Chapter 308 Obtaining Runes

"They have a tough mouth, right?" Fudge said to Brian after the trial. "They are stubborn and unrepentant..."

This trial obviously did not yield any valuable information.

"Yes, the fear of the Dark Lord is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and his followers are often the ones who are more afraid of him." Brian said softly.

They walked toward the courtroom.

"But the future is bright, right?" Fudge coughed lightly, "If the mysterious man is defeated once, there will be a second time, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case, Connelly." Brian looked at him deeply, "Let's not say that Voldemort and I are just the same. What I want to say is that Voldemort is not our only enemy."

"What?" Fudge shuddered and touched the top of his head involuntarily.

"You should know, right?" Brian said calmly, "Why were only some Death Eaters taken away in last night's prison break?"

"Perhaps they were abandoned..." Fudge said bravely, "It was too late to take them away..."

"They shouldn't be the ones abandoned," Brian said. "The ones left behind are Voldemort's true loyalists."

"It could be... a factional fight among the Death Eaters, that's right." Fudge said with his usual ostrich mentality, telling lies with his eyes wide open.

"In fact, I got a piece of information." Brian looked at Fudge. "I tried to break into the Death Eaters and attended two of their small gatherings. I got this information from them as expected."

"Voldemort has a collaborator who is as powerful as him." Brian said calmly. "Years ago, he participated in Voldemort's resurrection plan and was also present on the day Voldemort returned..."

"That's impossible!" Fudge almost screamed, "It's impossible for someone like the mysterious man to suddenly appear!"

"Am I not an example?" Brian asked, "The world is so big, there is no shortage of geniuses and adventures."

Fudge's eyebrows twitched anxiously, looking distraught.

"But..." Brian said in a slightly protracted tone, "Obviously, judging from what happened last night, Voldemort's collaborator is not of the same mind as him."

"But there is no doubt that he is also our enemy." Brian continued, "Otherwise, he should choose to cooperate with Dumbledore instead of helping Voldemort resurrect."

Cold sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead, and he looked at Brian as if he wanted to eat him up.

"I just want to tell you that the future is not as optimistic as you think." Brian said softly, "To verify whether what I said is true or false, you can interrogate those Death Eaters. I think some of them must know this. People who do things.”

Brian had covered up the memories of himself in those people's minds in advance. If they were questioned about this matter, they would only answer that there was indeed such a person, pointing the clues to Brian's prepared identity in advance.

Seeing Fudge stepping onto the elevator in a daze and messy steps, Brian blinked and turned back to the Department of Mysteries.

…

In the following period, the magic world returned to calm.

Voldemort, who escaped that night, lost all news and did not even summon the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark. No one knew where he was hiding.

It is always unpleasant to have an enemy hiding in the dark, but with the operation of Mr. Foley and Mr. Malfoy who escaped from prison, more and more Death Eaters began to turn to their side, and they secretly reached an agreement. .

Mr. Foley and Mr. Malfoy are both people who are good at grasping people's hearts. Although they seem to be unstable in their stance, they are very good at distinguishing friends from enemies and winning people's hearts. They also keep confidentiality very strictly.

Brian just asked these people to sign their names on the "Book of Secrets" he created and let them develop. But this strange oath of keeping secrets gave them more confidence and their loyalty level reached a higher level.

In the blink of an eye, time has advanced to May 15th.

Brian returned to Hogwarts and looked at the students coming and going on campus. They were either worried about exams or chatting and laughing energetically. Brian felt out of place with them.

He came to the door of the principal's office, faced the stone monster, pondered for a moment and said, "Hello, please knock on the door for me?"

The stone monster glanced sideways at Brian, then closed his eyes again, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him. After a few seconds, it suddenly jumped to the side, revealing the passage behind it.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall." Brian walked into the principal's office and said quietly and gently.

The office has changed. The strange silverware on the table has been put away, and Fox's golden perch has disappeared. The thin-legged tables were replaced with several bookshelves, desks, and sofas, all meticulously organized.

This place already belongs to Professor McGonagall, and she has put her own distinct stamp on this office.

On the wall behind, Dumbledore's portrait was sleeping in his own frame, his face calm and peaceful.

Professor McGonagall was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk, looking at him seriously.

"Good afternoon, Foley," she replied. "Any questions?"

"Professor McGonagall, I would like to borrow the Sorting Hat for use." Brian said sincerely, "I will return it tonight."

Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly and said, "You know, the Sorting Hat is a very important relic and cannot be damaged."

"Of course, I won't damage it, it's just a private matter." Brian said very politely.

"This is against the rules." Professor McGonagall stood up and took out the Sorting Hat from the shelf, "But...as a reward for your behavior that day, it's not impossible to make an exception."

"Thank you, Professor." Brian took the Sorting Hat from Professor McGonagall, and seemed to have returned to the day of sorting.

"Then I'll take my leave, Professor." Brian said.

Professor McGonagall nodded her chin slightly and looked down at a large pile of parchment.

Brian walked out of the principal's office, and the sky outside was gradually getting dark. He walked along the familiar road towards the Astronomy Tower. The Sorting Hat in his hand was held by the tip, dangling in the air.

He climbed to the top of the astronomical tower again, where the damage caused by the battle had been repaired and restored. The starry sky above us was bright and bright, as if we were back to that night again.

Brian sighed softly, put the Sorting Hat on the floor, then rummaged through his bag and took out a gorgeous and bright locket, a small and exquisite gold cup, and an exquisite and graceful crown.

He looked up at the sky, and the wand slipped out of his sleeve. A ball of scorching and restless purple fire burst out from the tip of the wand, turning into a small phoenix, and pounced on the gold cup and crown with its fangs and claws.

Under the terrible threat, the golden cup and crown trembled, and traces of black energy came out of it, converging into a ferocious snake face like Voldemort, and hissing evil voices howled.

"I saw your fear, your resentment, your unwillingness... You are a cowardly, selfish and ruthless coward."

Brian's expression did not change at all. Li Fire Phoenix flew towards the two Horcruxes with determination, spreading its wings of flame.

"Admit it, you will always push everything to a more desperate ending... Your survival in the world will only bring pain, sadness, anger, fear and despair to others..."

The fierce fire phoenix wrapped around the two Horcruxes, and the snake face let out a shrill howl, and it was still hissing and taunting.

"I'm waiting for you to lose everything and die in pain and despair..."

The hissing howl faded into nothingness, and the black mist snake's face was burned into thin traces of black mist. The golden cup and crown made a buzzing tremor, and silently cracked tiny cracks. A wisp of black smoke emerged from the crack, seeming to carry a shrill scream from the abyss.

Brian extinguished the fire, checked the two still hot Horcruxes, and placed them on the ground.

Next, he placed the four things in specific positions according to the directions of the stars, looked up at the sky, and waited for the time to come.

At 8:15, Brian suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at four things with his wand, and recited a long and difficult to pronounce incantation.

A hazy light emanates from the four items, seemingly echoing the starry sky. The radiance gradually gathered together, condensing ancient runes in the air, rippling slightly like water waves.

Brian quickly prepared the parchment and quill, and rubbed all the runes.

After about a minute or so, the runes in the air quickly disappeared, and the four items returned to their original state. Brian looked at the newly obtained runes and compared them with the runes obtained from the Death Sect.

"There's still a part missing..." Brian sighed, "the part about 'death'."

"Looks like I still have to find Merlin." He thought helplessly.

After packing his things into his bag with a slight regret, Brian picked up the Sorting Hat, paused, and put it on his head.

"I felt like I was almost ripped out just now, kid." A small voice said in Brian's ear, with a sense of pride in his voice, "I've seen it all, tell me how you want to make up for me?"

Brian silently pulled the sorting hat off his head and looked at the dirty hat critically, as if he was seriously thinking about how to destroy the corpse.

"Don't...don't be impulsive..." said the Sorting Hat with a small mouth-like slit on it.

Brian raised his wand and pointed it at it, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Clean it up!"

The hat screamed, and the dust that had accumulated on it for a thousand years was instantly cleared away, revealing its original gray-black color.

The Sorting Hat collapsed, as if it had lost all its dreams and hopes.

Brian nodded with satisfaction, he had wanted to do this for a long time.