Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Evening, Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Misty mist is gently sprayed from the small silver pot, and the portraits of past principals on the wall are sleeping soundly.

Fox crouched on the golden perch with squinted eyes, quietly looking at the uneasy figure beside the principal's desk.

"Ah... Sure enough, it really is this kind of thing -" Dumbledore carefully looked at the notebook in his hand and said softly: "He is really the most outstanding student I have ever taught..."

"Splitting the soul is considered outstanding?" Ivan ate the pepper naughty boy collected by Dumbledore, and sneered softly when he heard this: "If you want, I can help you tear the soul into this effect with my hands, and I guarantee that you will die. No."

"You're right, you can't die..." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Or strictly speaking, it should be worse than death..."

"Sure enough, calling Ivan to help me fight Voldemort is the most correct decision I have made in recent years. Although sometimes you are not very controllable, you can always bring me some surprises..."

"I guess there has been too much commotion in the Ministry of Magic recently, which has made Mr. Malfoy anxious, so that he had to get rid of the contraband in his home as soon as possible. But obviously, old Bock's vision is not something he can fool. of."

Dumbledore smiled a little gloatingly, Malfoy, as one of the trustees of Hogwarts, usually caused him a lot of trouble.

And Aiwen suddenly brought such a thing from him. After thinking about it, this guy would never dare to fool around in front of him again.

"Indeed, it's just as you guessed." Ivan nodded.

Dumbledore's rough hands covered the row of names in the notebook and said calmly: "Then the remaining question we have is Tom Riddle - yes, this is Voldemort's real name. How many of these objects did he make? .”

Only then did Ivan remember: "I heard from Lucius that there should be one in Bellatrix's place, and there is a high probability that it is in the Lestrange family's treasury. In short, don't worry about them. Let's find the ones we can first." All were destroyed.”

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "You are right, but unfortunately, we currently have no way to destroy this thing..."

"Bring it."

Alvin reached out to pick up the notebook and took a sip.

The next moment, a shrill scream suddenly resounded throughout the principal's office. The sleeping portraits on the wall were awakened one after another. Fox flapped his wings uneasily and landed on the cabinet beside him.

The notebook in Ivan's hand was sizzling with black ink, and then the ink turned into a terrifying black mist with distorted shapes. The black mist pieced together into a blurry figure, struggling desperately, trying to escape from Ivan's hands.

Then as soon as the black breath was bitten by Aiwen, it entered Aiwen's mouth uncontrollably.

"Damn - boy - Dumble - Lido -"

The figure in the darkness screamed shrilly, sometimes sharp and sometimes hoarse, like a TV with a skipped frequency, and the sound was strangely screaming.

Ivan didn't even look at the black shadow, letting the other party wrap the fatal black mist around him, puffing out his face and sucking in the black mist, as if he was chewing noodles: "簌——————"

Dumbledore looked at Ivan in front of him in shock. The figure in the black fog also changed from scolding at the beginning to begging for mercy, and finally became completely crazy, and then dissipated.

When the last trace of black mist disappeared from Ivan's mouth, the portraits on the wall of the principal's office were completely stunned, and even Dumbledore looked dumbfounded.

"Oh!! Merlin's beard!" Phineas slapped his thigh: "I'm absolutely right! That's a Horcrux! You ate a Horcrux, boy!"

"Obviously." Ivan wiped the corner of his mouth and glanced at him lightly, which made Phineas feel cold all over - even though he was just a portrait.

"Although I have heard you say more than once, Alvin, that you feed on black magic, when I actually see it, I will still be shocked." Dumbledore said with emotion: "It's really magical magic..."

"The strength will come out after eating it!" Ivan patted his belly: "Although it doesn't taste very good, the soul is a great tonic for me, so I have no reason to be picky about food..."

"Okay, okay..." Dumbledore nodded slightly: "So it seems that we still need to go to the Lestrange family's treasure house."

"Gringotts will let you in?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not, but they can't stop a wizard with the help of a phoenix." Dumbledore blinked.

"Then when do you plan to leave?" Ivan asked.

"It will take some time." Dumbledore said: "Voldemort has not been resurrected yet, and the only three people left in the Lestrange family are Rodolphus, his wife Bellatrix, and his My brother, Rabastan, is all in Azkaban."

"Mr. Malfoy gave us a good guess, but I think it should at least wait until I find out the details of Voldemort before it is too late to take action together." Dumbledore said.

Alvin: "Then do you have any idea about where the remaining Horcruxes are?"

"A little bit, but not much." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "But based on what I know about Tom, there is a high probability that he will collect some... treasures worthy of his status. Apart from the first time, this is the only one that has any meaning for him. A diary of special significance.”

"Who is the serious person who keeps a diary?" Alvin sneered: "When you have clues, please tell me. In addition, Professor McGonagall sold me her Hogsmeade house. If you have time, you can go and sit there. I I bought five house elves to serve me."

"Really?" Dumbledore was a little surprised: "That's really a good life."

"Stop making trouble. There are hundreds of elves in the castle. Who can be as nourished as you are?" Ivan rolled his eyes and took out a handful of floo powder from the flowerpot next to the fireplace: "Well, good night. , Professor Dumbledore."

"Good night, Mr. Darknight." Dumbledore nodded cheerfully.

"Darknight!"

Ivan threw off the floo powder, and with a bang, the magic fire exploded, and the figure turned around and disappeared.

At the same time, the magic fire in the fireplace at home exploded, and Alvin rolled out of the fireplace softly.

"Ahem...vomit..."

"Welcome home, Master Alvin!" Lal said respectfully, while Lado and Rafa quickly prepared mouthwash: "Dinner has been prepared for you."

"Thank you." Ivan got up and looked at the clean room, feeling satisfied: "It's really good."

A bright red sofa, a gold and red plaid carpet, and a small coffee table with baked potatoes, roasted chicken, oyster soup, oh, yes, lemonade and a large basin of peeled lychees.

Alvin sat on the sofa and suddenly fell silent.

There is no TV or computer at home, only a few obedient elves, and it is only six o'clock.

Alvin stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, then stuffed two pieces of baked potatoes into his pocket, and then whistled. The loud whistle sounded, and Zoe flapped her wings and flew to his shoulder.

Zoe tilted her head: “Gugu?”

Alvin said happily: "Ha! It's so boring at home! Let's go to London to find Hermione!"

As he said that, he grabbed the fluffy powder and threw it into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!"

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