Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 223 Horace Slughorn
"Salazar Ravenclaw gave Riddle many memories of his time, but these are still too one-sided."

In the dormitory he remodeled in the church, He Gang sat down at the desk, frowning.

This world is much more dangerous and weird than he imagined.

The wizards, Muggles and even all the magical creatures here, their positioning is just barely reaching the level of low magic and low martial arts.

But the thing that came to the world twice and was worshiped by the Ravenclaw family...

Obviously at least something on the level of the Grim Reaper.

And judging from the missions released by the system not long ago, it is estimated that it will be difficult for the God of Death to deal with these weird things that are rampant in the entire parallel world in a short time.

Now they are at a loss.

"Go somewhere."

Dumbledore pushed the door in from the outside, he didn't knock on the door, with a lunch box in his hand,

"Eat something before this. I went back to Hogwarts and asked the house elves to make it."

"Anything good?"

“German style sauerkraut braised pork knuckle.”

"Uh... anything else?"

"Alpine mashed potatoes with mandarin fish, and looking up at the starry sky...but I brought those things from Wesletto, so I guess you don't like them very much."

In He Gang's mind, a Northeast pancake filled with dead fish heads appeared.

He couldn't help but shiver again.

This dark dish is famous far and wide, and even has a little story.In the story, a devil came to the rathole port in Cornwall, the devil found that the local people will make any ingredients into pies, especially the stargazing pie filled with fish heads is very strange, and people can do it without hesitation The devil decided to eat it, so the devil decided to escape from here before the locals planned to make a "devil pie" to eat.

"Forget it, let's stew the pork knuckle."

Without hesitation, compared to the food produced in the English countryside ports, such as looking up at the starry sky and eel jelly, which are hard for Chinese to look at, German things are more normal.

At least they don't stuff undercooked sausages into pickles.

I happened to be a little hungry too.

The two of them sat down at the desk, and while they were devouring, they discussed the difficulties they had to overcome recently.

"You have to use your hands to eat elbows, but you can't use a fork."

He Gang wiped the oil on the curtain of the sofa.

After using those potions bought from the system store, Dumbledore's age was the same as that of Tom Riddle, returning from old age to the golden age of around 40 years old.

Vibrant and full of vitality.

He also wiped the oil from his hands on the curtain.

"where to?"

"Well... come with me."

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and asked He Gang to hold the end of the wand.

For a long while, nothing happened.

"Apparition seems to be forbidden here."

He Gang scratched his head.

Although the property panel of the church created by the Filth Cross does not have an entry prohibiting magic, it is true that no spells can be used here.

Except for the Patronus Charm.

So they had no choice but to move from the Forbidden Forest outside.

He Gang said: "When the time comes, I plan to capture a group of fire dragons and bring them back there. I think these dragons have a certain degree of rationality and can carry out simple communication. If they can be raised and trained in an organized manner, they may be able to form a very useful army. army."

Dumbledore said: "As for dragons... there may be more in Northern Europe and North Africa. There are also settlements specially established by the French Ministry of Magic on the Madagascar Islands, and in China... but many dragons in China are almost extinct. Some groups are left with only a few castrated poultry that are mass-raised for gluttony."

He Gang said again: "What about the giant?"

"The giants are okay, but although they are classified as human beings, their sanity is very low and they are extremely unstable. If they go there... maybe they will all become filthy in two days."

He Gang curled his lips when he heard the words: "Forget it then."

Although it is absolutely safe near the peak of Glaaki, there will be no risk of being infected and defiled, but He Gang wants these magical creatures not to decorate his zoo, but to fight against filth with real knives and guns .

"Where is this?"

They have reached their destination.

Here is a small town covered by ice and snow.

But it doesn't look that far away from Hogwarts, and you can even see the tip of the castle in the distance.

Hogwarts can be seen here, indicating that it is at least a gathering place for wizards.

There are not many such gathering places in the world, because ordinary people are usually afraid of wizards.

And fear often breeds violence.

"Hogsmeade."

Dumbledore said,
"Horace Slughorn should be here during this time. He likes sweets very much, and the recent collapse of order in the Ministry of Magic due to the mysterious fall of Voldemort and the sudden death of Death Eaters has seriously affected the teaching of Hogwarts. It's temporarily at a standstill, and many students have gone home, worried about the rise of some more powerful dark wizard or something."

Before He Gang and the others arrived, the entire Ministry of Magic had been infiltrated.

Death Eaters occupied important positions in various government departments of the Ministry of Magic. After the incident, the entire British wizarding world was actually in a state of collapse.

Many pure-blood wizards in the middle class even thought that the end was coming because they had little contact with Muggles.

"Horace Slughorn?"

He Gang repeated the name taboo.

He is currently the Potions Professor at Hogwarts.

He was a bald old man as fat as a giant walrus, with protruding eyes and a silver beard as thick as a walrus.

He is pleasure-seeking and vain in character, but he is not a bad person in his heart.He loves being around famous people, successful people, important people and really enjoys being able to influence these people.

He Gang seized the time to find Rowling in his friend list, and then sent the name.

Even if there was a period of surprise study before coming to the dungeon world, this insignificant supporting role, He Gang, really didn't pay much attention.

Soon, there was a message over there.

Very long.

But mostly useless.

Until He Gang saw one of the paragraphs——

[Horace Slughorn was once the head of Slytherin. He knew the secret of the Horcrux and told his favorite student Tom Riddle the in-depth knowledge, causing an irreparable mistake. Later, he He regrets this very much, but has been trying to cover up the mistakes he made. 】

"Can you make Horcruxes?"

He Gang suddenly asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said:
"I won't. In fact, even the most evil forbidden books do not record the manufacturing method of this kind of prop. Many wizards don't even know this term, or they know it but only regard it as a legend."

He looked into He Gang's eyes.

Obviously, both of them guessed something.

Horace Slughorn...

Could it be Hai Erbo, who has lived for more than ten centuries by relying on Horcruxes time and time again?

(End of this chapter)