Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 308 Horcruxes and Unexpected Visitors—Damn it, why is it him?

"Of course. We'd better go to my office, Hera, I have something to ask you. I heard from friends in the Ministry of Magic that NO.12 Grimmauld Place is under your name now?" Dumbledore's words made Hera's face change, but fortunately, his back was facing Dumbledore, which allowed him to disguise himself well.

"I think so. It was in the summer of 1992 that I reached a deal with Black. Of course, it has nothing to do with the mistakes he made later." Hera turned around and explained to Dumbledore patiently.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Of course I believe you have nothing to do with him. I have something I want to discuss with you. How about we go to my office and have a drink together? I recently got some chestnut wine, I think you will like them."

Principal's room.

"Mr. Principal, I really have nothing to do with Black. I just reached a deal with him. In exchange, he gave me Black's old house." Hera tried to defend himself. He still didn't know why the Ministry of Magic would notice that the ownership of Black's old house had changed.Maybe this is magic.

"Actually, I didn't suspect you." Dumbledore sat on the chair, he looked very happy, because there was an open bottle of honey chestnut wine in front of him.This scene was indescribably weird to him, he had always been a teetotaler. "Probably because of Tom's affairs, I have to take some measures, but I believe I won't drink too much."

"Of course." Hera raised her eyebrows, took a sip of the honey chestnut wine, then frowned tightly, looking at the bottle in her hand in disbelief, "Isn't this too sweet?"

"Oh, I need something sweet to make our lives less bitter. You understand that?" Dumbledore shook the bottle.

Hera smiled wryly, "Of course, I'm just worried that Madam Pomfrey will lose her temper. The presence of that alcoholic Professor Trelawney in the castle is enough to make her angry."

"Oh, I will persuade Sybil." Dumbledore paused, and he put the bottle on the table, "I asked you to come here today, not just to taste the chestnut wine."

Hera nodded, and Dumbledore continued.

"In the past, during Voldemort's strongest and darkest period, I once formed a small group with some like-minded people. We secretly resisted Voldemort. We were composed of some people who didn't quite fit together, didn't look like heroes, and were unknown, but most of them were brave and fearless people." Dumbledore glanced at Hera. "I think it's time to restart the summoning partners, but I have been thinking about where should our secret base be placed?"

After finishing speaking, his pupils fixed on Hera, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Hera and Dumbledore looked at each other for a few seconds, and he set off. He got up and took a roll of parchment from Dumbledore's desk, and lowered his head to write a few words on it.Then hand it to Dumbledore.

Seeing the above text, Dumbledore laughed happily, "Haha, I knew you must understand what I mean. Trust us, we won't mess it up."

"It doesn't matter, everything is for victory." Hera said expressionlessly.

"Then, I want to show you this." Dumbledore took out a diary from the table, and Hera could easily tell that it was Tom Riddle's diary that he personally destroyed two years ago.

"Oh, it's a Horcrux, I think we figured it all out," Hera said.

"Although I didn't see Riddle appearing from the diary, what you described to me was a phenomenon I had never seen before. And based on your judgment, I also tend to think that it is a Horcrux. But this raises more questions. What interests me and shocks me the most is that this diary was once used as both a protective device and a weapon."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"It functions as a horcrux—in other words, the piece of soul hidden within is safe, and does function to help its owner avoid death. But Riddle no doubt hopes that someone will read that diary, that he that piece of his soul to attach to someone else in order to unleash the Slytherin monster."

"Well, he didn't want his efforts to go to waste," Hera said. "He wanted people to know he was the heir of Slytherin, because he wasn't given the title. Or maybe—he didn't know his Horcrux was working?"

"Quite right," said Dumbledore, nodding. "If he wanted the diary to be passed on or rooted in some future Hogwarts student, he was very careless about the precious soul fragments inside. The purpose of a Horcrux, as I think you know, is to keep a part of one's soul safely sealed away, rather than tossed into someone else's way and risk being wiped out - which actually happened: the piece of soul no longer exists, as you saw."

"Or—" Hera obviously realized what Dumbledore meant. Voldemort definitely made more than one Horcrux. Dumbledore nodded and continued:
"Voldemort's carelessness with this Horcrux strikes me as highly ominous. It means he may have already made - or planned to make more Horcruxes, so losing one wouldn't be so dangerous. I hate to believe that, but no other explanation seems to make sense."

"What if he didn't know that it was the Horcrux that brought him back from the dead? I think he must have made many attempts to live forever, and he probably didn't know which method worked." Hera thought for a while and gave this conjecture.

silence.Dumbledore also frowned and fell silent. Neither of them spoke. Dumbledore was simulating Voldemort's way of thinking to guess his actions.

"Perhaps you're right," said Dumbledore with a smile on his face, "but that means—we've got the upper hand."

"And, from your recollection, the night Voldemort came back to life, he said a startling statement to the Death Eaters: 'I, the farthest one has gone on the road to life.' We've all heard that, and the Death Eaters don't know what it means, but I think I know what it means. He's referring to his Horcruxes, multiple Horcruxes, Hera. I don't believe any other wizard has ever had one. But all the signs fit - Voldemort seems to have grown less and less human over the years, I I suppose that metamorphosis can only be explained by the destruction of his soul beyond what we can call ordinary evil."

"To divide the soul, you need a Killing Curse." Hera's face became ugly, "Then we don't even know how many Horcruxes he made, in case he makes one every time he kills people."

"Oh, no, it won't." Dumbledore said in shock, "He has no way to cut his soul endlessly. I have reason to believe that every time the soul is cut, he will cause irreparable trauma to him, and the number of Horcruxes must be certain. We just need-"

"Find them and destroy them. Then we can kill Voldemort?" Hera replied quickly.

"Yes."

"Then do you have any clues?" Hera put her arms on the table.

"Time is too tight, Hera." Dumbledore sighed, "It's only a few days since Voldemort's return, and I haven't even been able to recover from the shock of his resurrection. I don't have any clues yet. They could be anything, maybe an old tin can or an empty medicine bottle that is inconspicuous by the side of the road. Indifferently, he couldn't use this kind of thing to preserve his precious soul. Voldemort likes to collect souvenirs. He likes things with powerful magic and historical significance. His pride, his sense of superiority, His determination to claim an astonishing place in the history of magic makes me think that Voldemort would be selective about his Horcruxes, preferring those worthy of that honor."

"The diary is not that special." Hera's voice was very low.

"You said just now that the diary would prove he was the heir of Slytherin, and I'm sure Voldemort thought it was of great significance."

"So, what guess do you have?" Hera held his chin and folded his hands on his chest. To be honest, he had never imagined this kind of guess before.Soul cutting was too risky, and the pain involved would drive people crazy, not to mention they didn't know how many times Voldemort had done it.

Perhaps this is why he became particularly tyrannical in the later stages of Voldemort's reign, and he also appeared a little mentally abnormal after his resurrection.

"I think the content of today's conversation is enough to make you think, Hera, you'd better go back to Grimaud 12, and I will inform the others of the meeting place as soon as possible. I think they will arrive today."

"No problem, Professor, I think I need to clean up a bit earlier, and you don't mind if I pick up Cowper?"

"Not at all."

Leaving Dumbledore's office, Hera felt a little heavy. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that Dumbledore's side was not sure of winning.But Voldemort's side didn't seem to be strong enough, at least as long as Voldemort didn't change his wand, he would never be able to kill Harry.

It looked like a stalemate, but all Hera knew was that he'd better be careful enough.No matter which side found out his tell, he would end badly.

However, as long as he fights on the right side in the end, he will be the hero of the war. He no longer has to endure the pointing eyes of others, and his descendants can also face everyone with their chests upright.Because they just say, 'Look!That's Mr. Strange's son! '

"I hope everything can end as soon as possible. No matter which side wins." Hera murmured.He returned to Black's old house at 12 Grimmauld Place.

He walked up the battered stone steps, the black paint peeling off the gate, scratched left and right, and the place hadn't been visited for almost a year.Pushing open the door, there was a damp and dusty smell coming from inside, followed by strong dust. The furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust, and Cowper started cleaning it almost as soon as he entered the room.

As a house-elf, he couldn't even stand such a messy room in the world.

It cleared out the sofa in the living room first, let Hera sit down, and then was busy upstairs.

"Ms. Black, I think you should already know that I'm back." Hera lifted the velvet curtain covered with insect eyes, and the portrait was an old lady wearing a black hat.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Lestrange, good afternoon. It's a pleasure to see you again on such a day." She looked polite, but she still had the same madness as when she first met Hera.

"Very well, I have to tell you one thing. This place has been requisitioned by Dumbledore. You'd better keep your mouth shut. This is all Lord Dark Lord's plan. If you destroy his plan, you know?" Hera did not hesitate to use Voldemort's name to bluff the old lady. In fact, it was even a little too much.

Mrs. Black nodded and smiled and agreed, "I understand, I understand everything."

"I don't want you to be the only one who understands. It's better to let others know what to do." Hera glanced at the portrait next to her, and even they couldn't continue pretending to be asleep.

"No problem, sir, leave it to me." Mrs. Black squeezed out a big smile, and her wrinkles were crowded together, which made her look extraordinarily scary.

Hera snapped her fingers, "That would be the best, they will most likely come here today, and you don't have much time left, think carefully about what to do."

After speaking, Hera sat down on the sofa. He kept thinking about the situation at hand. It seemed that both sides of the confrontation had huge advantages, but he always felt that he had forgotten something.So he gave up thinking altogether, and he pulled out the wand that Dumbledore had handed him, which he hadn't had time to figure out yet.

This elder wand was particularly comfortable for him, without any feeling of blockage before.Especially when he used the Imperius Curse to control Krum, he could even feel a burst of joy in the wand.

This is totally unreasonable.If it were Hera's own wand, he could not even use the black magic, but with this wand, everything has changed.

"Power." He fondled the shaft of his wand obsessively, feeling the elderberry rub against his palm.

Boom boom boom!
"Cowper!" Hera yelled upstairs. He knew that the 'partner' that Dumbledore had said was coming. He quickly hid his wand in his pocket, straightened his robe and cloak, got up and walked towards the door.

The door opened to reveal a witch with a pale, heart-shaped face, a pair of sparkling black glasses, and short, spiked hair a vivid violet.

"Hello, I believe you must be Senior Lestrange. I met you when I was in school, but you probably don't remember me anymore. I was only about this tall at that time." She gestured for a height, which was about her waist. "Afterwards I graduated from Hogwarts, and when I heard that you were returning to teach at Hogwarts, I almost died of joy. Oh, by the way, can you help me?"

It was only then that Hera noticed that there was a wheelchair behind her, and there was a figure he hadn't expected sitting on it.
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