Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 280 The Banquet of the Magicians Association (for Subscription)

The moonlight quietly approached the sky of Rome, and dots of starlight also hung on the curtain of the night sky, silently watching this city chosen by God.

But for the Muggles, it was already late at night, and the whole city seemed to have fallen asleep, silent without any sound.

However, it is much more lively in the underground depths of this quiet city. The Europa Association for the History of Magic is holding a grand banquet.

Since last year's big discovery and some recent new discoveries, the Association for the History of Magic has suddenly found some sense of presence in the European magic world. At least there is no shortage of money for arranging the banquet.

Ash was also standing among these people at this time, and he was quietly observing the visiting guests. Unfortunately... Ash felt that he hadn't found any suitable target.

These old men and reporters have no rich souls, nor are they worth talking about.

But soon, Ash found an acquaintance. Dumbledore in a purple robe slowly walked into the hall, surrounded by people who were chatting with him.

But looking at Dumbledore's appearance, he seemed to be searching for someone...

It's not you, is it?

Ash thought about the Horcrux... He suspected that Dumbledore should have known about his trial of the Horcrux, but he didn't have any fear, and he didn't even feel guilty. Gewartz considered.

It should be like this...

Thinking about it, Dumbledore found Ash's figure, and he walked slowly beside Ash and said, "Good evening, Ash."

His blue eyes looked at Ash calmly, and then slowly said: "You did something you shouldn't do, right?"

Ash smiled lightly after hearing this: "But because of this, I got the secret behind the dark."

"Hairbo is not dead." Ash said slowly: "And he also has a lot of Horcruxes."

"So you got the making method from him, right?" Dumbledore looked at Ash quietly, he could feel the change, the kind of change that would happen as long as the Horcrux was made.

He was sure Ash had made a Horcrux.

"Hmm." Ash nodded, "That's the ring." He slightly raised his finger and gave Dumbledore a look.

His outspoken behavior made Dumbledore slightly taken aback. He thought that Ash would hide his Horcrux as tightly as Voldemort.

He looked at the light blue ring and sighed: "Ash, you should know...that is the darkest curse."

"And the most dangerous spell."

Ash nodded slightly: "But in order to deal with Voldemort... how can we not understand his methods?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, he looked at Ash and shook his head and asked, "So what did you get, Ash?"

"Clue." Ash nodded and said, "The Horcrux has something to do with the bloodline...I need Voldemort's blood."

"This is impossible..." Dumbledore shook his head slowly: "His original body has been reduced to ashes... and now he is just a soul..."

Hearing Dumbledore's reply, Ash sighed, he rubbed the ring on his finger, wondering what he was thinking.

Dumbledore looked at him and said softly, "Ash, there is something I hope you can do with me."

"What's the matter?" Ash looked up at Dumbledore. He thought that Dumbledore would distrust him for a while because of this matter, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore seemed to be more eager.

"Come with me to Nurmengard." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Numengard?" Ash thought for a few seconds before remembering what this place was, the cage of the imprisoned Dark Lord.

"I understand." Ash nodded. Naturally, he would not reject Dumbledore's proposal. Even if it was a trap, it didn't matter to Ash now.

"Ash, I hope you won't be affected by the darkness of that curse..." Dumbledore looked at Ash and said solemnly: "Horcruxes will involve the soul... and it will also affect the soul."

"This is dangerous for any wizard."

"I understand." Ash nodded to Dumbledore, he was confident that he would not be affected by Horcruxes... As a master of souls, those few souls were not important to Ash.

Seeing Ash's full confidence, Dumbledore shook his head. Thinking of the best, at least Ash didn't change his temperament like Voldemort, nor did he show the kind of strong desire...

Thinking of this, Dumbledore said to Ash: "I still have something... I will inform you when I leave."

"Understood." Looking at Dumbledore walking away, Ash raised his eyebrows. He continued to observe the guests at the banquet. To his surprise, he saw Mr. Qiqiu and Mr. Qiqiu who had just met last night. Ludwig.

The two of them stood quietly in the corner of the banquet, just like the eldest lady from a pure-blood family and her personal bodyguard, with several heads of the association standing beside them.

They seemed to be discussing something... Ash looked at Mr. Qiqiu's calm face, and couldn't help observing her reaction inwardly.

Well, even the vice president of the association who smiled at her the happiest only received a title of baldness from her.

It looks like she didn't like the banquet very much...

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The North Sea was not like Rome, where it was as bright as day even at night. There was a violent storm blowing here, and the storm rolled in the air, which always brought strong psychological pressure to the prisoners of Azkaban and the Aurors.

"Here, your newspaper..." Auror casually threw the Daily Prophet in his hand to the man sitting in the prison. Even though the newspaper was several days ago, the stooped man inside still quickly picked up the newspaper.

Following the dim light in the cage, the man slowly opened the newspaper...

The front page news had something to do with the Ministry of Magic... a picture of the Weasleys, and it seemed to be related to news of their award-winning tour.

The man spat on the ground. He didn't expect the Daily Prophet to be so boring now...

But seeing that his former friend was doing well, the man relaxed his brows.

I don't know if he still considers himself a friend?
He glanced at the photo above while thinking wildly, and the crowd of people made him a little dazed for a while.

That guy Arthur actually has so many children... He sighed and looked at them one by one...

Bill and Charlie have grown so old...

He nodded slightly, and then glanced at a few children he didn't know.

Finally his eyes settled on the youngest boy... Ronald Weasley... seemed to be Harry's best friend...yes...Harry...

Do people like me deserve to be called by his name?
The man smiled wryly, and was about to close the newspaper.

But for some reason, he still scanned a corner of the photo.

The boy was holding a fat mouse in his hand. The color of this mouse was a bit familiar... But what surprised him even more was that the mouse's paw looked a little twisted, as if it was missing a finger...

That's right...

It's him……

The man slowly folded the newspaper, then stood up.

How dare you live with peace of mind?

Even went to Egypt...

peter...

I'm here to kill you.

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