Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

While riots broke out at the Quidditch World Cup final venue, Albert Dumbledore and Moody were quietly sitting in the Hog's Head pub drinking tea.

"I think it's time for me to leave. I'll go home and have a rest tonight. I'll look for news about the Burst family tomorrow. They are keeping a low profile now. I guess all of them are waiting for Voldemort to be resurrected..."

The black tea in the cup in front of Moody didn't move at all. He stood up, stretched out his hand to beat his remaining old leg, turned around and phantomed away.

As Moody resigned, Albert also left the bar, leaving the two Dumbledores staring.

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Returning to his small house, Albert found that Sander had occupied his bed and was sleeping soundly. He was lying on the bed, and his sharp beak poked a hole in Albert's pillow.

Use the levitating spell to place the huge Thunderbird's body on the floor. Seeing that Sander just turned over and continued to snore, Albert gently patted Sander's head and tilted his head to fall on the bed.

After soaking in the water for a while today, he also lost a lot of magic power. Albert now feels particularly sleepy.

Fortunately, there were two pillows, one was Albert's and the other was also Albert's. Taking away the pillow that had a hole poked by Sander, Albert's fatigue from the day broke out at this moment. His whole body was sore and his eyelids were sore. It got heavier and heavier, and finally fell into sleep.

In the mist.Albert saw boundless darkness, as thick as ink, rising continuously, touching his nasal cavity, making him breathless. In the darkness, he seemed to see a big golden snake with a pair of vertical pupils. But it is blood red in color, which is weird.

The big golden snake swam in the darkness, wrapping around his body, tightening it tighter and tighter, its fine cold scales sticking tightly to the skin, and Albert felt his scalp numb.

He woke up suddenly, feeling cold sweat all over his back.

"Clean up!"

The sky outside had brightened, and the sun gradually appeared from the horizon. Albert rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes, and the magic mirror in front of him screamed: "So handsome, so perfect!"

With a wave of the magic wand, I turned off the sound of the magic mirror, and spoke the truth day by day.

Today's "Daily Prophet" is already on Albert's desk. The headline on the front page is yesterday's riots at the Quidditch World Cup. At the top of the article, it just mentions the victory of the Irish team.

The second version is that Dumbledore intends to invite former senior Auror Alastor Moody to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Albert grabbed a handful of off-white floo powder and got into the fireplace, "No. 12 Grimmauld Place!"

The dream he had last night alerted Albert. He believed that his dream was not unfounded. Voldemort would be resurrected in less than a year, and he had to make more preparations.

Before that, he reminded Hilbert to start temporarily moving the AK potion abroad to avoid the limelight of Voldemort's resurrection. Now he is going to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux.

"Oh? Albert, why are you here?"

Sirius was wearing pajamas and asked sleepily. In fact, he hadn't gotten up a minute ago. It was Kreacher who woke him up when he heard some movement on the side of the fireplace.

He was up, but not awake yet.

"A very serious matter, Sirius, about defeating Voldemort!" Albert said. Upon hearing this, Sirius woke up instantly.

"Are you serious?"

What happened in the Quidditch World Cup final yesterday was still replaying in Sirius' mind. The tragic situation of those Muggles, the arrogance and cruelty of the Death Eaters, and the death of his good friend James Potter, everything... Made Sirius hate Voldemort very much.

"Yes, Dumbledore and Alastor Moody and I went to a place yesterday and found a clue. But now I need to look at your family map to confirm one thing."

Sirius took Albert upstairs and wondered, "What about Dumbledore and Moody?"

"There are several clues. Your house is one of them. It's relatively safe, so let me come. This clue points to Voldemort's Horcrux."

Sirius thumped upstairs, "Horcrux, what is that?"

Albert didn't expect that Sirius didn't know what a Horcrux was. It seemed that he didn't enjoy the Black family's deep black magic background at all.

"An evil black magic. Every time you kill someone, you can choose to split your soul once and attach that piece of soul to a certain item. That item will have magical properties because it becomes a Horcrux. If a Horcrux is immortal, its owner will not truly die, and it is difficult to destroy a Horcrux. The only known methods of destroying a Horcrux are the Death Curse, the Fire Curse, and the venom of the Basilisk."

Sirius fell into a brief shock and said harshly: "I knew that Voldemort would not die so easily."

"So what does this Horcrux have to do with the Black family?"

At this time, the two of them had arrived at the location of the Black family's genealogy. There was a long and high wall with some portraits carved on it, all of which were members of the Black family.

In the lower row, there was an obvious black hole, and the wall was scorched. Sirius said: "That used to be me, but then it was destroyed. I was expelled from the family, but I don't care."

Next to the place that belonged to Sirius, there was a portrait of a young man with the words "Regulus Arcturus Black" written on it.

"It's him, there can be no mistake." Albert said abruptly, and in Sirius's confused eyes, he told about yesterday's search for the Horcrux and the note from Rab.

"You mean...my brother Regulus, he destroyed the Horcrux?" Sirius' eyes showed disbelief. He always thought that his brother, after joining the Death Eaters, was killed in a wizard battle. He died unexpectedly, and now Albert told him that Regulus became a hero who resisted Voldemort?

"I'm not sure, I just said that he took away the Horcrux. After all, the Horcrux is difficult to destroy." Albert shook his head, "Can you take me to your brother's room to have a look?"

The two of them walked to the door of Regulus' room and were stopped by a house elf. Klee spit in his mouth and said, "Mudblood and the little traitor, don't even think about entering the little master's room!"

"Leave him alone, Albert. His greatest ideal in life is to cut off his head like his mother and stick it on a stone slab. These abnormal thoughts in our eyes are glory to him. He is mentally unstable. normal!"

The muscles on Sirius's cheekbones twitched, and he wanted to kick Kreacher away, but the moment he raised his leg, he was stopped by Albert.

"Wait a minute," Albert turned to look at Kreacher, "Let me ask you, did your master Regulus ask you to destroy something, a golden locket, but you couldn't destroy it? ?”

Facing Sirius's furious eyes and Albert's interrogation, Kreacher was obviously stunned for a second. He did not expect that Albert actually knew this secret. He trembled and spoke tremblingly:

"Yes, the locket, Master Regulus's locket, Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!"

After saying this, Kreacher seemed to have gone crazy. He picked up a fire stick and swung it at himself, hitting his head against the wall. Soon blood flowed out and was printed on the wall. Some of it followed Kreacher's head and slowly flowed to the ground...