisk ...... Horcruxes?"

Hearing Rove utter the word "Horcrux", Dumbledore didn't show a look of surprise on his face.

The boy had told him that the basilisk was trying to teach him Slytherin magic and tricking him into making Horcruxes in order to live forever.

It was for this reason that Dumbledore paid special attention to the basilisk, and even took it to Austria to find a professional to help him re-examine it.

"You're right." Dumbledore nodded slowly, "That basilisk is indeed a Horcrux."

Rov suppressed the horror in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who could have made it?"

As far as he knew, the least people who had come into contact with the basilisk were Salazar Slytherin, Corvinus Gaunt, and Voldemort.

Voldemort, of course, couldn't.

As for Corvinus Gaunt, he lived for more than two hundred years and did not die, and when he sensed that Rove had the breath of a basilisk, he wanted to trade away...... The odds are really high.

If it's Salazar Slytherin's Horcrux, then the problem is serious.

"The craftsman is very high-level, and the soul of that basilisk is entangled, and I don't know whose Horcrux it is for the time being." Dumbledore shook his head and said:

"That's why I put that head in a ...... Let him help with the care and research."

"During the summer vacation, I guess I'm almost done researching, and I can take you to meet him."

Rolf raised an eyebrow, Dumbledore had gone to Austria, and Neumengard Prison was in Austria.

His "old man" should be Grindelwald, right?

Speaking of which, Rove still remembers that his grandfather Newt and Grindelwald were enemies, and he had some emotional entanglements because of "someone".

Dumbledore took Newt's grandson to see Grindelwald...... Sure that it would not irritate the former Dark Lord, let him question again:

"What is it that makes Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"

While Rove was thinking, sitting in his chair, Dumbledore crossed his hands and asked:

"I received a letter from Nicol, and Peter Pettigrew appeared?"

"Yes, Professor." Rove hurriedly nodded. "Shirley and I speculate that Peter may have stolen a time-turner from the Department of Mysteries."

Dumbledore's face was flat, and he bowed his head, "I see."

"Professor, you don't seem worried?" Rove wondered.

That's a time turner!

"Worried?" Dumbledore smiled mysteriously, "Why should I worry about a dead man?

Don't forget, you killed him in the Screaming Shack on Halloween night."

"Peter must have seen the newspaper and knew about his death." Rove frowned and said:

"Will he use the time turner to travel back to Halloween night and stop this from happening?"

"Rally, the death of Peter Pettigrew is already predestined, just like the Chadley Artillery will be at the bottom of this year's league."

Dumbledore smiled:

"Whether he wants to save himself or not, it's something that can't be stopped. Even, if he wants to save himself, he may do it himself

Promote your own death."

Dumbledore raised his glass, drank it all as if he were booze, and sighed:

"This is fate!"

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