Amosta blinked, and for a moment, his mind flowed.

Is it a coincidence that Salazar Slytherin left behind the basilisk to unexpectedly help in destroying the Horcruxes created by his bloodline thousands of years later, or is there some other possibility?

Slytherin is the one of the Big Four who values the purity and heritage of blood, and if he does see some truth in some way a thousand years later, he will not sit idly by, as evidenced by the door in the Slytherin Vault.

At the same time, Slytherin would not sit idly by while someone tarnished the family's glory, and Tom Riddle's actions in the wizarding world were obviously not appreciated by his great ancestors.

"Now, we have another problem -- "

The items on Dumbledore's desk were cleared, only the pendant that had not yet been destroyed lay there quietly, and Amosta, who had already destroyed the two Horcruxes with his own hands, had no special sense of what was about to happen, and he said calmly,

"If we use the basilisk fangs, we may have to open the locket, and the snake fangs can't break through the defensive spell of the Horcrux itself--"

"That's true, fortunately, I have some preparations in advance for this--"

Dumbledore said calmly,

"I've taught Tom and know his style, and from the first time I met him, he showed me his unusual gift from Salazar Slytherin, the Parseltongue, and I don't think he'll miss an opportunity to prove his unusual gift by blood."

Amosta didn't speak, just watched Dumbledore pretend to be B in silence.

At some point, the atmosphere in the office became tense, and the headmasters on the walls held their breath and stared at the locket box on the desk, and an old headmaster from centuries ago pulled out his old eyes from his bosom, wiped them vigorously on his robe, and put them on his nose. If circumstances allow, these principals are eager to step out of their frames.

"So--"

Dumbledore nodded at Amosta, then held out his right hand.

A crisp snap of fingers sounded, an old hiss appeared in the office, and then, with a click, the locket popped open under the gaze of everyone!

Call!

The rooms with closed windows and doors suddenly set off a bad wind, and the bright candlesticks with dozens of candles hanging from the ceiling suddenly dimmed.

Like a river of hell infecting the world!

The moment the lid of the box popped open, streams of rich, bottomless darkness poured out of the box like a flood that broke through the embankment, and those dark magic that seemed to be substance, teeth and claws occupied the dome of the office, wantonly showing self-depravity and evil in mid-air!

In the void, there was a torn and demagogic roar, and in the boiling fog, a hideous face gradually took shape and looked down on the world, like the king of darkness.

Dumbledore and Amosta stood side by side, their movements surprisingly unison—their hands folded under their abdomen, their heads raised and staring solemnly at the incomparable soul fragments in mid-air, two pairs of heterochromatic pupils flickering with strange light.

"I see your heart"

The brutal voice was like the wails of thousands of souls after being devastated and tortured, and its gaze met Dumbledore's insightful gaze in midair, and then the face with a cruel smile froze.

"Really, Tom?"

Dumbledore smiled,

"I always thought no one could understand me--"

The moment Dumbledore's words landed, his blue eyes suddenly became sharp, and in a trance, his suddenly raised body was like a golden moon rising from the junction of the sea and the sky, and the momentum exuded from his body was so fierce that the Horcrux, which did not have much reason to speak of, subconsciously turned his gaze.

"I have insight into all your desires"

Invisibly, there seemed to be a force that interfered with the stability of Voldemort's soul fragment, and the hideous face condensed by the black cloud trembled violently, and it was eager to absorb the darkness of human nature to strengthen itself, so it bet its evil gaze on Amosta Bryne, and whispered.

"The cowardly who is dominated by the fear of death--"

Amosta snorted coldly,

"How dare you say what my heart desires?"

In the next moment, Amosta's eyes shone brightly, and a powerful magic power comparable to Dumbledore's body erupted from his thin body, and the world turned, Dumbledore, Amosta, and the escaped soul fragments in the locket left the office at the same time and appeared in an illusory space!

This space is boundless, similar to the high-dimensional space that wizards briefly stay in when they are apparitioned, surrounded by chaotic and indescribable spatial turbulence, Amosta and Dumbledore, one with a cold face, the other with a solemn expression, and the two of them standing on one side.

Bang!

Just when Voldemort's Horcruxes were restless, Dumbledore and Amosta's breath swelled at the same time, and the magic power of gold and purple like flames surged out from their bodies, pulling and intertwining to form a web covering the sky in the void, and the roaring soul fragments were imprisoned in a closed space and could not be separated.

The surrounding spatial turbulence that rises and falls like the tide of the sea seems to have encountered three massive celestial bodies, constantly impacting the magic grid of the Forbidden Horcrux with a more chaotic trajectory than just now!

Soul fragments rushed left and right in the spherical mana net, and each roaring impact distorted the mana net, but they could never break through.

Under the magic oppression of Dumbledore and Amosta, two wizards who can be called the leading wizards in the wizarding world today, Voldemort's soul fragments have never collapsed due to the special properties of Horcruxes.

"Amosta--"

Dumbledore's old voice reached Amosta's ears precisely in the chaotic space, and Amosta, who was signaled, nodded slightly, he raised his right hand and beckoned to the empty space except for turbulence, and a miniature hurricane wrapped around the basilisk's fangs suddenly appeared.

As if sensing that something capable of destroying itself finally appeared, the imprisoned soul fragments completely fell into madness, and the big face suddenly disintegrated, turning into hundreds of meteor-like black streams, frantically impacting the purple-gold web of magic from all directions.

Amosta narrowed his eyes, and all the scurried tracks of the black clouds dragging the tail flame left a clear reflection in his eyes, and after a brief moment of discernment, he locked onto one of them.

The index finger hooked, the basilisk fangs trembled and hummed heavily, and then, with the momentum of a comet hitting the earth, it crashed into the black drifting cloud!

Bite!

In an instant, a crisp and pleasant sound resounded through this illusory space, and then later, the groundbreaking light rolled upside down, melting everything in the horizon, and also eliminating the unwilling and fearful roar!

Amosta had already left, and before leaving, he offered to take the Ravenclaw crown and Slytherin locket box he had found, and after a short thought, Dumbledore agreed to Amosta's request, only making one request - not to sell them for money.

"Albus--"

The Headmaster's office, which was shrouded in an inexplicable atmosphere, was silent for a long time, and finally, the former Headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Duppet, spoke, he stared at Dumbledore, who was sitting in his seat, took off his glasses, and gently rubbed his eyebrows, and asked solemnly,

"You've made up your mind to change your mind, don't you, I mean, Jean Amosta Blaine."

"All the while, I was looking for some safe way to deal with Tom's problem."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, looked up at the dome, and said expressionlessly,

"We all know that maybe I can crush Tom in a duel, but that doesn't solve the problem, and Horcruxes are just one of the problems. As long as I'm alive, Tom won't let his guard down, he'll always hide in the shadows and use his intrigues to plunge the wizarding world into long-term chaos, plus Harry and Tom's soul connection. Anyway, I'm getting weaker and weaker, and time is on Tom's side. ”

"But Amosta Blaine."

Principal Dippet hit the nail on the head,

"I don't deny that this young man is powerful, Albus, and in time he may indeed be able to reach the heights you once had, but you know very well that if you let him do it, the wizarding world will be in a terrible war."

There was a long silence, and Dumbledore sighed inexplicably

"It's never inevitable"

(End of chapter)