Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 646 Seven Horcruxes

Slughorn's eyes fell on McGuffin for a long time,
It was like recalling the scene when he first met this little wizard.

Dumbledore didn't urge him too much.

However, some people can't wait.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore's face, looked at the expression of Horace on the opposite side, finally couldn't hold it back, and said anxiously, "Albus... now is not the time to play guessing games, Harry and the other warriors are now missing, in case they fall into..."

He didn't go on, but everyone already understood what he meant by what he was going to say next.

"Don't worry... Fudge, Harry and the others are still safe for the time being..."

"What!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore in a strange way, and asked hastily, "How do you know that?"

"It's not just me, the McGuffin in front of you should also know..."

"Really? Albert...Harry has already told me that you gave him a Christmas present..." Dumbledore smiled at McGuffin, "Using yourself to split the thought body to let Harry detect the danger ahead... This is a very clever idea."

"I don't know!"

Not only Cornelius Fudge looked at McGuffin with wide eyes, but almost all the professors around looked at him in disbelief.

Shir!
'What else does the old bee not know. '

After McGuffin complained in his heart, he could only raise his head to face the curious eyes of everyone, and explained the Christmas present he gave Harry.

—that old Snitch with the little Geffen in it.

"...I can indeed confirm Harry's current condition through the survival of that little thing... Although I don't know the general situation because of the distance, there is no doubt that Harry is using this little thing to detect the surrounding environment, and he has not encountered any fatal crisis."

McGuffin's explanation eased the worries of the extremely referees present and Fudge a lot.

But then they began to worry about another thing.

—Dumbledore's current physical condition.

His current performance is really not optimistic.

Everyone hesitated to speak, because they actually didn't know what Dumbledore was doing...

At this time, the illusory plant in the palm of Dumbledore's left hand, which resembled a seedling of the World Tree... finally stopped growing rapidly.

This thing swayed its branches and leaves, emitting a soft green light, corresponding to the light from the golden tree... in front of the island.

This scene is very dreamy.

But the price of this beautiful scene is...Dumbledore's body and magic power are rapidly weakening, and he looks decades older than before.

That body that was so strong was like a leaky bellows... Even breathing hard, it made a long pulling sound.

Horace Slughorn finally couldn't sit still seeing his old colleagues and old friends reduced to such a fate.

He seemed to know what Dumbledore was up to.

"Albus, why are you doing this? Even if you find Harry and the others in this way... then who will deal with the mysterious person who is about to appear? You should know that the only way to really kill him is to find..."

As he spoke, Horace Slughorn suddenly fell silent.

He suddenly figured out something, and his eyes fell on Dumbledore's hand, looking in horror at that... the tree species that kept showing Voldemort's terrifying face,

Horace took a step back and looked away quickly, as if afraid of hurting his eyes.

Cough cough--

boom!boom!
Dumbledore coughed again and again, and he punched himself in the chest with great effort. After barely suppressing the sensation, he immediately raised his head and said to Horace, "It seems that you understand! My old friend..."

"With the help of Harry, Mr. McGuffin Albert, and Mad-Eye Moody...I can almost confirm that we have eliminated most of Voldemort's hidden Horcruxes..."

"Although I already have a rough understanding of the weight and quality of a soul based on the magic mud prints handed down from the ancient Egyptian wizard empire...the maximum can be damaged, or cut several times."

"But the exact number of [horcruxes] is still not accurate..."

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Slughorn's face was extremely gloomy, as if he had guessed what Dumbledore wanted to ask.

Without waiting for the old bee to continue speaking, she hurriedly strode up to Dumbledore's side and waved her wand directly,

"nonsense!"

A mosaic of rainbow light rippled through the air from the tip of his spell like ripples.

McGuffin knew the spell was for coding,

What it does is turn what's said between the two of you... into a flurry of speech that doesn't make sense to the other person.

It's like setting up a private chat room directly in front of other people.

However, perhaps because McGuffin himself was also an insider about this matter, Horace did not isolate him from this 'chat room',
McGuffin could still hear Horace and Dumbledore clearly.

"I'm not forcing you, Horace. Originally, I used this matter as a test for Harry, and let him slowly understand the cause and effect of this matter from you in the next few years..."

"But you also understand that the situation is no longer allowed to take it slowly, things are deteriorating too fast."

"Do you really want to know about that? You should know that I regret telling that person... the answer..."

"Dear Horace... We all made some small mistakes, not to mention that no one expected that Tom Riddle, who is extremely outstanding and will definitely become a big man in the eyes of everyone... will cause such great harm to the magic world until now."

Hearing Dumbledore mention Voldemort's original name, Horace Slugdorn shuddered, and quickly glanced at the world tree seed containing [Horcrux Soul Fragment] in Dumbledore's hand.

"Not everyone... not everyone..."

"Albus, at that time... didn't you already see through that guy's true colors?"

"Okay, don't ask me a second time, I really don't want to remember!"

Horace finally compromised. He stared straight at a certain place in the air. After about three or four seconds, he spoke slowly and tremblingly,
"That person's original words are as follows—"

"...I want to ask you sir out of curiosity—is a [Horcrux] useful? Can the soul only be split once? Is it better to have more pieces, and make you stronger? For example, isn't seven the number with the best magic power, seven—?"

Slughorn uttered these hideous words in a tone that was slightly feverish and agitated.

Then, after his eyeballs trembled twice, he panted quickly... as if he had recovered from that memory.

He whispered in cold sweat and horror, "You heard that too, Albus!"

"...It's seven...seven Horcruxes!"

(End of this chapter)