[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

There is no more time for Xia Chuan to think about why the main task is silent.

The stabbing ground mechanism stopped unconsciously, and the creaking sound of the mechanism came to an abrupt end.

After a moment of silence, there was a sudden commotion in the four rooms.

——"Boom!"

——"Bang bang!"

One sound, one sound, non-stop.

The old doors of the four rooms trembled with the sound, as if something was about to break through.

In the quiet night where even the chirping of insects is very sparse, the sudden and dull sound can't help but make people's hair stand on end, and it will always associate with some bad things.

The elf trembled slightly in the darkness, and moved his eyes to the hole he had smashed before, looking directly at the movement on the second floor.

The door of the room was knocked off a large piece of sawdust and dust, and his extremely keen vision allowed him to see the dust particles flying in the moonlight.

Something in the room is breaking loose—every room.

Xia Chuan swallowed, licked his somewhat dry lips, hesitated for a few seconds between rushing in to take a risk to earn a fortune and safely completing Dumbledore's mission, and finally chose the former.

——If you confirm that the resurrection item is useful, just rush in and rub it to death!

He spat hard, he didn't die after possessing the props, and he couldn't confirm whether he could still stand up, the more he didn't dare to use himself as an experiment.

Especially when this kind of main task has not been completed.

He really didn't want to go back to this book - this terrible place that proved how failed his education was.

The elf threw the ring into the knapsack and rushed out the door stepping on the corpses of the rats.

[Player Xia Chuan Chaolu leaves the instance: Gaunt's ancestral house. 】

Suppressing the nausea surging in his heart, Xia Chuan rubbed the dry grass on the soles of his feet vigorously, trying to wipe away the sticky feeling of stepping on the rat corpse.

Even outside the room, he could hear the sound of impact from inside, which made Xia Chuan feel a little nervous—although he knew that after he opened a keyhole to get the ring, the bosses in the other four small rooms would start a rampage or something like that. Setting, but this way of appearance is really unflattering.

The elf didn't want to listen any more, so he ran away with oil on his feet.

……

Dumbledore was a little agitated.

— he realized that Snape was hiding something from him.

Even though he was certain that Snape would not do anything to Harry, the bottoms in his hands were not enough for Snape to serve him wholeheartedly.

Dumbledore didn't want to use a child who didn't know anything as a bargaining chip to get some help from the potions master. This was too unfair to Harry, not to mention that Harry had never been in contact with the wizarding world since he was a child. There is no difference at all between the hemp seed little wizard.

The white wizard who has experienced the age of the Dark Lord twice knows how important a master of potions is in the battle between opposing camps.

There are many magics that can heal themselves, and St. Mungo's can also become a temporary safe haven, but magic supplements and powerful healing medicines are really in short supply in war.

The shortage of funds in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a rumor, but a real problem.It's just that few people know about it.

And once a large-scale conflict breaks out, potion masters who are unwilling to establish a camp will either go into hiding after hearing the news, or bluntly refuse the two sides to choose to enter the neutral St. Mungo-this is why St. Mungo never One of the reasons why potions don't increase in price due to lack of potions.

Dumbledore had his own sources, and so did Snape.

Among them, the biggest source of information is naturally the Malfoy family who is in the same camp as him and whose identity is also a bit embarrassing now.

Even though Dumbledore is the most famous white wizard of the contemporary era, the Order of the Phoenix, which has worked hard for decades, is not as big as the historically rich intelligence network of the Malfoy family.

He is now eager to know the conversation between Xia Chuan and Snape.

Even if he can temporarily believe that Xia Chuan is safe, it doesn't make him completely relieved of this mysterious elf.

Especially, when the other party placed the ring of the Gunter family completely in front of his eyes.

——Maybe there is no way to be kind, if Jaran Nord knows his real purpose.

"Principal Dumbledore, please see if this is what you want." Xia Chuan looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and spread his hands to reveal the ring in his palm, with a hint of coolness in his gaze.

Previously, in the dark night, I couldn't see the appearance of the ring very well. The ring looked very simple and ordinary, not ordinary like something that a noble family would collect.

Xia Chuan knew the attributes of this ring. Apart from the high magic defense, the only bright spot was a chance to be resurrected.

Dumbledore seemed to have just woken up from his sleep. He was wearing a loose and bulky nightgown that looked a little dazzling, and the fabric looked very soft.The air in the principal's office is also filled with mist, which makes people feel peaceful and stable.

But Xia Chuan didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things. He was thinking that if Dumbledore really lured him to Gaunt's ancestral house for this ring, should he directly kill the old man.

Dumbledore propped up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinted his crescent eyes for a while, and nodded: "Yes, the ring of the Gaunt family."

The elf waited for a few seconds, but did not receive a reminder that the side mission was completed, and Dumbledore did not intend to take the ring.Suddenly, he looked at Dumbledore dangerously.

The old man is very sensitive to malice, and the 11 years of comfortable life have not allowed him to relax his vigilance against the outside world and his due vigilance.

"..." Dumbledore waited silently for the elf to speak, but the other party did not give him any hints or responses. Helplessly, he took the lead and asked, "Mr. Jalan Nord?"

The elf who had been indifferent frowned slightly, paused, closed his open palms, played with the ring still in his hand, raised his eyelids and glanced at Dumbledore: "Dumbledore Principal, you said it was Tom's Horcrux."

Dumbledore was stunned, a stone fell in his heart, but another one hung up again.

The elf's strength was very strong, and only one night had passed when he returned to the principal's office, but there were no obvious wounds on his body.

He brought back the ring he needed to give him the basis for destroying the Horcrux.

But obviously, elves also valued Horcruxes very much, which made Dumbledore a little worried.

"This is indeed a Horcrux." Dumbledore smiled heartily, and extended his hand generously to Xia Chuan, "Give me the ring, Tom is hiding it so deeply."

Hearing what he said, Xia Chuan immediately felt relieved.

The NPCs that issued missions rarely deceived people, at least in the past few years Xia Chuan played, he could count the special NPCs that cheated the missions and escaped with a single slap.

The elf gave the ring to Dumbledore with peace of mind, and was satisfied with the notification that the system task was completed.

"As a thank you, I'll give you an invisibility cloak, Mr. Gallanord." Dumbledore winked at him, and Fawkes next to him took a piece of black cloth, his tone seemed Some embarrassment: "This is a replica of one of the Deathly Hallows, it can only be used once."

Xia Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but accepted it without making a sound.

Dumbledore coughed lightly, making himself look more righteous, and said, "It might be of great use in extraordinary moments."

The elf shrugged, for which he was more inclined to sell this for money or give it to someone else in the guild.

He glanced at Dumbledore, turned his gaze to the ring in the other's hand, and hesitated to speak.

It's probably useless to him, but he wouldn't mind if he could take it away.

You must know that the penalty-free props that can be resurrected, except for a few groups of local tyrants like a juicer, are almost completely invisible to ordinary players.

——Although Xia Chuan once felt that the strange props of the juicer might not be bought, but obtained by doing special tasks.

"I think it's safer to keep Tom's Horcrux with me than you to take it away, Mr. Galanod." Dumbledore smiled gently, and there was no sign of abnormality, "Your identity is in the wizarding world... "

When the point was over, Dumbledore didn't continue talking.

He thinks that Xia Chuan must understand what kind of elves exist in the eyes of pure blood families.

Well, it seems that the ring is out of reach.

Xia Chuan blinked, he didn't care where the Horcruxes were placed, he knew that it was enough to find and explore them one by one.

"I'm more at ease in Hogwarts - do you know about the other Horcruxes, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, not knowing whether it was out of guilt or something else, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at Xia Chuan seriously.

"I can only guess—perhaps, the pet snake that Tom grew up with was..."

Xia Chuan was stunned for a while, and then looked at Dumbledore disapprovingly: "How could a child as proud as Tom subdue his soul in a snake."

Helplessly pushing his glasses, Dumbledore stroked his white beard, "But that snake meant a lot to him, and we are not sure if he was still sane at that time."

It looks like Dumbledore knows a lot.

Xia Chuan glanced at him thoughtfully, and quickly hid his thoughts before Dumbledore raised his guard.

The headmaster has the most authority in Hogwarts, followed by the vice-headmaster.

Will the principal and vice-principal be completely unaware that the students have used powerful black magic?Even if it is used outside the school, the obvious changes of the students should not escape the eyes of the professors.Besides, Tom is such an excellent student.

The elf pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward in his heart. After a long time, he finally gave up and continued thinking.

No matter what the professors and elders like Malfoy thought, he was the one who made the decision to separate the soul, that's okay.

Most importantly, Tom is beyond help.

See, it's really not about his education.