Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 320 Divination
Luck is such a hard thing to say.

Take Voldemort for example.

When I was young, I lived in an orphanage. I thought that my life would be so mediocre. Who knew that I would be invited to a magic school when I was a teenager.

From then on, he was proud of the spring breeze, and he was about to dominate England, but he was forced to ruin his hegemony by the newborn cub.

After being silent for a long time, he finally got the curtain from the sky and the ring representing the "Lord of Darkness". Before he could be happy, he was expelled by the Ministry of Magic, and he himself was reduced to the sewer.

Resurrected, imprisoned, escaped from prison, killed by Sauron, resurrected, fled all over Europe, resurrected, hunted by the Ministry of Magic, wanted to seize his home, was killed
Sometimes, Voldemort really regretted it.

Why did you make so many Horcruxes in the first place!
"Crack."

Without warning, the golden cup in front of him cracked, and Dumbledore's pupils shrank.

He pondered for a few minutes, and finally decided to ask someone to clarify.

"Klein, are you free?"

After a while, the "secret spell" started to move.

"The person you called is busy, please try again later."

Dumbledore: "."

"Stop it."

He rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Principal, don't you think you've been looking for me too often recently? I'm also very busy."

Klein, who didn't know where he was, was a little impatient.

Dumbledore pretended he didn't hear it - puberty is more rebellious.

"I really have something to do, come here. Just now Voldemort's Horcrux burst open."

"Cracked?"

Klein on the other end also seemed surprised, paused, and he replied.

"Okay, I'll come now."

After getting an affirmative answer, Dumbledore was relieved a lot.

Reaching out to pick up the wand and waving it, the portraits of the headmaster on the wall fell into a deep sleep.

He did it so well
Seven or eight minutes later, Klein arrived, wearing an oddly shaped jacket.

"Forget it, let's take a look at this."

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but in the end, he temporarily suppressed the mess and pushed the broken gold cup to the front.

"It's really broken!"

Seeing Jinbei, Klein was also a little bit stunned.

"what happened?"

Dumbledore asked quickly.

"Where did I know, I stayed at school and never went out.

Besides, the Horcrux is placed here with you, Mr. Principal. If something goes wrong, you shouldn’t find the cause from yourself. What does it have to do with me? "

Klein spread his hands, looking helpless.

But Dumbledore didn't buy it.

"Come on, you already knew something when you asked the Auror Office and the Department of Mysteries to hunt down Voldemort.

Now that one of Voldemort's Horcruxes has lost its function, it means that without my knowledge, Voldemort lost another life."

"Isn't this a good thing!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Klein interrupted him.

"Voldemort lost another hole card, gratifying to congratulate, gratifying to congratulate."

"But my plan is over!"

Dumbledore couldn't help rubbing his temples.

He wanted to lure Voldemort out, along with Voldemort himself, destroy all Horcruxes, and do everything in one fell swoop.

It's a good thing now, Voldemort has "died before he left the teacher" before he made his appearance.

After planning for a long time, is it for nothing?

"It really has nothing to do with me.

I've been so busy with the Christmas ball recently, I can't slip out of school under your old man's nose, and come back after killing Voldemort! "

With an innocent face, Klein spoke softly.

"Besides, it's a good thing that the plan failed this time, after all, there is still the last Horcrux that hasn't been found yet."

"Regarding this matter, Alastor is already investigating."

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Poor "Mad-Eye", running around in the cold weather~
"Then wait until he finds out something."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Klein made a gesture to leave.

"Today, I will take my leave first, and let me know if there is any new progress."

After speaking, without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, he left the office wrapped in a newly invented down jacket.

Klein walked for a long time, but Dumbledore still maintained the same posture.

He pushed his half-moon glasses, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Klein didn't tell him the truth, he knew it.

People have secrets.

But this time, he had to investigate clearly.

Just do it.

Dumbledore locked the door and walked straight to the stone basin in the corner.

This is a pensieve, which is generally used to sort out and view memories, but at certain times, it can also be used as a divination prop.

As a legendary wizard well-known in Europe, Dumbledore's magic level far exceeds that of ordinary spellcasters, and he can use all kinds of secret arts at his fingertips.

With the help of a series of aids, he started divination.

"The Secret of Voldemort's Death."

"The murderer who killed Voldemort."

"The whereabouts of Voldemort."

The old man asked three questions in sequence according to the divination method, and when the words fell, the mercury-like liquid in the Pensieve began to churn.

"Om."

After more than ten seconds, the magic power wave broke out, and the first divination failed.

But Dumbledore was not discouraged.

Except for the gifted people who are born with knowledge, divination has a high chance of failure.

Even if it succeeds, it won't show everything clearly, it can only rely on guesswork.

"The place where Voldemort died."

"The scene Voldemort saw before he died."

"The whereabouts of Voldemort's last Horcrux."

Three more questions, and Dumbledore waited patiently for a spiritual response.

I don't know whether his spells are too superb, or his heart has moved the heavens. After the second divination, some pictures finally appeared in the Pensieve.

"Wooden tables and chairs. Is it a tavern or a restaurant? And what is this, blue, a snake?"

What the divination showed was very vague, and Dumbledore could only guess.

The only thing he knows now is that Voldemort died in a place like a restaurant or a coffee shop. What killed him was a blue flame snake. It should be some kind of spell.

"Huh~ Well, at least I'm not clueless now."

Mumbling something to himself, Dumbledore smiled.

Closing his eyes to refresh himself, he took a deep breath and started the third divination.

"The whereabouts of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"The man who killed Voldemort."

"Where is Voldemort now?"

Still three questions.

Dumbledore rested his hands on the side of the stone basin, waiting for the spiritual response.

"Om."

The mercury-like liquid suddenly turned pitch black, as thick as ink.

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

In the darkness, several dazzling lights flashed, and there was an invisible building standing silently under the light of suspected lightning.

(End of this chapter)