It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 377

"Actually, there's one thing I've always wondered about, Professor."

The wet and salty sea breeze was blowing on Sherlock's face, and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks was constantly heard around him. He and Dumbledore walked side by side on the beach at night, and asked his own doubts.

"If he just wants to live forever, shouldn't the Sorcerer's Stone be a faster and more convenient choice in the first place? I have met Nick Flamel, he is indeed rich in knowledge and knowledge, but his appearance, others It may be difficult to say, but if Voldemort really wanted to do something to him when he was young, I don't think he could resist at all."

The night wind at four o'clock in the morning blew Dumbledore's robes loudly, and he seemed very happy that Sherlock could ask such a question.

"Before you became a professor at Hogwarts, that is, four years ago, he planned to snatch that thing. But I think there are many reasons why the Philosopher's Stone is not as appealing to Voldemort as Horcruxes. "

"The elixir of life does prolong life, but it must be drunk often, forever, to remain immortal."

"That way, Voldemort would be completely dependent on the potion, and if it ran out or was contaminated, or if the Philosopher's Stone was stolen, he would die like everyone else."

"Voldemort likes to act alone. He never regarded his subordinates as allies or reliable partners. They were more like tools. I believe he would find dependence intolerable, even if it was the elixir of life."

"Of course he was willing to drink it four years ago in order to get out of the horrible half-dead state he was in when he attacked Harry, but that was only to regain his body."

"After that, I believe he still intends to continue relying on his Horcrux. He doesn't need anything else, as long as he can regain a human body. He is already immortal. Or closer to immortality than anyone else."

Sherlock followed Dumbledore, thinking while walking.

"He has always only believed in himself, and never shared this trust with anyone else, even a dead thing like the Philosopher's Stone."

"This may be his natural habit, or it may be a character that he developed through experience later." Dumbledore said.

There are many uneven rocks on the ground. When Dumbledore is not using magic, Dumbledore is just an old man. It is very inconvenient to walk on such a road, and Sherlock is there to support him at the right time.

"It's the same even when it comes to picking objects that are Horcruxes. Voldemort likes to collect memorabilia, he likes objects that are powerfully magical and historically significant."

"His pride, his sense of entitlement, his determination to claim an astonishing place in the history of magic all make me think that Voldemort would have chosen his Horcruxes carefully, favoring objects worthy of that honor."

"The four treasures of the four founders are extremely attractive to Voldemort, and the other three have a high probability of being acquired by him, but I am sure that the only known relic of Gryffindor is safe and sound."

Sherlock was a little puzzled.

"Isn't that Sorting Hat also a Gryffindor relic?"

"Because the sorting hat itself is not just a hat that can sing and identify people's qualities. It is actually the same thing as the Gryffindor sword. The hat is actually the scabbard of the sword. The year the Chamber of Secrets is opened, I'll send Fox to you with that hat in his mouth."

They walked and chatted, and at this time they had come to a cliff.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me tripping over these stones. Although I'm not as physically fit as you young people when I get older, I'm not so old that I can't walk."

Dumbledore was not being modest, his actions did not seem to match his appearance, the pace of his actions was very vigorous, more like a young man.

"Is this where Riddle's former orphanage was?"

Looking at the surrounding environment, Sherlock felt a little unbelievable. Britain was at least a big economic country in modern times. How could the social welfare system be so poor.

Dumbledore explained.

"It's not here, to be precise. Half way up the cliffs behind us, there's a place that can barely be called a village."

"They took the orphans out there to breathe the sea air and watch the waves, and I think only Tom Riddle and the kids he bullied have ever been to where we are now."

"It's impossible for Muggles to climb this big rock, unless they're particularly good at rock climbing, and boats can't get close to the cliff, and the surrounding waters are too dangerous. I can imagine how Riddle managed to climb it. Magic must work better than ropes, He also took two small children with him, presumably for the pleasure of terrorizing them."

At last they stood on one of the largest rocks, and Dumbledore drew his wand and cast the Illuminating Charm.

The dark stone wall was illuminated by soft fluorescent lights, and at the same time they saw a long and narrow crack.

Sea water poured into the gap, swirled inside, and flowed into a deeper place.

"I followed Riddle's childhood experience to find this place, but I was not enough alone. We have to speed up, Sherlock, today is the first day of school, and we have to get back early for the entrance dinner. You You shouldn't mind getting your clothes wet."

Of course Sherlock didn't care, and when Dumbledore asked this question, he had already put his wand in his mouth, and then slipped gently from the pebble into the water, towards the dark crack in the rock face. swim.

The old body didn't seem to care about the cold sea water at all, and Sherlock followed behind him, closely behind.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, and Sherlock could tell that the tunnel would be filled with sea water when the tide was high.

The slimy rock walls on both sides were only three feet apart, and under the flash of Dumbledore's wand, they glistened wetly like asphalt. It stretches all the way to the deepest part of the cliff.

In this way, they walked forward for about a few minutes, and Sherlock saw Dumbledore in front of him standing upright from the water, his silver-white hair and black robe reflecting the water.

This is a cave, and there are layers of high stone steps under the water so that they can walk into the center of the cave.

Dumbledore held up his fluorescent wand and carefully observed the walls and ceiling of the cave, while Sherlock used magic to dry the drenched robes of the two.

(End of this chapter)