Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

After finally confirming that Dumbledore's life was safe, Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and decided to put the matter of solving the Horcruxes on the agenda in advance.

After experiencing the failure of the raid on the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort and a small number of his minions who have returned have once again entered a brief dormant stage and started planning an important operation again.

If everything develops as expected, their plan for next year will be to take advantage of the Triwizard Tournament to use Harry's blood to complete the resurrection.

This huge plan is bound to involve a lot of energy, which means that during this period of time, he should not focus on protecting the Horcrux.

So, taking advantage of this period to catch all the Horcruxes in one go is undoubtedly the best choice.

Among the currently known Horcruxes, apart from the destroyed Gaunt's ring and Riddle's diary, as well as Harry who still knows nothing about it, there are only three remaining Horcruxes besides the Sword of Gryffindor.

A relic of the founder of Watts.

As for the serpent Nagini, since Voldemort did not return to Albania and did not meet the lost Bertha Jorkins, it has not yet been made into a Horcrux.

As a result, the only things that need to be resolved are Hufflepuff's gold cup, Ravenclaw's crown, and Slytherin's crown.

"Now that you have solved another Horcrux, Professor," Glenn thought for a moment and said to Dumbledore, "do you have any clues about the other ones?"

At this time, the information Dumbledore had was far less than that of Glenn who had traveled through time.

At least, although he had some suspicions, he was still unable to determine the exact number of Horcruxes.

"Everything is just conjecture, and many questions still need to be verified." Dumbledore said, "But I have found some clues worthy of attention."

Glenn said nothing and waited quietly for him to continue.

Dumbledore dug into several pockets of his robe and took out a small glass bottle with a narrow mouth.

"This is a memory, from an elderly house elf." He shook the glass bottle, letting the silver-blue flocculent substance inside slowly rotate. "Before sharing this memory with you, I also

There is a problem."

"You said." Glenn nodded.

Dumbledore didn't put too much emphasis on it and asked directly: "How much do you know about Voldemort's growth?"

Glenn pondered for a moment, and then said: "I don't know much about the situation. I only know that he was originally an orphan. He was once a rare outstanding student at Hogwarts, and he once won the school's special contribution award. However, the fact is that

It proves that these are just appearances, at least we can confirm that it was him who opened the secret room and framed Hagrid."

Dumbledore nodded slowly and briefly introduced Voldemort's origins, including the situation of the last generation of the Gaunt family, as well as the love and hatred between old Tom Riddle and Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's parents.

Qiu listened carefully, and a look of pity appeared on his face.

Indeed, judging from experience, Merope is not a qualified wife and mother, but she is indeed a poor woman.

Dumbledore waited for a while and then said: "As for what happened after Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts, you should be even stranger, right?"

At this time, Glenn naturally would not say that he knew everything. He just shook his head and waited for him to continue.

"As you know, with his excellent grades and performance in school, young Riddle can definitely get a very respectable job. Many professors have offered to recommend him to work in the Ministry of Magic, including

Including an old friend of mine, the Potions Professor at the time - Horace Slughorn, please remember this name, we will mention him again later - however, to everyone's expectation,

, Riddle rejected all suggestions and became a regular clerk at Borgin Burke."

Although Glenn had known about this for a long time, he still pretended that it was the first time he heard about it.

Qiu was also full of surprise.

"Of course, I believe you have guessed that this is not the job he is most looking forward to, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled and looked at Glenn.

Voldemort had always dreamed of becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Not only Glenn, but even Qiu had known this for a long time.

"Obviously, he did not get the answer he wanted from Armando Dippet." Dumbledore continued, "Armando thought he was still a little young and suggested that he apply again in two years. If he is

If he was still willing to be a teacher. Therefore, he had to settle for the next best thing and choose Borgin Bock."

"But, what attraction can a shop selling black magic items have to him?" Qiu hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

Dumbledore glanced at her with a smile and shook the small bottle containing the memory in his hand: "I believe that this memory can help you find the answer to this question."

He stood up, came to the cabinet where the Pensieve was located, waved his hand gently, and poured the rotating silver-blue substance into the basin.

Glenn and Qiu looked at each other, leaned over the stone basin, and were pulled into the dark void by invisible forces. After a short fall, they came to a living room.

The most obvious thing in the room is a huge old lady, wearing an exquisite ginger wig, and her outfit can be described as exaggerated.

She was holding an expensive jewelry mirror and using a large powder puff to apply rouge on her already bright red cheeks.

Compared to her size, the house elf putting on her shoes was so small that she was barely noticeable.

After she finished dressing up, the doorbell rang, and it was the young Tom Riddle who came.

All the scenes were exactly the same as those described in the original work. The old woman chatted with Riddle for a while and ordered the elf to get their "best treasure" to display.

In one of the boxes, Hufflepuff's golden cup is kept.

Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers, pinched the handle on one side, and picked up the cup from the soft satin cushion.

"Badger." Riddle carefully identified the carvings on the cup, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "This is..."

"Helga Hufflepuff, you are very good at it, clever boy!" the old woman giggled, pinched his sunken cheek teasingly, and then began to chatter.

As for the other box...

On a crimson velvet cushion lay a heavy golden locket.

Slytherin's Locket.

Riddle's eyes flashed red again, barely concealing his greedy look. He clutched the gold chain of the locket tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.