A grand celebratory dinner is in full swing in the Great Hall, where the four long tables that were originally side by side are arranged into a box, and the elves in the kitchen are doing their best, and the long tables are filled with all kinds of mouth-watering food.

The professors weren't asserting their identities either, and they mingled with the young wizards and chatted happily.

Professor McGonagall pretended not to see the Weasley brothers secretly swapping the juice of the young wizards for butterbeer, Snape seemed to comfort a gloomy Draco, and when the mood came, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout even waltzed to the sound of the crowd.

"Actually, I noticed early on that bathroom that something was wrong--"

Lockhart, who hadn't been seen in front of everyone for two months, appeared despite Madam Pomfrey's dissuasion, his face was pale, and he could only stand by leaning against the table, but he still tried to match his smile with the brilliant stars on the ceiling.

"But I don't think it's a gentleman's demeanor to break into a girls' bathroom!"

"How dare he say that!"

Harry's face turned blue with anger at Lockhart's boastful words, and Dean beside him made a vomit expression.

"Where did Professor Brian go?"

Hermione, who was a little upset by Professor Lockhart's performance, looked around, looking for the young, thin figure.

"He and Headmaster Dumbledore left halfway through." Neville answered the question.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, both a little amused, and after a brief exchange, they took some food and left the Great Hall to find Ron at the school hospital.

On the eighth floor of the castle, Amosta led Dumbledore to push open a sleek door embedded in the wall opposite a tapestry of a troll stick beating the silly Barnabas.

“... At that time, I would often practice magic or make potions in some remote classrooms in the castle, and from the second semester of my fifth year, you and Professor Snape both stared at me closely, and at one point, Professor Snape seemed to smell the potions I was carrying, but he didn't say it explicitly, out of an abundance of caution, I wanted to find a safe place to store my potions... I wandered around here and stumbled upon this magical room. ”

Squeak!

It was a room the size of a church, and the surrounding landscape looked like a city, and the high walls were made up of thousands of long-dead students hiding things, most of which could barely hold up garbage - expired potions, rotten and moldy food, collapsed bookshelves and chests, old textbooks and the like...

Amosta led Dumbledore deeper and deeper through the labyrinthine garbage heap until he came to an old blistered cupboard, at the top of which sat a bust of a wizard with pockmarked cheeks and a clear round indentation on the gray old hair sleeve on his head.

"Well, this is it--"

Amosta raised his chin and said to a solemn Dumbledore.

Dumbledore clutched the broken crown that Amosta had given him last night, and he glanced at the statue before looking away at the room he was in.

"It's a great place to hide... I can probably guess when Tom hid his crown here..."

Dumbledore muttered,

"Tell you the truth, Amosta, you have done me a great favor, for so many years I have had a suspicion that Voldemort ever split his own soul, and I think he may have done so more than once, but I have no proof, and you confirmed for me two long-standing doubts in one day..."

Although Dumbledore said this, he did not see a trace of relief, but his shoulders were a little rickety, and his eyebrows seemed to be crushed by the heavy pressure.

Amosta understands why Dumbledore is like this, this is indeed a very headache, if you want to destroy Voldemort, you must first destroy his Horcruxes, but God knows how many times Voldemort this madman split his soul?

Theoretically, there is no upper limit to the number of soul splits, as long as your broken soul is enough to support the activities of your body, then, splitting dozens or hundreds of times is not a problem, but in fact, the human soul cannot be so powerful, just like a blank piece of paper, theoretically it can be folded countless times, but in fact, it cannot be operated after only a few times.

"So--"

Amosta ignored Dumbledore, who was frowning and brooding, and he walked straight towards the exit,

"If you really think I'm offering a small amount of help, Headmaster Dumbledore, don't bother you to stare at me all the time, in that case, I'll be very distressed!"

.......

Although the muscles of his arm were torn by the basilisk's fangs, thanks to Fawkes's tears and Madam Pomfrey's professional handling, Ron's mummy-covered arm was already able to move, and he leaned on the pillow and listened to Harry's retelling of Lockhart's boastful words, and even his nose was crooked!

"Just him, Harry!"

Ron gasped, "If it weren't for you, Harry, he wouldn't have been able to find the door to the Chamber of Secrets, even if Hogwarts had closed... By the way, didn't myrtle get the punishment she deserved?! ”

"There's no way the Ministry of Magic can put a ghost in Azkaban, Ron." Hermione, who finally got her spirits up, said sensibly, "Professor Bryan also thinks that judging a ghost is a very ridiculous and cruel thing. ”

"I don't see anything cruel about it!"

Ron twisted his nose and looked at Ginny, who was deep asleep after drinking a large glass of chocolate milk with sleeping agent outside the bed, and the worried sobbing appearance of his parents at Ginny's bedside this morning was still echoing in Ron's head.

"Speaking of Professor Blaine," Ron looked at Harry, "he's already decided to leave, hasn't he?" ”

Speaking of this, Hermione's mood went down again, and even Harry let out a long sigh of relief, looking worried.

"That's what Headmaster Dumbledore told me anyway, and he told me that Professor Bryan had done his duty and that he would be leaving the school soon--"

"That's terrible,"

Ron seemed to want to hold his arms, but he forgot about the injury to his right arm, and as a result, he accidentally pulled the wound and grinned in pain.

"Shhhh Mom also asked me to invite Professor Brian to my house during the summer vacation, and my dad also said that he almost saved our family..., and it's true, he saved Bill and Charlie when he was in school, and now he has rescued Curl and Ginny from the hands of the mysterious man and the basilisk, which is a real headache, and this is not a favor that can be easily repaid..."

"I didn't save you out of gratitude, Mr. Weasley."

Amosta strode in with a smile and said as he looked at the three little wizards who were very surprised by his appearance.

"How do you feel, Mr. Weasley?"

"Oh... Well, it's much better, Professor Blaine! Ron, whose ears were red, said shyly, and as he spoke, he tried his best to raise his arms.

Seeing that Ron was in good spirits, Amosta nodded with satisfaction, and he sat on the hospital bed next door and smiled at the three of them and said,

"Actually, I have some gifts for you--"









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