Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"...Are you really not bragging? Dumbledore actually tried to keep you?" Jody didn't believe the story Lockhart just told.

Oh, maybe it's more appropriate to call him Ian at this moment, and Jody was staying in the bar as an Asian Red Eye.

Next to him was Evely, who was sticking to him, and the girl seemed to be a little drunk and her face was flushed.

"Ah~How can you not believe me..." Lockhart complained.

"That's really aggrieved you. I refuse such a good job."

However, Lockhart shook his head hurriedly, "It's okay, being a professor may really not be suitable for me. I still like to be a good star writer under your arrangement."

It's easy to understand what this guy's cowardly looks from. Last semester, it was not peaceful since the middle of the year, and in the second half, this guy was even caught between Ian and Lucius.

During the transfer of the card game, Lucius felt that he was being fooled. Although that was not Jody's original intention, who would have thought that things had developed into this way.

"Okay, you can continue to perform on the tour as planned, and Evely the sales of the Wanjie Card will be carried out, and Mr. Ollivand's reputation will be borrowed a little."

"You really don't use anything you can use." Evely's red face rubbed against Jody's arm. The short sleeves could not block the transmission of heat, and they could not stop the leakage of the demon's eyes.

The charm.

Mr. Ollivander is now a girl's teacher. "Well, where? I still respect Mr. Ollivander very much."

"Then why don't you like to make the best use of it for me~"

Lockhart turned his head slightly and whistled, "I didn't see anything, there's no need to kill me."

Jody reached out and scraped Evely's nose.

"There may be no way to go today. I have to rush to the Hogwarts dinner."

Evely was not angry. She knew Jody's itinerary. Her focus was on other places, "That is, just change the time?"

Jody didn't dare to continue to take on the girl's teasing.

...This female hooligan.

………………………………………

Speaking of Dumbledore, the principal was staying in the Holy Spirit Palace at this time.

In the pure white palace, the pure white room. The white wizard and the black demon were both face to face.

Dumbledore raised his hand and looked at the item in his hand again.

In front of him, Voldemort One's soul, who had obviously experienced the unknown round of exploitation, looked to be extremely depressed.

"Haha, hahahaha. It seems that I have not lost everything yet. Your anxiety must be that there is still my clone who has not been found." Voldemort's hoarse voice made a weak mockery, without any domineeringness, and could feel it

It's a full end of the road.

Dumbledore spread out the pendant box in his hand. It was a very exquisite jewelry that looked extraordinary.

Judging from the patterns, it should be an antique.

This is one of Slytherin's relics. After countless years of age, Voldemort made a pendant box into one of his Horcruxes.

"They always say that magic is immortal, but as I grow older, I gradually understand that people still have to accept old age. I have spent all my efforts on investigating and researching it, and I have spent so much effort. The existence of the Horcrux remains Severus.

I told me in the letter to me. Then it was not until last year when Jody destroyed the diary that I learned that another Horcrux was destroyed by the Holy Spirit Palace.

Then there is it, and I was surprised when Arthur brought it to me.

Regulus Black…I must justify his name so that the magic world can understand that there is also uncorrupted justice in the Black family. And his extremely brave and loyal domestic elf.”

"Shisheshe~" Soul No. 1 let out an extremely harsh and weird laugh, "Domestic elf, was my Horcrux actually destroyed by a domestic elf? Shishesheshe~ No! Those dirty tribes,

They can't destroy what I left behind!"

"But this is the reality, Tom~ I'm sorry that things will make you so frustrated (Fu: I'm not depressed! I'm not!). Although it didn't completely destroy it, it can only be said to destroy half of it. Although that

Mr. Billicher fell into madness caused by magical disorders.

But it was indeed it stopped this Horcrux.”

Kliche's ancient magic circle was successfully formed to sacrifice, and domestic elves from all generations have offered supreme loyalty to the Black family.

But Voldemort's Horcrux was a bit weird after all. At the end of the moment, the pendant gave up some persistence and prevented Klich from cutting off his head and dying with the Horcrux.

The turbulent flow of magic made Black's old house mess, and then waited for the abnormal movement of magic to activate the protective magic.

The abnormality of Black's old house eventually triggered a series of Muggle riots, which eventually led to the Ministry of Magic's actions to wipe his butt.

And the one sent to inspect was exactly our Mr. Arthur Weasley.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Arthur did not dare to neglect the item when he realized it was related to Voldemort. Soon, this Horcrux, which was looking forward to a chance to make a comeback, was sent to Dumbledore.

Tsk, the ending is very bad.

If I had known it would have been better to die with Clice.

Since Dumbledore has indeed obtained evidence of the existence of the Horcrux, he naturally has to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic.

For this reason, he needed enough evidence, part of which was squeezed out from Soul No. 1.

It's not too hard, it's nothing compared to the young wizards who tried their best to protect the teachers and students of the school for him.

Dumbledore put away the pendant, and after completing the report, he would personally watch the Horcrux be destroyed.

"Dumbledore...I curse you! No matter how things develop, your ending will definitely not be good! I understand! I know you better than anyone else!!! You are not the kind-hearted look you pretended to be. You are so cruel and ruthless

guy!”

The Holy Spirit appeared silently, forcing the soul of Voldemort One to stay in place.

Dumbledore looked back expressionlessly, "Tom~"

Soul No. 1's roar paused briefly.

"I'll come to see you."

A simple promise made Soul No. 1 feel his sadness more clearly.

"Ah~ And!" Dumbledore remembered something again, and this time he turned around seriously and faced Soul No. 1, "You don't need to curse. I am indeed not worthy of a good ending."

The old man nodded, "Yes, you do know me. Just as I know you very much..."

Does anyone know you better than me?

My mortal enemy?