Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1156: Destroyed Pendant

In the quiet midnight, a figure appeared out of thin air at the corner of the street. It was an elderly man, wearing a robe that was out of tune with the surroundings. The old man took out a silver lighter from the pocket of his robe, flicked it open, and held it high. The nearest street light went out with a "pop", and after a while, the whole street fell back into silent darkness.

The old man looked around and made sure that there was no one around, before raising his feet and walking towards a dirty alley nearby. The oncoming stench made him frown slightly. He walked into the alley with his feet up, and soon stopped in front of an old house, reaching out and knocking on the door lightly.

A few seconds later, there was a sound from behind the door, and then the door was opened a crack.

"Oh, my God, I was almost scared by your letter and ran away. What's the matter? You have to come to me in person." Mundungus opened the door, broken He grumbled to the elderly old man outside.

"We'd better not say it here," Dumbledore said, smiling.

"Yes, come first."

Mundungus hurriedly stepped back, made way for the door, and invited Dumbledore into the room.

After Dumbledore entered the room, he also put his head out of the door and looked around cautiously, making sure that no one was there before closing the door again.

Although Mundungus knew the chances of a tail being followed were low, he couldn't risk letting others know that he had a connection to Dumbledore, or the Death Eaters might come to him one day.

"If it's something dangerous, don't come to me." Mundungus looked at Dumbledore uneasily and asked him the purpose of his visit.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to confirm one thing with you and ask for some news by the way." Dumbledore motioned Mundungus to sit down and said slowly.

"Confirm what?" Mundungus asked warily.

"You took something from 12 Grimmauld Place, didn't you."

"Oh, you mean that rubbish?" Mundungus bulged in his heart and quickly quibble: "I asked Sirius, and he said that the **** is no longer needed, so I..."

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know if there is a locket in the thing you took away." Dumbledore stared into Mundungus' eyes and asked, "That thing is still with you. Let's go!"

"Is it worth the money?"

Mundungus' eyes were dodged, not daring to look directly at Dumbledore.

"Very valuable in a way." Dumbledore smiled. "But that locket was equally dangerous."

"Dangerous, dark magic items?" Mundongus muttered, fetching a suitcase from the corner of the room, from which he took a golden locket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Shouldn't be, I took it myself, it's fine, just can't open it, but... honestly, I think it should be valuable."

"Fortunately you didn't open it."

Dumbledore didn't reach for it, but looked up and down the locket in front of him. Sure enough, it was the same as the Slytherin's locket he had seen in his memory. There was Slytherin's locket on the gold cover of the locket. Snake mark.

"What happens when I open it?" Mundungus asked curiously.

"I don't know, something very terrible could happen." Dumbledore couldn't see any black magic being applied by Voldemort on the locket, but he was sure that the black magic on the Horcrux was dangerous.

"A very scary thing?"

Mundungus was so frightened that his hands shook, and the locket fell directly on the table. He hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the locket on the table.

Dumbledore looked at the terrified Mundungus and felt a little funny, but he seemed to remember something, and took out a bag of Galleons from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is?"

As Dumbledore took out the purse, Mundungus nearly jumped up, clutching the purse tightly in his hand.

"Pay you."

"This is for me?"

Mundungus stared at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Well, I need your help with some news."

"What news."

Mundungus hesitated, worried about the trouble.

"As far as I know, someone privately offered a reward for Albert with a large amount of Galleons." Dumbledore took out the dragonskin gloves and put them on his hands, picked up the locket and put it in the wooden box prepared in advance. inside.

"Oh, I do know about this." Mundungus quickly counted the Galleons in the bag, and said casually, "I heard that the Malfoys offered a reward of ten thousand Galleons for Anderson's life, which was scattered in the gray A lot of guys in the strip are interested in this."

"But you should know..."

When Mundungus finished counting Galleons and raised his head, he met Dumbledore's wand, and his eyes fell into a brief moment of confusion.

Dumbledore erased Mundungus' memory of the pendant box, and although it is unlikely that the other party will leak it out, the less people know about the Horcrux, the better.

"I hope you can help figure out how many people are interested in Albert's Wanted." Dumbledore put his wand back in his pocket, and when Mundungus recovered, he continued: "I need you to find out if someone is planning to hack Albert to earn this huge bounty?"

"I know something about this..."

Mundungus shoved the purse into his own pocket: "Oh, no problem. But why are you paying attention to this?"

"Anyway, you help me investigate this matter first, and I will have other things for you to do in the future." Dumbledore reminded: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, that bag of Galleons is a deposit."

Mundungus clutched his pocket and mumbled, "You've never been in the habit of paying."

"You can think that the bag of Galleons was paid by Albert." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I see, no wonder it's so generous." Mundungus nodded in understanding, "However, it wasn't the Weasleys who came looking for me?"

"By the way, what did you just ask me to do?" Mundungus looked confused, as if it was the aftermath of the Oblivion Curse.

"I need you to continue to pay attention to Albert's news, the more detailed the better." Dumbledore thought about it and said, "You may need your help to pass some wrong news at that time, to dispel whether other people are eyeing Albert. special.”

"I'm afraid it's not easy, after all that Galleon is too tempting." Mundungus muttered, "hardly anyone can refuse."

"Don't worry, there are many ways to get them to give up on this impractical approach," said Dumbledore calmly.

"You seem to care about that Albert?" Mundungus was very curious that Dumbledore had made a special trip for this.

"Albert has provided a lot of help to the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said calmly. "If possible, we don't want him in an accident."

"A lot of help, how could I not know." Mundungus muttered.

"I don't expect you to know much," said Dumbledore, standing up. "This has to be secret, and it's best to find out as soon as possible."

"Okay, if you have anything else you can call me," Mundungus assured, patting his chest.

With Galleons, who doesn't like it?

After leaving Mundungus, Dumbledore hurried back to Hogwarts with the Horcrux he had just acquired.

This time, he didn't rush to destroy the Horcrux, but first brought himself a cup of milk tea and waited for his mood to stabilize before taking out Gryffindor's sword from the glass box next to him.

"I have to remind you that the last time you fiddled with this thing, you nearly lost your life."

The silver-haired old witch in the wall portrait suddenly opened her eyes and reminded.

"Don't worry Dalys, I'm fully prepared this time." Dumbledore came to the desk with the Gryffindor sword.

The portraits who were already asleep opened their eyes one after another and looked at Dumbledore who had picked up the Gryffindor sword, wondering what he wanted to do this time?

"You were so confident last time that you almost lost your life!" the old man with the goatee beside him said angrily, but he was soon hit with a cane and grinned in pain.

"I won't make the same mistake twice."

Dumbledore put on his gloves again, took out the pendant box and put it on the table, picked up the Gryffindor sword next to him, and prepared to split the pendant box in half.

However, the sword that was slashed was missed, and the long sword cut off the silver chain of the pendant box and slashed **** the table.

"Are you chopping the table?" Phineas asked with a smile, dodging the waving wand.

"So it is."

Dumbledore ignored the teasing of the portrait. He could clearly feel that the soul in the locket was very agitated, and Tom's remnant clearly felt that the Gryffindor sword would pose a threat to the locket.

"What the **** is this, I feel like the locket just moved?"

Phineas squeezed into the nearest frame, looked curiously at the S serpent mark on the pendant box, and murmured, "Is this thing a Slytherin relic?"

"This is indeed Slacklin's pendant box."

"Then what did you destroy it for?"

"Dumbledore had his reasons for doing that." Phineas was shut up by a shrewd witch waving a very thick wand.

"Someone has cast a terrible black magic on the locket," Dumbledore explained vaguely.

"So, you're going to just destroy it?"

"Unfortunately, this is the safest way."

Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it gently at Slytherin's pendant box. The slot on the desk slightly protruded, and the pendant box happened to be firmly stuck on the table to ensure that it could never escape again. robbery.

"It's too late, Tom."

Dumbledore raised his sword and slashed again.

Before the Gryffindor sword fell, completely destroying the locket, its little golden lid popped open by itself with a "click".

The locket was filled with thick darkness, and in the darkness was a pair of eerie eyes, blinking at Dumbledore.

"Albus Dumbledore, I see your desires, your fears, Voldemort already knows your plans, you..."

Immediately afterwards, two heads suddenly appeared in the locket. They were the heads of his sister Ariana and his best friend Grindelwald, and they frantically wrapped around Dumbledore, trying to stop him from swinging his sword.

"Illusion?"

Dumbledore looked up and down these two soap-bubble grotesque things. Without giving them a chance to speak, the Gryffindor sword in his hand was changed into a thorn and stabbed directly into the pendant box, and the office suddenly sounded. A long scream.

Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed.

The apparitions of Ariana and Grindelwald are completely gone.

"It's over!" Dumbledore took a deep breath and murmured, "It's over, Tom, this time it's you who should be afraid."

After he finished speaking, he lifted the small golden lid of the locket with the tip of his sword, looked at the silk lining with wisps of green smoke inside, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, in the case of the ring last time, Dumbledore did not rush to reach out to touch it, but carefully observed to ensure that there was no black magic residue on the remains of the pendant box before picking it up and putting it in the drawer of his desk.

It also contained a notebook with a hole punched by the basilisk's fangs, a Ravenclaw tiara stored in a glass case, an ugly black gemstone ring, where Dumbledore put the remains of the locket Afterwards, the remains of the four Horcruxes were collected inside.

By the way, he also killed the viper named Nagini.

It's incredible to think that they have now destroyed five Horcruxes.

If Voldemort made six Horcruxes, the last would be Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

"It's really thanks to Albert?" Dumbledore sighed softly.

As long as all the Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort is just an ordinary mortal whose soul has been damaged and can be killed~IndoMTL.com~ Although at that time, killing a wizard like Voldemort still required extraordinary abilities and skills, but Dumbledore wasn't worried...what worried him If he wanted to kill Voldemort completely, he had to destroy that little piece of soul on Harry's forehead that Voldemort didn't even realize.

That means Harry must die.

This is undoubtedly an unacceptably cruel fact, but it cannot be avoided if Voldemort is to be completely eliminated.

"How am I going to tell him this?" Dumbledore murmured. He needed to tell Harry the truth at the right moment.

However, it is undoubtedly very difficult to make a person die heroically. This requires not only extraordinary courage and courage, but also the courage of the other party to face death.

Dumbledore has seen too many brave people, cowering in the face of death, and he must give Harry the courage to face death at the most critical moment.

"What should I do?"

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the resurrection stone in the drawer, and he murmured, "Maybe, I should write a will."

"The will, I thought you wrote it long ago?" Phineas said in surprise as Dumbledore put the sword back in the glass case.

"Yes, the will has indeed been written, but some parts need to be revised."

Dumbledore sat back at his desk, took a piece of parchment from the side, wrote something on it, folded the note, and handed it to Phoenix Fox.

"Give this to him."

Fox emits a small tweet and disappears with a note.

After Fox left, Dumbledore picked up the quill and revised his will. He planned to leave the Resurrection Stone to Harry through his will.

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