The card draw starts in Azkaban

Dumbledore was drinking tea next to him. He glanced at the somewhat chaotic scene. He showed no expression and had no intention of stopping these young people.

For him, he has seen such a scene more than once, because he has seen too many, and sometimes, he does not even have any emotional fluctuations.

Even if there is, most of the time it is a bystander mentality.

This is not a condescending feeling, it is a third-person viewing experience, although such a situation can easily lead to a condescending mentality - after Dumbledore discovered this many years ago, he worked hard to make himself equal.

No matter whether he was facing Muggles, young wizards, or even those immortal pure-blood wizards, or Dowey Jones or Voldemort, he always wanted to communicate with them on an equal footing without any airs.

When a person is tall enough, he can adjust his position at any time.

People can be backward compatible, but it is difficult to be upward compatible.

Dumbledore is free.

He is at the top of the mountain.

Dumbledore looked at this with great interest and said nothing. The scene in front of him was very suitable for him to sketch the character of Dowey Jones.

It should be a sketch, that's what I said.

He took a sip of coffee and thought happily.

At this time, Du Wei covered his forehead.

He heard someone whispering in his ear, and at the same time, the irresistible anger came into his mind!

"Poor little Tom was absolutely furious."

Du Wei said softly, as if he was peeling himself off: "His mood swings were too much, which affected me, but there is something wrong with this whispering voice."

Du Wei squinted his eyes and picked up the wand.

"Little Tom, do you still want to try Cruciatus?"

Du Wei asked in a hissing voice to himself, the veins on his neck even showing out!

Sirius stood beside him, not releasing the spell.

"Your condition is getting more and more serious. Maybe you also need to learn Occlumency."

When Sirius Black said this, he looked at Dumbledore. His meaning was very obvious. He hoped that Dumbledore would teach Duwei Occlumency.

"Do you need to learn Occlumency?"

Dumbledore asked with a smile. He looked at Dowey Jones like a kind old man who was trustworthy.

Dowey Jones waved his hand.

"No, no, of course not, why would you do that?

Voldemort's anger and pain are the sweetest nectar to me.

It’s just a little break from my monotonous life.”

Dowey Jones said that he felt Voldemort trying to break into his mind and pulled out his wand, but what he didn't expect was that Voldemort suddenly retreated when he entered his brain.

He ran away.

"coward!"

Dowey Jones sneered.

Dumbledore was drinking tea, but Duwei said impolitely: "Okay, old man, I didn't ask you to come here to drink tea."

He looked at Dumbledore and said, "It's time for you to hit the road."

Dumbledore put down his tea.

"On the road?"

He confirmed: "This is not a polite way of saying it. Are you sure you want me to go on the road? Die?"

"Yes, to be precise, I am wondering if I can use this matter to kill you."

Duwei said bluntly, and Sirius Black's eyes widened in surprise.

Dumbley said with great interest: "What are you going to do? Use a magic spell?"

"Take you to death. There is more than one way to kill you, and doing something to you is the stupidest way, isn't it, principal?

I am no match for you."

Duwei said, he stretched out his hand, put it on Dumbledore's arm and said: "Would you mind taking one more person to find Tom's last few Horcruxes?

Please go to Gaunt's old house."

"Gaunt's old house?"

In Little Hangleton Village, Gaunt's old house is opposite Old Tom's house. It is estimated that Tom is the only one left in the Gaunt family to die now.

Dumbledore also stood up after hearing this.

He knew this was business.

"Then why did you say you would kill me based on this incident? Is it Tom's Horcrux?"

"Don't you always want to get that thing? I will take you to find it."

Du Wei said casually, observing the purple card that Mr. Voldemort dropped.

Among the purple cards dropped by Mr. Voldemort, except for the purple [Avada Kedavra], which can directly add points, there are only two other cards that can be seen.

The first one is [Without a Trace], which is a magic created by Voldemort himself, which allows people to get rid of the shackles of the wand and fly freely.

Like an old bat.

In Deathly Hallows, the magic that Snape cast when he was attacked by Professor McGonagall was [Without a Trace].

He broke the glass and left, going to Voldemort to die.

The other thing is [Creation of Horcruxes], but this special magic has an extra layer underneath it, called "Sacrifice".

If you want to create a Horcrux, you need to "sacrifice" when creating the Horcrux.

It's just that this sacrifice is not his own sacrifice. Just like the scene of Old Tom's death, it is actually part of the sacrifice. Only another life can allow him to successfully escape death.

This is one of the true meanings of Horcruxes.

exchange.

Death cannot be avoided, and he can only be replaced and satisfied by extremely evil magic.

Du Wei didn't plan to create a Horcrux at first, but now, he felt like he could give it a try.

When Dumbledore heard Dowey Jones's words, his hands paused.

"Are you hinting at me, Jones?"

"No, it's me who's saving you. That's not right. It's Lupine who's saving you. I want you to die."

Du Wei continued to speak calmly.

'Think rationally.'

He needs a clear mind at all times to make sure that he can handle anything that happens here anytime and anywhere.

Find out where to start.

So he needs a Horcrux, a Horcrux that can wrap up all his negative emotions.

But under [Creation of Horcruxes], there is an extra line of reminder.

It's a line of bloody words.

[The God of Death is watching you, child. Even strong men like the three brothers cannot escape the claws of the God of Death. Hide, just be content, just like a mouse, like Haierbo, hiding in the shadows.

, I will never dare to show up]

That doesn't sound like intimidation.

More like a declaration of death!

Dumbledore looked at Dowey Jones intently, and he could feel that Dowey Jones was not telling lies.

But Dumbledore wasn't afraid of a challenge.

He laughed heartily.

"The old Gaunt house?"

He grabbed Du Wei's hand with his backhand, and the two people twisted and disappeared. When they reappeared, they appeared in a Muggle mansion.

"Little Hangleton isn't too far away, but I think there are other ways we can get there quickly."

Dumbledore said, he motioned for Dowey Jones to sit inside, took out the Floo powder and said, "I think we can use the Floo powder."

He said that he also had friends in Little Hangleton. “When people grow old, there are always some traces left by time. Like me, I have found a lot of friends in all kinds of time.

"

Dumbledore was very calm, "I have several friends in Little Hangleton. We can go to his house through the Floo network. Remember, it is Mr. Sengwe's house in Little Hangleton."

"

Mr. Dumbledore had Floo powder himself, so he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and handed it to Dowey Jones.

"Originally, we could have used portkeys to get there, but making portkeys requires permission from the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, it is illegal. As you know, there have been too many cases recently due to the illegal use of portkeys, so the Ministry of Magic cannot

Do not strengthen the supervision of door keys..."

Dumbledore seemed to have become a normal old man again, chattering.

Dowey Jones grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"I haven't tried Floo yet."

Duwei said, Dumbledore keenly heard the message in this sentence.

Never, never tried Floo?

Dumbledore motioned to Dowey Jones to come first.

Dowey Jones opened his mouth to speak, but at this moment, Voldemort's voice appeared next to his ear again, trying to disrupt his movements - every year, people who are harmed due to improper use of floo powder,

More than one.

Even if Dowey Jones is protected by countless armors, he may be injured due to irregular use of the Floo Network!

Dowey Jones pinched the floo powder and realized something was wrong. It didn't seem like Voldemort was playing tricks in his mind.

It's more like magic.

It's more of a, "curse?"

Inexplicably, Du Wei thought of curses. Only curses would appear so quietly without any changes in rules.

His guess was pretty close.

Voldemort did indeed curse him, and his curse did have an effect.

It is like an immortal ghost, constantly haunting Dowey Jones.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Dumbledore noticed something was wrong with Duwei. Duwei curled his lips and said, "Some little tricks, it's okay. My professor, you should probably be more worried about yourself!"

He spoke the name of the place accurately.

In Little Hangleton, Mr. Sengwe's house, the floo network transmission was like an unprotected shaking. Duwei felt that he was being shaken constantly, and something was hitting him in front of him.

Moreover, because he caught too many Floo powder, in fact, from the very beginning, Dumbledore felt that something was wrong with Dowey Jones because he caught a handful of Floo powder.

A handful!

Normally it’s a pinch!

So inside, he felt the extremely choking soot. He couldn't even open his eyes, so naturally he didn't know where he was. Also, because it was his first time to use floo powder, he was in a headlock.

In an arrogant manner, he crashed into Dumbledore's old friend's house and smashed his old friend's coffee table into pieces with his head!