This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

‘Damn it, how could it be, is Sirius a pig? How did this thing leak out? ’

Andrew cursed secretly in his heart - he even wanted to curse himself.

Why were you so shameless at that time! If you shamelessly choose a prop...

But that's not okay... Sirius may not mind, but the old headmaster certainly won't, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall can't explain it either.

'Make it up, you have to make it up, find a suitable excuse...'

Andrew realized the seriousness of the problem. The danger of a Horcrux that might be activated was not that high. Dumbledore obviously knew about the existence of Horcruxes. Next, he had to find a way to hint that it was a Horcrux as soon as possible.

But just as he was thinking quickly, the principal's expression became solemn.

The memory scrolled again. The principal quickly looked through the memory, and then quickly passed it again, letting the memory freeze at the most prominent moment of the locket necklace.

"Albus, is there anything wrong with this thing?"

The only person who could break the silence brought by Dumbledore at this time was Professor McGonagall.

"It's just my unique conjecture."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but the look on his face was much relieved - there was no doubt that Dumbledore had made his own choice as always, leaving the most difficult problems to himself.

But Andrew on the other hand breathed a sigh of relief in his heart - in any case, it's good that Dumbledore noticed that it was a dangerous Horcrux.

"I have some ideas about the specific situation," Dumbledore said slowly. He took one last look at the locket necklace and raised his hand slightly, but was suddenly interrupted by Sirius's exclamation, " This thing, I think I’ve seen this thing before!”

Dumbledore's hand was frozen, and everyone's eyes focused on Sirius.

But Dumbledore didn't ask immediately - he immediately looked at Andrew with gentle eyes.

Without saying a word, Andrew cut off the memory reading and left the office obediently.

Then he and Bob at the door grimaced - because Professor Snape also came out with a livid face.

But the next person made Bob stupid. He looked at Andrew with dull eyes, as if the sky was falling.

But it was almost the same - because Professor McGonagall came out with a accustomed look on her face.

'The principal is so stubborn...but I'm afraid no one can gain the principal's complete trust when it comes to Horcruxes, unless the principal chooses to do so. ’

Andrew sighed inwardly, but had nothing to say. He stood quietly outside the door, doing nothing, waiting for the result.

This was obviously not a good time to talk, and he had no intention of challenging the professor's patience.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the door to open, and Sirius came out with a confused look on his face - obviously, he didn't know anything.

This expression greatly relieved Professor Snape's mood, and Andrew could even feel the heartfelt joy.

The principal himself was the last one to come out. Unlike Andrew's expectation, the principal's face was full of undissipated fighting spirit.

Fortunately, this awe-inspiring power was quickly replaced by a smile, "Don't be so anxious, just continue working normally, I'm still here."

The effect of these words on stabilizing the morale of the army was extraordinary, and the tense atmosphere caused by the two escaped prisoners disappeared instantly.

"Yes, I welcome him to come over. I still have accounts to settle with him."

Sirius even had a hint of expectation in his tone, but was quickly interrupted by Professor Snape, "Friends who fight each other? Oh, ex-friends, that's really exciting..."

He didn't even wait for Sirius to retaliate before walking away with a bit of joy, leaving Sirius to curse Snotlout before turning around and leaving. "Go back to class, Taylor," Professor McGonagall shook her head. "The Ministry of Magic's investigation is estimated to have no results today. Let's see what happens tomorrow."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew turned and left.

"Also," the professor called to Andrew, "after Hogsmeade week starts, you and the other prefects will participate in leading the guard - your fighting skills are very good."

"I'll do it, Professor."

"Well, go ahead."

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"Damn it, what the hell did I do!"

Mundungus looked at the unfamiliar forest in front of him and fell into panic.

He had no idea why it was like this, stupidly attacking students, stupidly entering Azkaban, and stupidly escaping from prison!

It was the first time he felt so awake - but this clarity made him want to die!

"Why am I so stupid? Since when did I become so arrogant and violent?"

He was so stupid that he attacked Hogwarts students and thought he had found a shortcut to make money!

‘You are just a stupid thief, where do you get this kind of courage? ’

He began to recall painfully - before going to Azkaban to atone for his sins, he still had some remedial sanity, but...

The memories are spliced ​​bit by bit - the dementors that sucked the emotions, the Azkaban that was suppressed to death, the memories that disappear from time to time and the... yes, the power that keeps people clear when they are affected by the dementors...

He looked at his clothes, and tremblingly took out the treasure he got from Sirius - no, this is not a treasure, it is a life-stealing demon!

He remembered! When he visited Sirius, his old problem came back, and he picked up some scraps that Sirius didn't want from the trash can that Sirius cleaned up in the old house.

Then he saw through the unusual origin of this thing at a glance, and in order to sell it for a good price, he chose to carry it with him.

Later... Later... Mundungus shuddered, and then he became bold and reckless, and his temper became a lot more irritable, until he woke up briefly before entering Azkaban.

But even the most sober people will periodically lose their emotions when they enter there...

'No, I have to save myself, I have to save myself... By the way, he can do it, he definitely can do it, Albus, he definitely can do it...'

"Absolutely not."

A strange voice appeared, and Mundungus felt that half of his body had lost control.

"What a disgusting and despicable creature," the strange and cold voice made a disgusted sound with half of its mouth, "If it weren't for that damn place, I should have been completely successful..."

The feeling of losing control became more and more serious, but Mundungus could not do anything - all his messy props were confiscated before he was imprisoned.

His consciousness began to sink, and his face began to deform rapidly.

A handsome face with a twisted face emerged, "Damn, I can't kill this disgusting thief, his consciousness is not completely released."

"But, it doesn't matter, I'm back, Dumbledore."

He looked into the distance, "No, it should be said that now I am Voldemort - Dumbledore, I'm here."