Chapter 897 ? Why Are You Looking at Me Like That?

"I have to say that Draco is really lucky, but you misunderstood, Pansy." Alan shook his head with a smile and lowered his head, "I'm asking you about the urgency of things, and when you're considering which one to choose. way to save him."

"Huh? Alan, are you saying that you can not only have several methods?" Pan Xi couldn't believe her ears, the sword of Damocles hanging above her head actually had many ways to solve it...

"Pansy, I told you, you should have come to tell my brother earlier..." Emily said in a ostentatious tone, "My brother knows everything since he was a child, and he can answer my questions that no one else in the family can answer!"

Allen found that his smart sister didn't realize it. When he was a child, it was just that other people in the family were annoyed by her questions and didn't answer her. He touched his nose in embarrassment and turned to Pan Xi: "If your father decides to surrender, the best It's easy to solve, let him make an appointment and I will pick him up, you know I have many ways to avoid the restrictions of the anti-apparition area; but if your father's attitude is like this, maybe you should treat your professor more Believe me, I can break into Tom's lair and bring your father back without the help of Aurors... But this is not a very safe and secure way for your father, so I plan to try to use Ravenclaw first Some stylistic ways... I will go directly to rob people as a last resort, you can first report the disappearing cabinet has successfully repaired this matter, report the current situation in Britain to the Dark Lord in detail, and then use this matter to give you and Your father buys some time..."

Both Pansy and Emily looked confused.

Seeing the confusion of the two girls, Allen continued to explain, "You can tell him about the dispute between me and Dumbledore at the school opening banquet; tell him about the growing discord between me and Dumbledore; After the cooperation between Harris and the Ravenclaw Temple, those pure-blood families planned to join Dumbledore in boycotting the Harris family and report to Tom in detail—if the Dark Lord still has a trace of the Dark Lord, he should be sane , he would not want to simply expose the disappearing cabinet that was originally used as a small means of punishing you, but continue to lie dormant. After a more intense conflict broke out between me and Dumbledore, the two of us failed. The other party must leave Hogwarts, and when the time comes... the usefulness of the Vanishing Cabinet will be far greater than the benefits that a doomed assassination can bring to him... He will naturally carry out another plan."

I got a solution from Ellen. The decency and stubbornness I had been holding on to since the summer vacation collapsed instantly. Pansy sat slumped on the ground. She raised her head and closed her eyes. Two big teardrops oozed out from under her eyelids. , she panted with her mouth wide open, like a fish about to dry up and die, getting oxygen again.

"Of course, the premise of all this depends on Tom's sanity. You have to know that his recent state is probably worse than before..." Allen reminded, "But don't worry, if he still lets you continue to assassinate, I will kill you." Just go and get your father back."

When Pan Xi was a little calm, Emily stretched out her hand, trying to help Pan Xi up, but was hugged back by the other side, and then she heard some inarticulate words of gratitude from the other side.

"Pansy, I'm glad you made the right choice. Although you can't come to my class until your father is rescued, as your professor, you can't let your class go. I'll give you a textbook first. , I will give you the same thing as Draco in the course, and ask him if you don’t understand anything. In addition, you have used Occlumency much better recently than when you started school, but remember to keep it up at all times... You will know later These things are no longer a big deal to you after your strength has been improved." Allen said with a sanctimonious look at this time, "Oh,

Well, you're strangling my sweet bear and she's about to turn into a dead bear. You tell Emily your size, and the ancient magic class robes are also given to you and Amy who is not yet old enough to take electives. One for Millie, as a gift for your Quidditch victory, to wear when no one is around... eh? What are you looking at me for? Do you think I could have known about your assassination plan but not found out that your girl likes this dress? "

At this time, the principal's room.

Dumbledore tilted the small transparent glass bottle with Slughorn's memory, and the memory inside fell into the Pensieve. The pensieve glowed with dots of light, and black memories hovered in it. They plunged again into Slughorn's memory.

Harry found that the previous part of the memory was the same as the memory provided by Slughorn the last time he saw it, until the Horcrux was mentioned.

"I was in the restricted section of the library one night...and read some material about some kind of rare magic. I thought you might be able to point me to it." Riddle approached Slughorn, "If I remember correctly, that thing is called ...horcruxes."

"Soul energy is a kind of container, which hides a person's soul." Unlike the way Slughorn interrupted Tom in the last memory, Slughorn answered Tom Riley this time. Question from Del's mystery man.

"But I can't figure out how to do it, Professor." Tom Riddle approached Slughorn.

"Split a part of the soul and hide it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he is still protected, and the hidden part of the soul will survive. In other words-people with Horcruxes cannot be killed Really kill." Slughorn's tone was serious, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together.

Riddle's hunger was obvious now, and his greedy expression could no longer hide his desire. He turned and walked towards the nearby fireplace so that Slughorn wouldn't notice the change in his expression, and he controlled his voice carefully, but Harry could feel his excitement, "Then what does it take to split the soul, Professor ?”

"I think you already know the answer, Tom." Slughorn looked a little uneasy.

Tom Riddle's voice sounded particularly calm: "Kill."

"Yes, killing is one of the ways that souls can be separated, which is a violation of the laws of nature." Slughorn shook his head like an elephant annoyed by mosquitoes, "But you have to know how to make Horcruxes method, otherwise killing is just killing and has nothing to do with your soul."

"Can the soul be divided only once? For example, can it be divided into seven times?" Riddle's voice sounded as if it was just out of curiosity.

"Seven times?" Slughorn looked very disturbed, staring at Riddle as if he hadn't seen him clearly before. "Seven times! Merlin's beard, isn't it terrible enough to kill a man? If the soul is divided into Seven...those are just hypotheses, aren't they, Tom? Purely academic."

Tom Riddle took two steps forward, and when he turned around again, he looked very polite and gentlemanly. He said soothingly, "That's natural, professor. Just treat it as a little secret between us."

The memory ended here, and it turned into black mist again as if it collapsed.

"Professor." As soon as Harry landed on the floor of the office, Harry couldn't wait to ask the question in his heart, "Do you think Voldemort has succeeded?"

"Yes, he succeeded. You should recall that he didn't just make a..." Dumbledore's tone was very solemn, and he staggered back, "Maybe Horace was killed by Tom." The question is frightening, maybe he thinks that according to Tom's knowledge, he can only know the disadvantages of splitting the soul too many times, which makes him not warn about this behavior, and Tom is actually not clear about the times-he may be clear later, But he doesn't care either."

Dumbledore took off the ring on his hand, and the ring rolled around on the table a few times, and he took out a scorched diary from the drawer and put it on the table: "This confirms my idea."

"Tom Riddle's diary." Harry didn't continue, he looked down at the ring on the table, "Including this, two Horcruxes have been destroyed."

"That's right, this is one of his horcruxes. Four years ago, Allen destroyed this horcrux with the teeth of the basilisk." Dumbledore held the scorched notebook, "I knew at that time that this kind of magic was not good enough. Generally, very evil is very powerful, but I didn't know how strong it was until later, and Horace's memory tonight confirmed what Alan and I thought."

"Does Alan know that there are multiple Horcruxes? Does he know that two of them were destroyed?" Harry was a little puzzled. He originally planned to run to Alan to tell Alan so that he could prepare.

"Many people think that I seem to know everything, but in fact I don't." Dumbledore responded to Harry with a lack of expression and seemed to be caught in his own thoughts, "For example, Alan knows a lot of things that I don't—but More than two, as far as I know Aaron Harris destroyed some."

"But if someone can find all those Horcruxes and destroy them..." Harry said impatiently.

"Whoever can destroy Voldemort." Dumbledore raised his scorched withered hand and said, "Marvolo's ring, a terrible curse, these Horcruxes of his are extremely difficult to find, and are set with various traps. "

"Professor, why don't you try your hand at the Ravenclaw temple?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's hand very worried, "I mean, that temple seems to be good at cursing, and Alan seems to be compatible with the curse." They have a close relationship and Ms Gray has always had a good relationship with them."

"Don't worry about Harry, Professor Snape and myself should be able to treat it, and at my age, it is already difficult for me to accept some new affairs, no matter which way it is, it will waste a lot of time..." Dumbledore Give Harry a reassuring smile, "We've got to spend our time and energy on our primary purpose and not on me, a bad old man."

"But how to find it? He could have hidden these anywhere." Harry didn't try to persuade him anymore. He was a little annoyed at the time it took him to find the memory, and thought that Dumbledore could solve the problem faster if he was quicker. Go to heal with peace of mind.

"That's right, but black magic, especially black magic like Horcruxes..." Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, Harry's finger touched the ring on the table.

As soon as it was touched, the ring brought back those horrible memories deep in Harry's heart, triggering a pain in his lightning scar - the image of Voldemort screaming in his youth, Tom Riddle in the orphanage Staring at the appearance of the postcard stuck to the pipe on the wall, Voldemort's pale face after his rebirth... quickly flashed in Harry's mind.

The ring spun quickly on the table like a top, then slowly slowed down and fell back onto the table. Dumbledore's eyes followed the ring as well.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head uneasily. When he opened them, he was in a daze for a moment, and only adjusted after meeting Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses.

"...will leave traces." Dumbledore spat out what he had just said, and he came around from behind the headmaster's desk to face Harry. "And, I think I may have found another one. But this time I didn't You can't destroy it alone."

Dumbledore's beard and hair were white, and the beard tied into a strand on his chin swayed slightly as he walked. Dumbledore looked pale and haggard, and he smiled apologetically at Harry, "Harry, I'm asking too much of you this time."