Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 865 God stick

   Albert felt that he should seize this opportunity, have a good chat with Dumbledore, and find a way to get the headmaster to clarify his doubts by the way.

In the past, he didn't want to have too much contact with Dumbledore, it was entirely because his level of Occlumency was not high, and he didn't want to expose his magical attainments in advance, but it was different now, he was an adult, and he had obtained such Since he won many international awards, Dumbledore must have known him already, and he would not hold any malice. I believe that the two sides can communicate well.

   Of course, the most important thing is that Dumbledore will probably die in a few years.

To be honest, Albert has always felt that legendary figures like Nicole Flamel and Dumbledore, it is an extremely extravagant waste to bring the knowledge and technology they have mastered into the coffin after they die like this. A lot of knowledge and technology they had mastered failed to be handed down, and the level of magic in the entire magic world dropped directly with their deaths.

  Before going to the principal's office, Albert did not forget to take out his notebook from his pocket and look through the records on it. These were the questions he had sorted out in the past few days, and he planned to take advantage of this meeting to get answers from Dumbledore.

  Thinking that the principal can be used as a tool man, Albert couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth happily, quickened his pace, and walked along the corridor on the eighth floor to the stone monster.

   "Pile of cockroaches." Albert said the password.

  The stone monster immediately jumped aside, and the wall behind it was split in two, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind.

   Albert stepped up and took the magic version of the elevator to the door of the principal's office. He raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door three times.

   "Please come in." Dumbledore's voice came from inside the door.

  Albert opened the door and walked into the principal's office, and said hello to the old man who was looking up at him behind the desk: "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, what can you do for me?"

   "Good evening, Mr. Anderson, please sit here, let's drink and talk?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, pointing to the chair in front of the desk, "What do you drink?"

   "Black tea." Albert sat down opposite Dumbledore, not feeling restrained at all, as if chatting with an old friend.

   "Someone wants me to pass them on to you." After Dumbledore poured Albert a cup of black tea, he pushed two letters and a package in front of Albert.

   "I'm curious, is there anything that needs to be handed over to me through the principal?" Albert didn't touch the black tea on the table, and the smile on his face became gentler.

   "Letters from the Ministry of Magic, as well as letters and packages from the Wizengamot." Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation to Albert: "Aren't you going to open it and see what's in the letter?"

   "This is really a strange thing." Albert's mouth curled into a faint smile, "They didn't ask the owl to send the package and envelope to me directly."

  Dumbledore pretended not to hear the boy's sarcasm, and waited for Albert to open the envelope and read the contents.

  Albert didn't care, he tore open the letter from the Ministry of Magic, and quickly glanced at the contents of the letter.

   This is a letter of apology without sincerity.

   It was very short, meaning he was of age, and the Wizengamot UK Youth Representative title was awarded to underage wizards, so this award was cancelled, and they apologized for it.

  Albert put the letter paper on the table calmly, without a trace of emotion on his face, as if the letter was just writing something insignificant.

  Yes, the things mentioned in the letter are indeed insignificant to Albert.

He reopened another letter from the Wizengamot, which probably meant that he had become an alternate member of the Wizengamot, and the package contained a Wizengamot costume, but Albert didn't bother Unpack.

   "Does that group of people want you to explain to me?" Albert put another letter on the table and asked casually.

   "Yes." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "What do you think after reading it?"

  Just now, Dumbledore clearly saw the strong disdain and contempt flashing in Albert's peaceful eyes, and he was obviously not interested in becoming an alternate member of the Wizengamot.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in the pile of facts about the Ministry of Magic, and I don't think there's any need to bother you about these trivial matters." Albert paused, then smiled and said, "Maybe, We can talk about other topics!"

"What topic." Dumbledore happily put aside those annoying things, and Albert's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectations. He was not upset because the Ministry of Magic deliberately revoked the title of the Wizengamot's British youth representative Angry, on the contrary, it looks like it doesn't matter.

   "Do you know how to release the Imperius Curse?" Albert asked, "Professor Moody used the Imperius Curse on all the students in class."

   "I don't think it's a bad thing to get in touch with and understand these terrible spells in a gentler way," Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table, calmly looking at the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever seen.

   "I also agree with your point of view, but now I want to know if there is any way to remove the control of the Imperius Curse?" Albert lowered his eyes, staggered his eyes, and did not meet Dumbledore's eyes. He continued, "I mean, besides resisting by will, is there any other way to break the control of the Imperius Curse."

"Unfortunately, no. The Imperius Curse usually requires one's own willpower to resist." Dumbledore seemed to remember something, and sighed, "Otherwise, Voldemort would not have used the Imperius Curse in the First Wizarding War." Turned the Ministry of Magic into a mess."

"As far as I know, after Professor Moody used the Imperius Curse on the students, he quickly lifted the Imperius Curse on the students." Albert continued to ask: "Does this mean that if necessary , the spell caster can actually lift the Imperius Curse on the controlled target?"

"Yes, a clever wizard can do this," Dumbledore obviously didn't expect Albert to care about it so much, and explained, "Ordinary wizards use the Imperius Curse, which can only command the controlled Do something, and usually break free quickly, but when a clever dark wizard uses the Imperius Curse to control a person, it is often difficult to detect and difficult to resist. Voldemort was in the First Wizarding War It’s a way to get support from other people.”

   "Is it possible to use the second Imperius Curse to counteract the first Imperius Curse?" Albert raised his doubts again.

"Unfortunately, no. Repeated use of the Imperius Curse will only strengthen the effect of the spell and strengthen the control over the caster, and the person who has been cast with the Imperius Curse will be the first to execute the last order." Dumbledore He said gently, "That's why this spell is so dreadful."

   "Can it be washed away?" Albert felt that he was really lucky to be able to get a skill that resists the Imperius Curse before.

   "I remember that Gringotts has a defensive measure called Anti-thief Falls, which is said to be able to wash away all spells, all magical disguises."

"Yes, the anti-thief waterfall is indeed a very practical thing, as you said, it can wash away all spells, all magical disguises." Dumbledore explained: "However, anti-thief The effect of the waterfall is actually limited, but it is undeniable that it can indeed wash away some ordinary magic, but it is relatively powerless in the face of some relatively powerful black magic."

"It's really hard to guard against." Albert frowned, and changed his mind again: "What if many people use the breaking spell together on a wizard controlled by the Imperius Curse? Or let them drink Mangla Is it possible to break the spell with a powerful recovery agent made from grass roots?"

"I think the method you mentioned should have some effect. It can weaken the power of the Imperius Curse, but if you want to break free from the Imperius Curse, you often have to rely on your own will to break free, or wait for the wizard who cast the curse to die." Dumbledore seemed to realize that Albert was here to discuss academic issues with him, his expression suddenly became a little subtle, and he had to bring the topic back.

   "Sirius came to me a while ago, and he said that you prophesied about Peter for him."

"To be precise, Black hired me to help with divination about Peter Pettigrew. This happened while watching the Quidditch World Cup." Albert had already guessed what Dumbledore wanted to ask next. , directly clarify the matter: You can ask me to make a prophecy, but you can't **** for nothing.

   "Harry said, you think he will be a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore asked again.

   "Yes." Albert nodded.

   "Why do you think this way?" Dumbledore asked curiously, "You have already divined the winner of the Triwizard Tournament?"

   "Harry Potter is a student who likes to make trouble." Albert said calmly, "Even without divination, I can guess something. You can think of it as a premonition after mastering arithmetic divination and divination at the same time."

   "It's unbelievable, I remember Nicole once said something similar." Dumbledore asked again, "Do you have any magical premonitions?"

   "There is a problem with your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Albert said without hesitation, "Or, when Harry Potter was studying at Hogwarts, his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had problems."

  Dumbledore opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, but thinking of the first three Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, Albert seemed, seemed to be right.

   "I know you don't believe it, but don't worry, just wait slowly." Albert said mysteriously, "Time will prove my words."

   "I'm looking forward to your prophecy." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Now, can you also make a prophecy for me."

"Of course, you are my third customer." Albert smiled and said, "However, I can prophesy for you for free, but I hope to invite you to my wedding, and by the way, I will use the house elf to hold the event wedding."

   "Are you getting married?" Dumbledore was very surprised.

  Not only Dumbledore, but also the portraits who had eavesdropped on them all stared at Albert with wide eyes.

"Yes, after I graduate from school, I will marry Isobel. In fact, we are already engaged." Albert was not embarrassed. He knew that if he wanted his wedding to proceed smoothly, he had to invite Dumbledore attended the wedding and made him a **** of the sea, deterring those nasty Death Eaters.

   "Do you need me to be your witness?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

   This is agreed.

   "No, Mr. LeMay will help us as a witness. I don't think he would want someone to take his place." Albert said with a smile.

   "It seems that Nico likes you very much." Dumbledore said gently, "Okay, let's talk about what we prophesied!"

   "What do you want to know?" Albert asked

   "Do you know Horcruxes?"

"I know something, it seems that the ancient Greek black wizard despicable Herbo invented the crazy black magic that can divide the soul of a person. It is said that this thing was once used to ensure the immortality of its owner." Albert felt himself It's a big loss, Dumbledore, the old bee, wouldn't want to pull himself into this matter!

   "It seems that you are not ignorant."

   "Mr. Flamel once mentioned this matter. He said that he was troubled by a man named Hai Erbo two hundred years ago." Albert recalled.

"Actually, there are materials about Horcruxes in the Hogwarts library." Dumbledore stood up and took books about Horcruxes from the shelf behind him. "A student once read those books, and Created a Horcrux, I think you should have guessed who he is."

   Albert was silent.

"At the beginning, it was thanks to you that I discovered that Voldemort split his soul." Dumbledore didn't care about Albert's choice of silence, and said with a smile: "Ravenclaw's crown, and later Riddle's diary. "

   "You want me to predict the mysterious man's Horcrux?" Albert asked with a strange expression. "You intend to drag me into the water, but I think it should be Potter's job to defeat the mysterious man. After all, he is the savior, and I'm just a smarter ordinary person."

   "You already knew that, didn't you?"

"The diary that taught people how to reopen the secret room made me realize this. After all, that thing is a bit evil, and the name itself means flying away from death." Albert did not deny that he knew Voldemort made Horcruxes. thing.

   "I hope you can help me predict the whereabouts of the Horcrux." Dumbledore waved his wand, and an old crystal ball appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

   "Okay, as you wish."

   Albert focused his attention on the crystal ball. The moment his hands touched the crystal ball, the white mist inside began to churn, and finally a snake appeared.

  Of course, it was not Voldemort's Horcrux that Albert was divining, but Voldemort's snake named Nagini.

   "A snake?"

  Dumbledore stared at the crystal ball that had returned to normal for a long time, and frowned deeply.

   "Very Slytherin, isn't it?"

   "It's a very risky act to entrust a part of the soul to something that can move and think on its own." Dumbledore looked away from the crystal ball and said lightly, without any intention of shying away from Albert.

   "Although the prediction of the future may change, I am quite confident that there should be no mistakes in divination of the past." Albert said confidently.

   "However, this is good news. We have found another Horcrux, and we are one step closer to defeating him." Dumbledore seemed in a good mood, "I hope you can keep this matter a secret."

"Of course it's okay. I don't want the mysterious man to know that I discovered the secret of his immortality." Albert directly stated that he would definitely keep the secret, then raised his finger and pointed to the surrounding portraits, "It's not me that you need to worry about." , but them."

   "They'll keep it a secret."

  (end of this chapter)