Metals that do not rely on magic, and can resist the calcination of fire by relying entirely on their own material characteristics, Amosta's mind flashed a lot of magic metals, but he couldn't find one that could meet the requirements, so when his eyes fell on the crown again, Amosta's eyes became more condensed.

Just as Dumbledore ignored the Grimace because of the Horcruxes, Amosta did not notice this detail either.

"Something we can't look at, magic is secretly protecting these things, not even fire and Horcruxes can erode them"

Amosta lowered her eyebrows and whispered

"So, what about Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor?"

"Please wait a moment—"

Dumbledore dropped this, and then, he walked quickly to the bookshelf under the frame of the headmasters, searched through the rows of gilded book spines, and it didn't take long for him to lock on to his target, and then, he hurried to a wall behind his desk, and removed the Gryffindor sword hanging from the wall.

The sword, Amosta, had met once last year, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, where Harry had used it in hand-to-hand combat with the basilisk.

Regarding the sword, Amosta also knew some news that could cause an uproar when it was spoken.

The famous Gryffindor sword is not Godric Gryffindor's original sword, his original sword is lying in Amosta's storage bag, the blade in front of him is shining silver, the original owner, is the king of the Camelot dynasty, King Arthur's Broken Steel Sword!

Dumbledore's meaning of taking it out was clear to Amosta, and he picked up the heavy Phantasm, his gaze wandered around the sword, and finally, it landed on the side of the sword's jaw.

The Magic Script - similar to the one on the crown and the locket!

"This sword has always been in your hand, Headmaster Dumbledore, haven't you noticed it before?"

After playing around for a while, not feeling anything unusual, Amosta put it back on the table and said to Dumbledore, who was rummaging through the books.

"Actually, I know--"

Dumbledore gave an unexpected answer,

"I've noticed early on that the real magic engraved on the sword's jaw can be taken out of the Sorting Hat as long as it's a real Gryffindor - I thought the ancient magic engraved with the magic was this, oh, there is."

Dumbledore spread the book on the table, pointed to the picture on the dark yellow page, and said,

"Compared to the once-lost crown belonging to Lady Rowena Ravenclaw and the unknown locket left by Salazar Slytherin, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is not too difficult to inquire into in whose hands, it has been passed down in an orderly manner, and has remained in the hands of the blood relatives of Hufflepuff descendants for thousands of years, until, in the hands of Voldemort, although we have not yet figured out the whereabouts of the Gold Cup, but fortunately, we can find some reliable information-"

There are pictures of golden cups from all angles in the book, and most people are only attracted by the vivid badger on the front, but Amosta stares at the inconspicuous magic inscriptions at the foot of the cup.

"I suspect we probably won't be able to find the annotations to these scriptures from any of the Runewen books--"

Dumbledore looked at the pensive Amosta and said,

"It is highly likely that these scripts were created by the four founders of Hogwarts, and they were left on their respective items with the acts of the scripts."

"Reasonable assumption—"

Amosta bowed slightly, her eyes moving back and forth between the locket, the crown, the Sword of Gryffindor, and the books.

"Do you think—"

In the middle of the night, Amosta raised his head, his eyes burning

"If we find the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, with all four items, will something interesting happen?"

"There are no clues or records that can confirm this suspicion--"

Dumbledore said calmly, staring at Amosta, who was showing an unusually good interest in the inscriptions, a strange light flashing in his eyes, but in the end, he didn't try to inquire.

Call--

For a long time, Amosta let out a heavy sigh.

Since the Druid woman appeared in front of him and disappeared in a hurry, the originally 'normal' wizarding world suddenly became eerie, and many things were invisibly implicated in an unknown conspiracy, which involved Merlin and Morgan Leffy more than ten centuries ago, the rumored 'Grim Reaper' in Morgan's body, and the founding four of Hogwarts.

Each of these people is famous in history, and none of them can compete with today's Amosta, but they involved him.

"Let's do this first--"

Amosta pressed these things back to his heart, cheered up,

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what are you going to do with this soul fragment in the locket? Is it destroyed, or is it temporarily kept? ”

"In my opinion, there is no need for reservations."

Speaking of Horcruxes, Dumbledore's tone returned to solemnity.

"Okay--"

Amosta shrugged, his wand in his palm

"The soul fragment is hidden in the locket, and it can only be burned along with this box, but after that, I have to ask you to fix it, and I have a hunch that these things will play an important role someday in the future. Take two steps back, Headmaster Dumbledore, if you don't want your beard to be ruined. ”

"It's not just the beard, Amosta--"

Dumbledore hurriedly waved his hand,

"If I could, I'd also like to keep many of the items in this room of my office belonging to Hogwarts and not to me. Don't worry, we can opt for a little more gentle--"

Horcruxes are the most evil black magic, and you can only use the coolest way to destroy a Horcrux, and in Amosta's hands, all the magic that can destroy a Horcrux will cause the most damage to the environment, and some vicious magic can even completely pollute the magic in an area, but it is a fierce fire, and it is the most manipulative magic.

And Dumbledore's words of 'a little mild' did arouse Amosta's curiosity.

Dumbledore went to the shelf where the wine had been stored, and tapped his wand on the innermost partition, and the dark wood board twisted like liquid, and quickly faded in color until it was as clear as clear water.

Dumbledore reached in and fumbled for a while, pulling out a box under Amosta's gaze, and then, holding the box, walked briskly back to his desk.

"It's--"

When Dumbledore opened the box, the contents exposed to the air, a foul smell caused Amosta's eyes to narrow.

"Ho-ho, you recognize it--"

Dumbledore's silvery beard fluttered, and the fangs in the control box fluttered,

"It's the fangs of that basilisk you subdued"

"Fudge told me that the Ministry of Magic entrusted Mr. Newt Scamander with the care of the basilisk--"

"yes, it's no secret that Twist is my good friend--"

Dumbledore smiled frankly,

"I'm not as good at magic as you are, but I have to make sure I can destroy and find a Horcrux at any time, so I've asked Twist to check if this elderly basilisk has any tooth decay while I'm in the middle of the basilisk's teeth--"

Amosta nodded,

"There is no vanity under the fame, and it seems that Mr. Scamander is indeed very good at dealing with magical beasts."

"Twist is a pure wizard—"

Dumbledore's jaw,

"It's always easier for a person with a pure heart to gain the trust of some magical little creatures, and I'm quite grateful to Salazar Slytherin, if it weren't for the basilisk that left behind, it wouldn't be easy to find a way to safely destroy Tom's Horcrux-

(End of chapter)