I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Where did you go just now?"

"The principal's office?"

"Did he steal something?"

Owen shook his head, "He didn't steal anything. Dumbledore doesn't have the habit of writing secrets on parchment."

"Then this is a serious violation of school rules. Just for this reason, we should catch him."

"We are also violating school rules by wandering in the corridor now." Owen said.

Hermione suddenly became unhappy, "Why are you defending him."

"Well-" Owen showed a thoughtful expression, "Maybe it's because I subconsciously think that guy can still be saved."

"Can be saved?" Hermione found it funny. What kind of reason is this, "You said before that everyone is equal, and now you have to give a thief special care?"

"Okay, since you said so," Owen looked down at Hermione, "I will talk to their dean about this tomorrow-what if the child is perverted? Well-mostly it's itchy. Have to beat him up."

As he said, a figure suddenly jumped out in front of them.

Before the two of them could speak.

The man opposite called out their names.

"Owen, Hermione!"

Harry ran over excitedly.

"I got the memory. Now let's go find Principal Dumbledore!"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Owen waved his hand, pouring cold water on Harry's enthusiasm, "Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts tonight. He went to the Ministry of Magic to discuss things with the Minister. I came here to inform you of this."

"It's a pity. I can't see the memory in the first time." Harry said with some regret, "Well, let's go back to the lounge first and find Dumbledore tomorrow morning."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The three of them parted ways at the spiral staircase.

Hermione and Harry went to the eighth floor, and Owen went down to the basement.

Before leaving, Miss Granger's face was still a little unhappy, but there was not much left.

Her hands were in her pockets.

Bull.

It seemed to contain a lot of things.

After touching those things, the clouds on Hermione's face disappeared in an instant.

She stepped onto the stairs happily.

The next morning, after breakfast, the three of them rushed to the headmaster's office.

They knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's tired voice sounded behind the door, "Come in."

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore's office was still the same, but the window was replaced by a black night sky full of stars.

The old headmaster was sitting in an office chair with a few letters at hand.

"Is it you?" Dumbledore said in surprise, "What's the matter so early?"

"Professor, we got Slughorn's memory." Harry said immediately, taking out two small glass bottles to show Dumbledore.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment after seeing the small glass bottles Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment after seeing the small glass bottles Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

"This is exciting news! It's great! I know you can do it!"

He obviously stayed up all night, which can be seen from his poor face.

Dumbledore hurried out from behind the table, took Slughorn's memory, strode to the cabinet with the Pensieve, picked up the stone basin, put the stone basin on the table, and poured the contents of the bottle into it.

"Now, we are going to see the truth of that period of history. Although there are speculations, this needs to be confirmed." As he said, he signaled the three young wizards to enter the Pensieve together.

Several people fell in the darkness and returned to Slughorn's office many years ago.

This memory was the memory of Voldemort asking Slughorn for advice on the splitting of Horcruxes when he was still a student.

To be honest, Senior Tom had already made two Horcruxes at that time, one was a diary made in the fifth grade, and the other was the Gaunt ring that killed his father's family during the summer vacation of the sixth grade.

Voldemort had already mastered how to split the soul and how to make the Horcrux spell at this time. He asked Slughorn just to determine the number of times the soul split.

He wanted to split the soul six times and make seven Horcruxes.

Because seven is a magical number in the wizarding world, and this is what Voldemort wanted to do.

Before this, both Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione knew the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes. In the second and third years, Owen had speculated and told them.

But speculation is just speculation, and what Dumbledore wanted was to know for sure whether it was really seven.

When it comes to Horcruxes, it is reasonable to be cautious.

"Here we are, Hermione, Owen, Harry!" Dumbledore whispered, "Let's go..."

The little wizard fell back to the floor of the office. Before Dumbledore could speak, Harry said, "Professor, Voldemort made seven Horcruxes. It is seven, exactly as we guessed before!"

"Yes, I also guessed this number at first. As Riddle said, seven is the most magical number. In fact, I have been waiting for this evidence for a long time." Dumbledore said, "It confirms the speculation..."

"We have destroyed several of them." Harry said, "Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket."

"And Hufflepuff's gold cup." Hermione prompted, "Maybe there is also Ravenclaw's diadem. You found it in your second year, right?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "You remember, Hermione. Tom has always been deeply interested in these famous ancient relics. Among the four founders, only the Sword of Gryffindor has survived. "

"So, I might have destroyed five!" said Harry.

"No, four!" Hermione corrected.

Harry still didn't know about the diary.

"That's five." Owen stared at Hermione and said with a half-smile, "It's impossible for me not to leave a backup plan."

"Really?" Hermione looked at him doubtfully.

"That's really good. There are only two left, and we are in sight of victory." Haliton said with a sense of relief.

"I already have clues about the sixth one, and I should be able to get it in a while." Dumbledore suddenly said, "But the last one."

His eyes quickly ran over Harry's face.

Just as Owen had worried before, Voldemort's body is now destroyed again, and the new body no longer contains Harry's blood. No one knows whether the magic of love will still exist in his body.

At this time, Dumbledore didn't know whether Harry could survive.

As he said that, the old principal suddenly changed the topic, "As for the Horcruxes, our countermeasures have been made clear. Now, let's take a look at the second memory."

As he spoke, he introduced the memory of the second glass bottle into the pensieve, and then the little wizards sank into darkness again.

A small villa appeared in the darkness.

The exterior shows a medieval British style. The stone walls are covered with moss and vines. The doors and windows are carved with exquisite patterns. Every stroke and every stroke is full of art. There is a simple copper door knocker inlaid on the door, with a phoenix spreading its wings engraved on it.

Slughorn appeared in the center of the picture. He walked into the house from the outside and walked around a room on the third floor without stopping.

Unlike the first memory, the time of this memory is obviously closer to the present.

Because Slughorn at this time is at least eighty-nine times similar to what he looks like now.

Owen speculated that this memory should be no more than twenty years ago.

"Ding dong——" Not long after he walked into the room, almost as soon as he entered with his front foot, the doorbell rang with his back foot.

Slughorn quickly returned to the living room and opened the door.

"professor."

Someone who surprised everyone appeared outside the door.

The man was delicate and handsome, with beautiful black hair and striking gray eyes.

The moment Harry saw him, he couldn't help shouting: "Is it Sirius?"

"No -" Dumbledore shook his head, "It's his brother."

"Regulus Black." Owen said calmly. He had speculated before that the death of Regulus might be related to Slughorn. Now it seems that there is indeed a connection.

"Hello." Regulus in his memory asked anxiously, "How is your research going?"

"Oh! Regulus." Slughorn said happily in front of the door, "It still takes time, but we finally have some insights."

He then invited Regulus into his room and headed to the third floor.

"I honestly don't know much about ancient runes."

This is obviously Slughorn's laboratory.

Except for the windows, the surrounding walls are filled with cabinets, and various magic materials are densely packed on them. At a glance, they are a bit scary.

It's like some kind of mad scientist's laboratory.

"So Professor, you can't create it?"

Regulus looked at Slughorn regretfully, his eyes falling on the table behind him.

"No -" Slughorn smiled, turned around and took out something from the drawer under the table behind him.

It looked like a pendant box.

Generally very similar to Slytherin's locket.

The surface is engraved with runes, and a blue crystal is inlaid on the top.

Owen, Hermione, and Harry recognized the thing almost immediately. It was Regulus's relic before his death. They had seen it in the Divine Grant Tower connected to the cave.

"Although it's difficult, but——"

"Professor, you are so amazing." Regulus smiled happily and took the strange thing.

"I don't know what you are going to do, but some of the things recorded on this stone tablet are very dangerous. They may have been left by ancient dark wizards. You must be careful." Slughorn said while stroking the table next to him. on a black stone slab.

Regulus had just focused his eyes on it.

"Professor, what is written on this?" Regulus asked.

"Well - it's a map and how to make the treasure key. As for the other content, it will take me some time to fully understand it."

"That's what I have in my hand"

"Yes, it's called a 'roadstone' and will guide you to the specific location of the 'treasure'. It looks like it's in Canada from the stone slab."

"Thank you, Professor." Regulus said, "Then I will take advantage of the summer vacation. I plan to look for this 'treasure'."

"Wait a minute - Regulus." Slughorn's face became a little more serious, "The group of people with this stone wall are very weird. They don't completely trust you, in case they try to trick you into something dangerous. Place. And-"

"and?"

"I suspect that the other party may be related to -" Slughorn said gruffly, "may be related to the Saints. Maybe you haven't noticed - I found Grindelwald's mark on both of them. ”

"Saints? Isn't that the fictional organization in "The Quibbler"?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps this is where the other party is smart? What is true and what is false prevents you from guessing the truth." Slughorn continued to warn: "Before again, the woman named Gabrielle Rozier had Appeared in the UK. At that time, she had attracted many outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, and recruited them to join the Wiccan Party or the Second Nurmengard. You know, they can't live openly and exchange the name of the organization. It’s normal to change, maybe you’re called a saint now?”

"Lily wrote to tell me that including your brother Sirius, James, Lupin, and many others have received invitations, and now it's your turn."

"Lily thinks that woman is abnormal and hopes that the school can investigate her. Professor McGonagall and I searched for her, but we could never find any trace of her, so in the end we had to leave it alone."

"Professor, although there is danger, I still want to give it a try. That thing called ancient magic can definitely change the current situation. I have made up my mind." Regulus said firmly.

"I will leave as soon as possible, try to be in August."

A look of determination appeared on the young boy's youthful face.

Gradually, the surrounding environment began to become unreal.

"It's over," Dumbledore whispered.

Then the scenery in the eyes of the four people suddenly changed.

When I felt the light again, I was still back in the principal's office.

"Roadstone. It turns out that the Divine Grant Tower is shrouded in holy mist! No wonder my grandpa has been looking for it for several months but there is no trace of it."

Owen returned from the pensieve and spoke immediately.

"It seems so." Dumbledore nodded.

Regarding road stones and holy mist, he learned about their functions and production methods from the collection in Ionia city.

"I think that Regulus learned about the existence of ancient magic because he participated in the exploration of the God's Grant Tower organized by my mother and others. I think he should have hoped to use this power to deal with Voldemort.

But he obviously didn't get what he wanted. "

"These things happened back then." Dumbledore sighed softly, and another ray of sadness lingered in his heart, "I missed too many opportunities."

"Professor, you did your best." Hermione spoke quickly and comforted her.

"But it's not enough," said the old man. "Well—now we must move on."

"Regarding the production of road stones, Owen, can you come?"

"This is easy." Owen nodded. "The method of making it is simple. It is just a key. It's just that the raw materials are more difficult to find."

Slughorn is just a master of potions. He was able to create this kind of road stone after studying an ancient stone slab behind closed doors for a period of time, which shows how difficult it is to make.

As for why Regulus chose Slughorn to help him, on the one hand, he was the dean of Slytherin House at the time, and he must have a good relationship with him.

On the other hand, he himself probably wanted to take part in the adventure.

If he was looking for Professor Dumbledore, not to mention whether he could gain the professor's trust as he had already joined the Death Eaters, even if the old headmaster chose to believe him, he would not be allowed to get involved. After all, it is essential to be on guard against others.

"Raw materials?" Dumbledore looked at Owen.

"Direction! Professor, that kind of Sefirot Crystal is everywhere in the mines under the city of Ionia. The most important thing in making road stones is the Sephiroth Crystal. Even George and Fred can make the others. ”

"I think the most likely reason my mother found Regulus is because the Black family may own the Sesame Crystal. After all, it is a pure-blood family that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is not impossible that she has come into contact with the Order of God's Favored Ones in the past."

"Well - I think it's very likely. After all, the pure-blood philosophy is deeply rooted in that family," Owen said.

"Well, it's possible." Dumbledore said. "Then, you should focus all your energy on making road stones. It seems that you will have to go to Canada to see him in a while."

"No problem Professor."

After Owen accepted the errand, Harry and Hermione left the principal's office together.

Compared to Harry, he was in high spirits because he felt that Voldemort's death was imminent.

Hermione's face was full of worry.

She worries about Owen's trip to Canada.

Owen comforted her so much that the little witch felt at ease.

In fact, the dangers in the Granted Tower vary.

But Owen believes that the most dangerous one off the coast of Italy has been solved.

Because only that one was calculated by Merlin himself.

Others, like the one in Brazil, if it weren't for Voldemort's involvement, perhaps Coatl, the chosen one of Quetzalcoatl, could solve it alone. For example, in the one in India, the remaining will of the Outer Gods was no match for an ordinary wizard, and his grandfather Grindelwald easily solved it. Not to mention the one in Australia, the seal of ten thousand years of reincarnation can last forever. As long as no one intervenes, the consciousness of the outer god will never return.

To sum up, Owen believes that the same is true in the divine tower in Canada.

At present, the only thing in danger may be the Divine Grant Tower on the Greek island of Mothrace.

Owen had a feeling that the story was about to reach its end.

Perhaps the final battle would take place within half a year.

Who knows what would happen when he gathered all the power of the Outer Gods in the seven God-granting Towers?

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In the following time, Owen went to Victor for help and worked hard to make road stones.

He wanted to make more than one.

With this thing, you might encounter a treasure hidden by the holy mist one day.

Hermione was still busy looking for the real murderer who disguised himself as him.

Although there was no harvest, the little witch was very excited and even mobilized D.A. members to search together.

Fortunately, Draco had been quiet for a few days recently, otherwise he would definitely be caught.