Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 206: Discussion on Horcruxes

"This diary?" Jerry gently closed the wooden door behind him and walked in Dumbledore's direction pretending to be relaxed and calm.

"Yes, this diary." Dumbledore nodded slightly, and his slender fingers touched the black cover of the diary with a single click. "I think since Jerry, you were from this diary at the time. If it comes out, then you should know what the true identity of this diary is."

Between the two talking, Jerry had already reached the steps in front of the principal's desk, raised his chin slightly, and kept his eyes parallel to Dumbledore sitting behind the desk.

"Why don't you also call the boy who called me out?" Jerry talked about another topic. The boy in his mouth was naturally Wright.

"I think this matter does not require Wright's participation for the time being." Dumbledore said, "Just now, you and me, and this diary."

The icy wind outside the window suddenly intensified again, causing the glass in the principal’s room to hum, and large snowflakes piled up on the edge of the window again and again, but the thick snow pile that had just been piled up for a while, it was immediately screamed. The storm took away a piece.

The principal's room.

Dumbledore looked calmly at Jerry with his eyelids down, looking forward to whether the former student could give the answer he wanted in his heart.

Even in the enchanted, warm-like principal's room, Jerry still felt like he was in a dry desert under the scorching sun. He couldn't help licking his inexplicably dry lips.

Just as Jerry was about to speak, a strange choking voice suddenly came from behind Dumbledore.

Then there was another call, and the phoenix, who looked very ill and had half of his feathers, was suddenly on fire. Almost in the blink of an eye, Phoenix completely became a burning fireball. After a scream, the phoenix fireball fell from the tall gold-plated perching branch and turned into a pile of black ashes faintly emitting fire, and piled up in the huge copper basin under the perching branch.

After a while, a small, wrinkled chick poked its head out of the ashes. There were only a few red feathers on top of its head all over its body, and all other parts were bare flesh. Brown skin with some translucent hairs.

"Mr. Principal, congratulations, your Phoenix Fox once again succeeded in Nirvana." Jerry congratulated Dumbledore.

"Yes, the phoenix is ​​really a very charming creature." Dumbledore turned his gaze to Fox who whispered softly in the ashes, "They can carry extremely heavy things, and their tears have healing effects. , They are also very loyal pets."

"However, the most important thing is that everyone knows," Dumbledore paused slightly, looked at Jerry again, and then slowly said, "Phoenix is ​​a kind of phoenix, and when they are about to die At that time, they will choose Nirvana to rebirth, and there is no known method that can completely kill the phoenix."

"I will ask you again now, Jerry." The old long voice sounded in the principal's room again, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Dumbledore's azure blue, penetrating eyes were hidden behind the two half-moon lenses that shone faintly under the reflection of candlelight, and looked at Jerry under the steps without blinking.

"I..." As if to avoid Dumbledore's gaze, Jerry lowered his head and secretly tightened the snake stick in his hand.

Since the recovery for more than a month, Jerry has learned from various aspects of information that this professor of transformation class who had been alert to himself in his student years, in the years when he was transformed into a diary, had What a great achievement.

As proud as Jerry, he didn't dare to say rashly that he could obtain the terrifying prestige and powerful strength of the old man in front of him.

What's more, this old man has completely defeated the future him—Voldemort, the real Tom Riddle.

The current Jerry, to put it nicely, is a principal's secretary who can represent the principal's will, but in fact, he is just a puppet of the principal who signed a contract!

Even if Basilisk was released from Slytherin's snake rod, Jerry was not sure if it could pose a threat to Dumbledore.

If this is the case, the only reliance will disappear. What else can we rely on?

After thinking about this, Jerry relaxed completely, and slowly raised his head.

"Very well, boy." Dumbledore said, the serious expression on his face disappeared the moment Jerry raised his head, replaced by a satisfied look.

"Very good," Dumbledore said again.

"This diary..." Just halfway through Jerry's words, Dumbledore reached out his hand to stop it.

"I know." Dumbledore said, and he extended his right hand towards the bookcase behind him.

After that, there was a sound of cutting through the air, and a large book with a brown and black leather surface flew out of the bookcase and landed firmly in Dumbledore's hands.

Jerry's pupils shrank suddenly! Because he has seen that book before! No, it should be said that I have read it eagerly!

"Cutting-edge Black Magic Decryption"!

"Mr. Euler Bullock does have a very in-depth study of black magic, even if compared to his predecessors." Dumbledore's left hand is light on the cover of "Cutting-edge Black Magic" Flicked over, and paused for a moment in the author's column.

"There is a kind of magic, even if it is in this book, it is the most evil kind." Dumbledore slowly opened the book in his hand and found exactly where the magic he was talking about. Page.

"This diary is a Horcrux, isn't it?" Dumbledore put his hand on the page, raised his head and said to Jerry, "Kill an innocent person~IndoMTL.com~ Split your own soul , A horror item just made."

"Yes, Professor! But..." Unknowingly, Jerry even restored the title he had given to Dumbledore during his lifetime.

"Miss Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes, Professor..." Jerry nodded hard, and at this time he had completely given up the idea of ​​explaining.

"It was you who opened the secret room, not Hagrid, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes..."

"But how did you know the existence of the Chamber of Secrets? Obviously you were only in sixth grade." Dumbledore frowned suddenly.

"Yes..." Before Jerry was finished, he was interrupted by Dumbledore again.

"It should be the Gunter family?" Although it was a questioning tone, Dumbledore seemed to affirm this idea. "There was a member of the Gunter family who also discovered the existence of the secret room. , Right?"

"Yes."

"Is the message Salazar Slytherin left for your descendants?"

"Yes."

"No wonder." Dumbledore nodded clearly.

But then, Dumbledore's brows frowned tightly again.

As everyone knows, even if Helbo, who invented the Horcrux production technique and successfully produced the Horcrux, just split his own into two.

But since Jerry who is standing in front of him now is a soul split by Tom, what's the matter with Harry?

I have never heard of a marriage between the Potter family and the descendants of Slytherin, so Harry is a natural snakelike voice?

Still...

Tom made more than one Horcrux?