Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Achieving a Milestone [Snake Catcher Says]

You witnessed the death of a ?????-level dangerous creature, the basilisk, and participated in the assisting process or completed the kill yourself during the witnessing process.

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The scene was more tragic than Glenn imagined. In a pool of blood, the original shape of the basilisk's head could no longer be seen, leaving only a mess on the ground and a few white fragments of snake bones.

Fortunately, the two fangs survived and were not smashed into pieces by the golden hammer that fell from the sky.

With Dumbledore present, Riddle also knew that he would not be able to escape unscathed today, so he became quiet and didn't know what he was thinking.

Dumbledore walked slowly over, controlled one of the fangs with a hovering spell, and floated out of the pool of blood.

"If I'm not wrong, Professor, that diary should be a Horcrux, right?" Glenn pointed to Don's diary on the ground next to Draco and asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled at him: "I think we will be able to prove your guess soon."

"What is a Horcrux?" Harry asked confused.

Glenn shook his head slightly at him, signaling him to calm down and see how Dumbledore would handle it first.

Dumbledore took the fang floating in mid-air and walked to the diary.

"Aren't you going to say something, Tom?" He glanced at Riddle, whose face was as dark as ink, and asked.

Riddle took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the diary is a Horcrux. As expected, I can't hide anything from you."

"In that case, I have no choice but to destroy it in front of you. There happens to be something here that can be used to destroy the Horcrux." Dumbledore raised the basilisk fang in his hand and said, "If

If I guess correctly, your Horcrux should be more than just a diary, right?"

"We might as well make a deal, Dumbledore." Riddle did not answer his question directly, "With your character, you shouldn't give up on this child so easily, right?"

He pointed at Draco, who was still lying on the ground, and his voice was almost emotionless.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "At this point, you don't need to doubt."

Riddle seemed relieved: "In that case, we might as well make a deal."

"Oh? What deal?" Dumbledore smiled softly and said, "I don't think you have any bargaining chips."

"Although what happened today was beyond my expectation, it doesn't mean that I don't have any preparations." Riddle said coldly, "As you know, the other me is now in Malfoy Manor, where this person is locked up.

The child's mother is the bargaining chip I use to supervise him to work for me, but I didn't expect that it would come in handy at this time."

Dumbledore glanced at him and said, "Go on."

"I left surveillance magic on the diary. Once it is destroyed, the other me will know about it immediately and then kill that woman with my own hands." Riddle said with a hint of pride. "Imagine if

What will happen to this child when he wakes up and learns that his mother died because Dumbledore refused to save her?"

Glenn frowned slightly, he did not expect that Voldemort, who had always been conceited, would actually leave a way out this time, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Tell me about your request." Dumbledore asked without changing his expression.

There was a hint of joy on Riddle's face: "Give the child the diary and ask him to take it back to Malfoy Manor."

Glenn's heart tightened.

He knew Dumbledore's character, and in order to protect his students, he might really give up the opportunity at his fingertips and let the diary be taken away.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry, dear Tom, I don't intend to agree to your request."

Riddle thought he had a sure victory, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore actually rejected his deal.

Glenn, who was watching from the sidelines, was also slightly surprised. This was obviously not a choice that Dumbledore would make, unless there was another hidden reason.

"Are you just going to watch him take the path of depravity in your eyes?" Riddle looked at Dumbledore in disbelief and asked loudly.

"Of course not, Tom." Dumbledore said softly, "While we were chatting, Mrs. Amelia Bones of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was launching an investigation into Malfoy Manor with the help of several Aurors.

Raid inspection. I think they should have found the imprisoned Narcissa Malfoy by now. Of course, if you are lucky enough, they should also have arrested the other you who has not yet regained your strength."

"How is that possible?!" Riddle was shocked, "How do you know..."

Not only did he and Harry look shocked, but even Glenn was a little unbelievable. He had just revealed Harry's dream to Dumbledore yesterday, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore would move so quickly. In such a short period of time,

Aurors were arranged to search the house within one day. The old fox had such great influence in the Ministry of Magic. No wonder Fudge was so wary of him.

"I'm sorry, although your memory can no longer be passed on, I don't intend to tell you my source." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Riddle looked at him in despair and murmured: "This is impossible, you must be lying to me..."

"It's almost time, Tom, it's time to say goodbye." Dumbledore said, "I think you won't remember our exchange today when we meet again next time."

As he spoke, he handed the fang to Harry and said, "I'll leave this opportunity to you, Harry, aim at the diary and stab it hard."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then happily took the fang, came to the diary, raised his hand high, and stabbed down with all his strength.

"No!!!"

Riddle came back to his senses, with a look of despair on his face, and threw himself at Harry with all his strength in a meaningless manner.

The fangs penetrated into the center of the diary without any hindrance, and streams of black ink spurted out like blood.

Riddle's long and piercing scream resounded through the hall, and it was unclear whether it came from the diary or the spirit body in mid-air.

The soul body jumped halfway when it was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and could no longer move forward.

It twisted and struggled, its body was like a broken lantern, there was a penetrating wound in its heart, and golden rays of light bloomed from the wound.

Karl looked at him with an expression of sympathy and waved goodbye.

Riddle's eyes were full of unwilling pain and hatred, and the place shattered into pieces, turning into crystal light spots all over the sky, and slowly dissipated.