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Ollivander had been tortured all night.Surrounded by several Death Eaters, he stepped on his feet and prostrated himself on the ground in the most humble posture.His silver-white eyes were as lifeless as dead fish, and his gray curly hair seemed to have lost all vitality.If it weren't for his weak breathing, it would be really hard to believe that he was still alive.

Voldemort sat on a high place, looking coldly at the servants who took pleasure in sadism, as if looking at a group of ants that could be easily crushed to death.His blood-red eyes glide over each Death Eater, laughing at their stupidity inwardly.

This period of time is probably the most difficult time since his resurrection.Dumbledore was dead, but he still couldn't control the Elder Wand; after chasing Harry Potter, he thought he was going to win, but let him escape in his own hands; The standing Malfoys narrowed their eyes sinisterly - he was still concerned about the weird experience Anthony Dolohov had seen after his return from Diagon Alley.His bestial instincts told him there must be some connection between Draco Malfoy's death and Lucius Malfoy's all-too-easy release, but he struggled with the evidence.

If the same suspicion happened to anyone else, Voldemort would not hesitate to reward them with an Avada.But he needed Malfoy's loyalty in the absence of the Bellas and werewolf leader Fenrir Greyback.

The door was opened from the outside, and Snape walked in, bowing respectfully.

"Owner."

Voldemort glanced at him indifferently, raised his hand, and the Death Eaters immediately stopped torturing Ollivander.

"Take him down," said Voldemort. "Severus, come here, come closer."

Snape lowered his eyes and walked towards Voldemort in response.Several Death Eaters carried Ollivander past him, the old man's gray curly hair brushing his arm.But Snape didn't seem to feel it, and didn't even give them a look.

Snape's numb state seemed to please Voldemort, and a weird smile appeared on his face.

"Any news?" said Voldemort.

"The place where Harry last disappeared was under a powerful protective spell, and that house was the property of the Muggle Ted Tonks," Snape replied.

"Tonks?"

"Yes, Master. Tonks is the husband's name of Andromeda Black, and their daughter, Nymphadora Tonks, is a member of the Order of the Phoenix from Hufflepuff. She is now married to Remus Lupine married."

"A stupid Hufflepuff and a dirty werewolf." Voldemort snorted coldly. "You should be ashamed to have such an unclean traitor in the Black family, Narcissa!"

"There is no such person in the Black family, master." Narcissa replied, "As early as the day Andromeda Tonks got married, there was only a black hole left in her family tree of the Black family."

"Very well, very well," said Voldemort satisfied, "So what new information do you have, Severus?"

"Forgive me, Master." Snape bowed and continued, "It will be some time before I know the whereabouts of Harry Potter. The Order of the Phoenix no longer trusts me, since Dumbledore's death... "

"I don't need an excuse!" Voldemort suddenly became irritable, "Give me the result!"

"Please forgive... my master..." Snape knelt on the ground and said in fear.

"Shut up!" Voldemort yelled.The side effects of splitting the soul suddenly broke out at this moment, and he mercilessly fired the Cruciatus Curse at Snape.

"My master... master... forgive me..."

Snape limply fell to the ground and begged tremblingly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the great pain almost tore him apart.Just when he thought he would faint from the pain, Voldemort suddenly stopped tormenting.He braced his body and fell to his knees again, but

Seeing Voldemort staring at the Elder Wand in his hand with a vicious and angry look.He quickly lowered his head, not daring to let Voldemort

Discover your own peeps.

"Go away!" suddenly roared Voldemort, "before I change my mind and kill you!"

"Yes... yes... my master..."

Snape backed away in a hurry, and everyone else in the hall bowed their heads deeply. No one dared to challenge the Dark Lord's wrath at this moment. They even slowed down their breathing a lot.It took a long time before Voldemort calmed down, and asked again in his eternally cold voice:

"Lucius, what about the Ministry of Magic?"

"Return to Master," Lucius stepped forward and knelt down in front of Voldemort, "The Ministry of Magic is almost under our control, except for the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix like the Weasleys, everyone is looking forward to Master's return." dispatch."

"Weasley," Voldemort smiled disdainfully, "what's going on with those red-haired skunks?"

"They seem to be involved in the transfer of Harry Potter, Master," Lucius said. "Also, Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour will be on August 8st, and some of the Ministry of Magic Staff have received invitations."

Lucius' words gave Voldemort a brilliant idea. He raised his eyebrows, but swallowed the plan he was about to say when he saw Lucius' face again.He smiled sinisterly, changed the topic, and when he spoke again, what he said was no longer what he really thought in his heart.

"So, I suppose members of the Order of the Phoenix will also be involved?" Voldemort asked.

"I think so, my lord."

"Very well," smiled Voldemort. "It's a good day for action, isn't it? We shouldn't miss this opportunity... Lucius."

"At your service, master."

"I am very sorry that my little Bella failed to escape this time in Azkaban's large-scale escape." Voldemort raised his eyebrows and ordered: "Get ready, on August 8st, you bring some people to take Save my servants who are still suffering there."

"Yes, my master."

The door closed as Lucius and Narcissa stepped back, and Voldemort happily sat back in his chair. The big snake Nagini immediately swam out from the shadows deep in the room, and wrapped itself around Voldemort intimately.

"You're lying to Malfoy," Nagini hissed, spitting out the letter.As part of Voldemort's soul, it could feel every wave of Voldemort's emotions.

"You're right, Nagini," said Voldemort speaking in Parseltongue. "I was lying."

"Why?" asked Nagini, "I thought you trusted him."

"No, Nagini." Voldemort gently stroked Nagini's head, and whispered: "You must remember, never forget to guard against everyone except yourself."

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"Even when you're besieged from all sides, don't forget to leave your backs with your friends."

Dumbledore winked at Harry and said, "So of course I'm not mad at you for bringing them here, I was hiding my whereabouts only to fool Voldemort."

"You wouldn't know...you wouldn't know how grateful I am to see you again!" sobbed Hermione, nose flushed.She held Dumbledore's hand tightly, as if afraid that he would suddenly disappear again.

Ron sniffed and wiped away his tears. "I can't believe my eyes, Dumbledore is alive!" he said, "It's just wonderful!"

Harry sat on the side, looking at the faces of Hermione and Ron who were crying with joy, and showed a relaxed and happy smile that he hadn't had for a long time.For these three young wizards, Dumbledore is not only a wise and great white wizard, but also their respected and beloved elders, and the power to support them in defeating darkness.

Livia smiled because of the happy reunion scene in front of her. She turned her head, but saw Draco showing a mocking sneer that was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere at this moment, and there was a hint of bitterness and anger in her eyes.

"Hey, don't be like this," Livia touched Draco's arm and said, "Be happy! No matter what time it is, there are pleasant things happening, what a wonderful thing!"

Draco obviously didn't have Livia's girlish romantic sigh. He continued to look at Dumbledore and his children with that complicated look, snorted coldly, and said, "Beautiful? I'm sorry. I don't think so. The expressions on their faces now look stupid and disgusting to me!"

Draco's harsh words made Livia frown, and successfully attracted Ron to yell.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron stood up suddenly, clenched his fists and shouted, "Want to fight?"

"Don't be stupid, Weasley." Draco turned his head away, as if he didn't even want to look at Ron, "If you want to fight, it's better to use a wand than a fist."

"Don't be like this," Harry grabbed Ron, who was blushing and was about to show Draco a good look, and said awkwardly, "We are on the same boat now, and we shouldn't be like this."

"A boat?" Draco sneered, "I thought you were joking? An hour ago, I didn't even know Potter had a connection to You-Know-Who's brain!"

After hearing Draco's words, Dumbledore's expression was obviously a little embarrassed.

Needless to say, Dumbledore's mood was exactly what Draco wanted.He immediately put away his tough aura, put on a worried expression, mixed with a helpless and bitter smile, and said: "I don't know anything about your plan, how much have you kept from me? Dumbledore? In this way, you are still saying that we are on the same boat? My parents may be exposed at any time, and the mysterious person..." He paused, as if he couldn't bear to say those words, and then continued : "At this time, you actually ask me to applaud for your reunion?"

Seeing a proud platinum peacock show weakness may not be able to shake Dumbledore, but it definitely has a great impact on the three simple Gryffindors.Harry even felt a little guilty about it, even if it wasn't his fault.

Ron also looked a little moved. He slowly put away the state of the sword just now, sat down again, and muttered with some guilt and awkwardness: "An hour ago... I didn't know that Dumbledore was still alive!"

"Quiet, Ron!" Hermione growled, punching him.

Ron's face turned red all of a sudden, his lips moved a few times, and he didn't speak again.

Compared to the bewildered three little lions, Livia was a little strangely calm.She looked at Draco who lowered his head as if covered by a cloud, and instead of speaking comfortingly as usual, she looked away without saying a word.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said, "Take out the locket."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore, obediently took out a small golden, somewhat old box from his inner pocket, and put it in Dumbledore's hand.Dumbledore held the locket in his hand, and made Livia and Draco sit down beside him.After the two sat down, Dumbledore handed the small box to Draco.

"What is this?" Livia leaned her head and looked at the small box carefully. She felt as if she had seen this thing somewhere before. "This thing looks so familiar," she said with squinted eyes. "Where must I be?" I've seen it... but I can't remember it right now..."

"An ordinary gold locket, you can see it anywhere." Draco said disdainfully, he looked up at Dumbledore and asked, "Is this what you want to tell me?"

"Yes, and no. You can open it first," said Dumbledore.

Draco raised his eyebrows, and with a light flick of his finger, he opened the locket effortlessly.There was a note in the box, and Draco took it out and unfolded it.

"I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible," Draco said literally, "RAB - what is this?"

"It's a signature," Dumbledore explained.

"So?" Draco folded the note and returned it to Dumbledore along with the locket. "A dirty box and a note with an unclear meaning?"

"Yes, but this is the only clue we have to find the third Horcrux."

"Hor... what?" Livia asked strangely, "Is this a word in English?"

"Yes, Horcrux, Voldemort's Horcrux." Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looked up, and scanned the faces of Draco and Livia. "It's a long story," he said, "and it's important. You've got to keep it in your head and make sure no more people know about it."

His eyes became more radiant through the half-moon eyes, and the story he was about to tell was as vague as a layer of gray fog.

"A horcrux is a horrible thing - you split your soul apart and hide part of it in something outside your body. That way, even if your body is irreversibly traumatized, you won't die, Because you still have a part of your soul hidden elsewhere. In a sense, you get immortality through this method. I believe, this is why Voldemort made Horcruxes. However, the method of making Horcruxes is itself an unforgivable Because to successfully create Horcruxes, you must murder other people as a prerequisite. The first time I thought of the concept of Horcruxes was when you were in the second grade..."

I have to say that Dumbledore is a very good storyteller.In his narration, his and Harry's experience of searching for Horcruxes and fighting Voldemort over the years is like an adventure novel with ups and downs, allowing the listeners to follow him unconsciously. break through.

"...As I just said, two of the Horcruxes, Riddle's diary and Gaunt's ring, have been destroyed by us. The third, Slytherin's locket, is in my A few days before "death", Harry and I went to the cave where Voldemort once lived to retrieve it." Dumbledore stroked the little golden box lightly and sighed, "In order to get it, I It took a lot of pain, but... as you can see, it's just a fake. That's all we know about Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Finally, Dumbledore ended his story with a long sigh.After a long time, no one spoke again.

"This is crazy," Livia's voice was hoarse as if it was forced out of her throat, "He is simply crazy."

"Who said it wasn't," said Harry.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, my boys. It's so important, it's so crazy, and the less people know about it, the better our chances of success. I told Harry, no one but Hermione and Ron Anyone talk about these things. But I promise, many of the details I said today, not to mention Hermione and Ron, even Harry doesn't understand all of them." Dumbledore smiled and looked at Draco, who had just started He just kept his face tense and silent, as if caught in some emotion of his own.

"So," Livia said with some difficulty: "We need to destroy all the Horcruxes first, so that we can completely eliminate Voldemort at the end?"

"Yes, my child," said Dumbledore, "the situation is as dire as it is."

"...I saw that diary when I was a child." Draco wiped his face, and said with some self-mockery: "After the mysterious man fell for the first time, it was randomly placed in a corner of the study by Dad. I never knew That is such a dangerous thing." He sighed, and continued: "According to what you said, the mysterious man himself is the last Horcrux, and Nagini is also one of the Horcruxes, and we can easily find these two. What about the rest? Where do we go to find other Horcruxes?"

"As for everything related to Voldemort," said Dumbledore, "since Voldemort gave the diary to Lucius, we believe that he may also entrust some other, or some Horcruxes, to his faithful Servants? We don't know where they are yet, but at least we know what they are, don't we?"

"Oh, of course," Draco sarcastically said, "Under the surveillance of the mysterious man, I searched all over London like a carpet, and I can always find it."

Draco's words were like a basin of cold water, making the other people unknowingly show some embarrassment.No one can deny that the process of finding Horcruxes is ten thousand times more difficult than destroying them.

Dumbledore looked at the expressions of the children, laughed, and said, "Don't be discouraged, children. Although we don't know the whereabouts of the Horcrux, we found three more important things before him."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Hush——" Dumbledore put his finger on his lips like a naughty child, blinked his eyes pretending to be mysterious, and said, "I must leave you some treasure hunting fun. Of course, I can give you some hints— — Of these three things, one Harry has already got, and the other will be given to him as a birthday present on his 17th birthday tomorrow.”

"And the third one?" Harry asked impatiently, "When will I get it?"

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore laughed, "the third one is in someone else's hands."

"You gave it to someone else?" Livia asked incredulously, "Isn't that very important?"

"Oh, don't worry, little girl." Dumbledore still smiled and said, "Some things don't mean you have them. What's yours is always yours."

"...What, what? Do you understand?" Livia looked at the others dumbfounded, but found that everyone was as confused as him.

Dumbledore seemed to be very satisfied with the puzzles he had laid out. He stood up happily under the curious and doubtful eyes of several children, stretched his waist, and said: "When it's time to know, you Will know. Now all you have to do is go upstairs and get some sleep before Tonya takes you back to the Burrow at night."

"So what will I get tomorrow? Dumbledore?" Harry yelled looking at Dumbledore who was walking towards his room without looking back, but Dumbledore just shook his hand at them playfully and closed his door Door.

"Oh shit!" Ron yelled. "Did I tell you I really hate riddles?!"

"Your IQ is indeed not suitable for doing these things." Draco stood up, smiled at Ron who was blushing again because of his words, and walked leisurely towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Livia also smiled, and simply instructed: "There are still a few vacant rooms downstairs, you can use them as you like, no charge!" Then she followed Draco up and down.

Ron's exaggerated shout of "Merlin, do they live in the same room?" was still heard from downstairs, as well as his struggling sound as Hermione and Harry stuffed his mouth into the room, but Lily Via and Draco ignored it as if they had made an appointment, and just went upstairs with smiles and side by side, and said good night to each other at the stairs just like the past few months.

"So, sweet dreams, Draco." Draco said, looking at Livia who opened the door.

"Yeah!" Livia didn't seem to be in a hurry to say goodbye, she pulled the door frame, and kept showing a wicked smirk.

Draco looked at her with raised eyebrows for a moment, then asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Hey~" Livia poked Draco's shoulder and whispered, "They were there all the time, so I didn't say anything. Brother, your acting skills are really good."

He raised his eyebrows with a questioning expression.

Livia straightened her expression, and growled with a painful expression: "At this time, you still ask me to applaud for your reunion?"

"So?" Draco had already guessed what Livia wanted to say, and felt a little happy because of her keenness.

"Come on, you're not the kind of person who would show weakness in front of others." Livia spread out her hands in an American style, shrugged, and then changed back to that mean expression, saying, "I almost Laugh out loud! Who did you learn this kind of bitter drama from? It's so stupid!"

"But it's very effective, isn't it?" Draco admitted generously.

"It's very effective," Livia gave a thumbs up, then smiled and shook Draco's hand, saying, "This time it's really good night, sweet dreams!"

Draco nodded, smiling as Livia closed the door in front of his eyes.

He walked back to his room, lay down on the bed casually, and the familiar lemon scent wafted through his nostrils.He buried his face in the pillow, took a deep breath, and felt a sense of stability at home.

He would have thought the man crazy if he had been told that one day he would find home in some rough room in California.But now, he felt that this feeling was not bad.

In the past few months, he has experienced too many things that he had never experienced before.For example, it was the first time to break away from the sheltered life of their parents, the first time to cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix, the first time to get along peacefully with Scarhead... Also, the first time to get so close to a girl.

"Livia Bones," Draco murmured unconsciously.

When Livia punctured the fragility he deliberately pretended just now, he was surprised to find that he was not surprised, as if things were supposed to be like this.Being seen through by her, I don't know when it became as normal as "fighting with her", "smiling at her" and "trusting her".

Unknowingly, it seemed that some emotions began to slowly change and ferment.

Draco took a deep breath, pulled the covers back, and let out a sigh of pleasure—

"What a wonderful girl."

The author has something to say: Well, Draco is starting to get the hang of it.