Soaring at Hogwarts

Ever since he made an appointment with Professor Dumbledore to talk, Ian had been thinking about how to tell him about the Horcrux.

When encountering a murderous dark wizard like Voldemort, Ian's attitude was to beat him to death, resolutely, and kill him seven times if he had seven health bars.

A Horcrux placed in Hogwarts is a hidden danger after all.

If Voldemort jumped over the wall and risked his existence to retrieve the Horcrux, it would be troublesome to rely on the power of the Horcrux to restore his strength.

As for destroying Horcruxes alone, Ian felt that he was not worth it—unless there was another alchemy accident.

Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have someone help?So I found Dumbledore.

The idea is simple, the reality is complex.

The strategy of crushing Voldemort and eliminating the Horcruxes is correct. The future is bright and promising, but the road is tortuous.

After all, not everyone is as lucky as Harry. It is really difficult to casually encounter a Ravenclaw diadem there.

The adventure came to nothing, but Dumbledore set a spell in the corridor so that Quirrell would be detected if he came near.It's like adding insurance.

Afterwards, Dumbledore and Ian had a long conversation, and Ian told everything he knew.

"Voldemort has several Horcruxes," Ian recalled one by one, "Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's golden cup, Slytherin's locket, his own old diary, and a ring. What's it? Oh, the Resurrection Stone, one of the sacred artifacts."

Ian frowned, memory is really unreliable.

"How many? He should have made seven."

"Five," Dumbledore reminded.

"Okay, okay, what else..."

Dumbledore offered his guess: "Could it be, Harry?"

"Aha, yes!" Ian hit his head, "Why did I forget the most important one."

"Don't blame yourself, Ian," the old man touched his head and said, "You have given me too many surprises. I think a real prophet is nothing more than that. You deserve to be proud of yourself."

Ian sighed: "It's just a gift from fate, not my own ability."

More specifically, it is the gift of past life memories.

"There is another Horcrux that I don't know about, but I know that the Malfoy family will give away the diary next year - they want to cause trouble and don't know what they are giving away. Voldemort will be pissed to death when he returns. …

The diadem is at school, the cup may be at Gringotts, I'm not sure.

Where is the locket?Oh, by the way, it’s not where you thought it would be, so don’t take the risk then, don’t, it’s not worth it…

And the ring...you will find the ring, where exactly is it..."

Ian rambled on, wanting to tell all the key points.

"This is enough, thank you, Ian," Dumbledore put his hand on Ian's shoulder and said solemnly, "For all those who died in the war, for those innocent Muggles, and for everyone who upholds the With a righteous heart, those who fought to the death against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, I would like to express my gratitude and respect to you on their behalf."

Fawkes groaned softly, seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words.

"It's nothing, everyone does this." Ian turned his face away embarrassedly and looked out the window.

"This is not necessarily true," Dumbledore said seriously, "too many, too many. Many people will only use their unique abilities to seek the pleasure of being superior to others, investing in wealth, power, and status, and are arrogant. Even myself Have gone astray.

Look at Voldemort!Smart and gifted, but what a terrible person he has become!Seven Horcruxes!It's hard to say whether his soul is still a human being.

Having outstanding talents, but still being willing to bend down into the dust, dedicate yourself to the general public and all living beings, and uphold justice and kindness to the world. This is the most noble quality. "

There was a quiet silence in the office, with only the sunlight streaming in through the windows, making everything shine.

Dumbledore moved a delicate silver instrument to the middle of the table and tapped it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument immediately started running, making a rhythmic clanking sound, and the small silver tube at the top spurted out wisps of light green smoke, gathering and lingering in the air.

Ian's attention was drawn to it.

After a few seconds, the smoke steadily divided into six wisps, vaguely showing the images of a crown, a box, a cup, a triangular block, a book, and a little man.

"Only six? Are there really none?" Dumbledore murmured.

The smoke mixed together again, and this time, nothing emerged after a long time.

"What does this mean, professor?" Ian said, breaking the silence.

"It confirmed for me that the six Horcruxes you mentioned exist. As for the seventh one, it can't be detected yet."

"So will there be a seventh one?" Ian was a little distressed - he must have said it wrong again.

“I personally believe there is.

Seven is a magic number, and Voldemort is obsessed with the mystery of magic to some extent, and he will not let this go. "

Dumbledore saw Ian's thoughts: "It's okay Ian, I said, you have provided me with unimaginable help.

Don’t forget that you are not alone in this struggle.

Whether it's searching for Horcruxes or fighting Voldemort, we have a group of reliable companions.

You don't have to worry about making mistakes or not doing well enough. You are not alone. I and others will help you. This is what being a partner means, isn't it? "

"Thank you, Professor."

"You are too polite. To be honest, for a child, you should be very proud." Dumbledore was a little dumbfounded.

He took a chocolate frog and handed it over.

"Here, reward."

"hey-hey."

Ian smiled as he opened the box and took a bite.

Looking at him, Dumbledore spoke again, much more seriously: "About fate, both Muggles and wizards have been curious about it since ancient times.

Even among wizards, divination is the most 'magical', and many serious wizards do not trust divination.

But for the fortune tellers who are involved, fate is extremely real. Once they get into the web of fate, it will be difficult to escape.

I haven't studied much about divination, but I'm sure that diviners also have their own rules and taboos. In this regard, I still have to rely on Professor Trelawney to pass on some experience. "

Dumbledore stared at Ian: "Ian, don't give people divination at will, okay? Sometimes people are not willing to predict their own destiny. In fact, Harry's tragedy is inseparable from a prophecy.

In the past, shamans would take newborns to the 'naming seers' who had knowledge of names. The naming seers would predict the newborn's future and give some advice on naming.

But now fewer and fewer people are willing to do this, do you know why? "

"They foresaw a bad fate?"

"Yes, many parents think 'let him or her find his or her own way' and resent being given premature hints of their child's limiting talents, personality, or disasters.

They often feel foolish for themselves on the way home from the naming fortune teller, wishing they hadn't heard a prediction about their child's personality or future.

Especially in front of a highly skilled fortune teller, some people will not appreciate your advice and will only feel creeped out because their secrets are being penetrated.

So, be careful with your gifts until you can protect yourself, okay?Otherwise there's bound to be trouble - there will always be people who want you to reveal their fate but are not satisfied with the prophecy. "

"Don't worry, Professor." Ian said sincerely. He knew very well whether he had talent or not. "I am a little badger and I never like to be in the limelight."