Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The background color of the building of the orphanage is white, but under the erosion of wind and rain, the gray walls have been exposed.

The wall is covered by a kind of creeper-like vine, which looks gloomy from a distance, and it is really a good place for shooting horror movies.

The ground next to the building is full of broken glass and wall skin that has fallen off due to erosion. An occasional small red leather shoe is the brightest color here.

"...The old man's daughter died here. On the second floor, there was a killing curse first, and then she was burned into nothingness by Fiendfire, leaving nothing behind."

"In other words, Tom came here 12 years ago?"

Dumbledore nodded, and pushed open the wooden door of the building. There was also a lock on the wooden door, but it had already been destroyed.

"I think so, apart from Tom, there shouldn't be any dark wizard who would come to this remote and deserted place on purpose!"

"I think so, there's nothing to see here..."

The walls in the corridor were cracked and cracked due to years of disrepair, which looked very dangerous.

There were spider webs hanging from the ceiling, and rats could be seen on the ground. There was a decaying smell in the air, which shocked the nerves of the two.

"...To be honest, I'm a little curious. Is there anything Tom misses here? Why does he have to hide the Horcrux here?"

On the side, Dumbledore carefully avoided the half-drawn wall hanging above his head, stepped up the stairs facing the door with a tattered handle, and walked towards the room where Tom once lived on the second floor.

"...I don't think...not...As far as I know, Tom hates this place so much that he has repeatedly applied to Principal Armando to stay at the school during the summer vacation.

For him, this place represents his low self-esteem, cowardice, and unwillingness to look back on the past. No one loathes and dislikes this orphanage more than him! "

Walking up with Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin faintly whispered in his ears. The voice was low and full of temptation, like a gentle hand leading him into the abyss of desire.

It's a pity that the owner of the voice is a little short-sighted, and only cares about rights, sex, and power.

To tempt Wang Xuebin based on these alone, I'm afraid it's a bit of a dream.

"Since he doesn't like this place, why would he choose to hide such important things here?"

When they came to the second floor, the whispers became louder and louder, but neither Wang Xuebin nor Dumbledore turned a blind eye to it. They went straight to the room at the deepest part of the corridor, and gently pushed away the only one that was intact. door.

"I think..."

Seeing a gleaming golden cup looming on the table by the window in the room, Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore stopped in unison, their expressions serious.

"...It should be that Tom has nowhere else to go..."

Chapter 539 Number of Horcruxes, Deng Versailles Bullido

In a room deep on the second floor of Wu's Orphanage, Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore watched the scene in front of them silently with bated breath.

A bed, a set of tables and chairs, a cabinet, and a thick opaque curtain are these simple decorations that accompanied Voldemort's childhood.

"...Beware of traces of magic..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's murmur, and looking at the traces of the fire in the center of the room, Dumbledore nodded solemnly, and said softly:

"That's right, the cautious and suspicious Tom has set up countless warning spells here...

Even for me, it is not an easy task to get that gold cup without alarming him! "

The walls are densely covered with runes. As long as someone steps into the room, they will be tortured to death by the preset trap.

Over 12 years, at least six people were killed by this trap, and with their blood and lives, the power of vigilante magic was strengthened.

"Can't you startle him?"

Dumbledore nodded silently when he heard the words, and took out a extinguisher from his arms. With a light touch, the only intact incandescent lamp lit up.

"Given Tom's fear of death, he will definitely not make just one Horcrux, and a Horcrux can only keep six at most at the same time!

Once there are more than six, the maker of the Horcruxes will collapse due to too much soul tearing, judging from Tom's current posture, he should have made five Horcruxes..."

As Dumbledore said, he took out his wand with his right hand and waved it at his body. In the blink of an eye, the windbreaker and hat on his body changed back into a decent wizard robe.

It turned out that his clothes, like Wang Xuebin's, were all transformed by transfiguration.

"...Before we find Tom's Horcrux completely, we should not disturb him, or try not to disturb him. Once we start to alert the snake, our plan will become very troublesome!

Wang Xuebin nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Dumbledore who was frowning, and asked curiously:

"By the way, how many Horcruxes have you found?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore recovered, looked at Wang Xuebin meaningfully, nodded slightly, and said

"Five Horcruxes, now I have found four!

One is the Ravenclaw Diadem, hidden in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.One is the Slytherin pendant, which is always carried by Tom.

In addition to the Hufflepuff gold cup and the ring hidden in the Gaunt family, all we need to find... is the last Horcrux..."

"Is it..."

After a long time of trouble, except for the diary in his hand, Dumbledore has found all the other Horcruxes...

This incident was so troublesome... If he had taken out the diary earlier, he probably wouldn't have needed to make this trip.

If it weren't for the fear of alarming Voldemort, would Dumbledore need to be so timid?

It's just a trap, there is no trap that can't be solved with one explosion spell, if there is, then two shots!

"Well... To be honest, I seem to have some clues about the whereabouts of Tom's fifth Horcrux, but I'm not sure if it's true or not.

If you need it, we will discuss it in detail after this matter is finished..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore didn't show surprise or surprise at all, but nodded silently, and said sincerely:

"If it is you, I believe that the day when Tom fails is not far away..."

"Heh... maybe..."

Wang Xuebin laughed dryly, shook his head, did not say anything more, raised his hand, and a thick "Book of Abraham" appeared in his hand.

"Well... beautiful magic... your magic, no matter how many times I see it, it still feels amazing..."

Wang Xuebin smiled slightly at this, without explaining, opened the 3 pages of the booklet and placed it on the floor outside the room door.

"I once heard Mr. Flamel say that your talent in alchemy is no less than his. Why didn't you stick to it later?"

Wang Xuebin took out various materials from the space, activated them, twisted them into various shapes with his hands, and placed them on the floor one by one, chatting without raising his head.

Behind him, Dumbledore, who was watching Wang Xuebin's actions curiously, raised his eyebrows when he heard Wang Xuebin's words, shook his head and explained with a smile:

"Well... I have to say that Mr. Flamel thinks too much of me... My talent in alchemy and creation is far from being comparable to that of you and Mr. Flamel...

In the limited time, I prefer to study some things I am good at, such as transfiguration, charms...

If there is a chance in the future, I still want to study the magical technology of the Muggle world, as for alchemy... To be honest, he is not what I am interested in..."

Seeing Dumbledore playing with the extinguisher in his hand, the corners of Wang Xuebin's mouth twitched.

The light extinguisher, the full name should be called the light source absorbing and returning device, its function is very simple, as the name suggests, it can absorb and return all light sources!

Does it sound familiar...

If you don't understand it like this, let's put it another way, the little gadget in Dumbledore's hand is a solar high-energy laser transmitter... Got it...

This thing is a small toy that Dumbledore made at will with the help of scraps from Nicolas May's alchemy room during his vacation time.

That’s right, it’s really just a small toy, and he only uses it to turn on and off the lights on weekdays. For him, the meaning of the existence of the extinguisher is to allow him to realize the freedom of turning off the lights in bed without using a wand That's all...

You tell me you have no talent?

Old Versailles...

"Okay... well..."

What else can Wang Xuebin say?

Say you think your talents for Charms and Transfiguration are better?

Nonsense, he doesn't want to say anything...

One after another, the runes were engraved on the ground, forming a triangle with the book as the center.

"...Oh... Sealing the magic circle, cutting off all internal and external connections... I must admit that your thinking is indeed very special..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, I don't know if it was a compliment or admiration, Wang Xuebin kept a straight face, without the slightest desire to speak.

Pull out your own wand, push down the tip of the wand, clenched your left hand tightly, and put your right hand in the shape of a palm. With your palm against the end of the wand, take a deep breath, exhale it slowly, and press down suddenly.

In just an instant, the center of the book seemed to turn into a ball of orange-red slime space, completely containing the tip of the fifteen-inch magic wand.

'Puff~'

There was a muffled sound, and the slime in the book seemed to be boiling, boiling and overflowing.

The overflow of mucus didn't mean to stop at all, it flowed from the book to the outside of the book, from the magic circle to the outside of the magic circle...

Gradually, the corridor on the second floor was completely filled with orange-red slime, and it began to rush towards the first and third floors.

Seeing this scene, neither Wang Xuebin nor Dumbledore meant to make a fuss. They watched the mucus quietly and completely wrapped the entire orphanage before standing up.

"Are you coming or am I coming?"

"...Let me do it, the most troublesome thing has been solved by you, leave the hard work to me!"

"OK, it doesn't matter whoever comes, please!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

'boom! ! ! '

Chapter 540 Gaunt's Old House

"The Gold Cup... Ms. Hufflepuff's relic, does it have any special purpose?"

There are dense yew forests on both sides of the small road in the country. In the yew forest, you can faintly see a square of graves scattered among the trees.

Here is the village of Little Hangleton, not far from the old house of the Gaunt family.

Little Hangleton Village is really a small village, with a total of only a dozen families, but here, there is also a well-known local wealthy family—the Riddle family.

It is said to be a family, but in fact it is just a local rich man in the countryside. He made his fortune by doing the yew shirt wood business, and he can only boast in the village.

Of course, the Riddle family is no more today, having died more than 30 years ago.

It is said that he was killed by Little Gaunt of the Gaunts of Great Hangleton, but no one knows how or why.

The villagers just vaguely remember that on that night more than 30 years ago, the pale green light was very dazzling, and the howling sound resounded all night...

After that, Little Gaunt also disappeared. Some people say that he fled in fear of crime, and some people say that he was secretly arrested, but there are different opinions, and there is no definite answer.

Anyway, the Gunter family is crazy, no one likes them, so naturally no one pays attention to them, whether they are dead or alive, there is no difference, isn't it...

The road between the city and the countryside leads to the entrance of Little Hangleton Village, and then turns into a narrow path that runs through the middle of the village.

The path can only be passed by two people side by side at most, and it is not much bigger than the entrance of Knockturn Alley. Walking along this path to the depths, you will see the dense yew forest.

This piece of yew forest was the medium through which the Riddle family made their fortune. After the death of the Riddle family, this place has been deserted, and gradually it has grown into what it is today.

Of course, the so-called death for money, it's not that no one has thought of occupying this forest these years.

But speaking of evil, every person who invaded this forest either went crazy or died tragically with his family.

There were so many dead people that no one dared to think about this forest. Later, the villagers simply used it as a cemetery.

The tombs that can be seen everywhere in the forest today came from this.

Maybe it's because there are too many graves in the forest, this forest always looks very gloomy, every time when night falls, there will be dots of phosphorous fires in the forest, the dark green is very permeating.

In addition, the Great Hangleton deep in the jungle has long been deserted, so no one has set foot on this deep and lonely forest path for a long time. Until today, it has welcomed two strange guests again.

Dumbledore reached out and brushed away the dead branches of the yew tree, and waved back the ignited phosphorous fire. A dry bone similar to a human finger bone flashed under his feet. He turned his head and glanced at Wang Xuebin who was playing with the golden cup, and said softly:

"To be honest, the function of Hufflepuff's golden cup is just to help Hogwarts house elves use magic to transport food better.

It's not a special alchemy item, there are many things like this in my office, the concierge seat in the auditorium.

The preciousness of this gold cup lies more in the fact that it was carved and crafted by Lady Hufflepuff herself, and the symbolic meaning is much greater than the actual meaning..."

"That is to say..."

Beside Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin, who was playing with the golden cup that had been strictly sealed, raised his eyebrows and said with curled lips:

"...Tom took a house-elf delivery tray for Horcruxes?"

"EMMM... very vivid explanation, I have to say, your views are very unique and insightful..."

"Ah..."

Wang Xuebin chuckled, returned the gold cup to Dumbledore, waved back the vines blocking the road ahead, and shook his head speechlessly.