Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"Have you been waiting for a long time? Suer?" Just as Suer was listening to the old principals on the wall bragging about what kind of respectable deeds he had done while he was still alive.

Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind Soul.

"I just arrived, Professor." Suer shook his head, "Why did you come to see me?"

After Dumbledore arrived, the old principals also closed their mouths and looked at the two people outside the portrait frame curiously.

"Don't worry yet." Dumbledore pointed to the single sofa not far away, "Sit down."

Under Sur's curious gaze, Dumbledore walked to a cabinet not far away, opened it and took out a box, sat down on the sofa opposite Sur, and then spoke,

"You should be able to guess why I came to you, right?"

Suer pondered for a few seconds and then tentatively said, "Is it because of what happened to Harry during the summer vacation?"

"You are very smart." Dumbledore showed a smile. "After I received the letter, I found several old friends. With their help, I found out a little bit about what happened to Harry."

Dumbledore paused and tapped the box with his fingers.

"It has to do with some of the terrible things Riddle did in order to live forever."

"You mean---"

"Horcruxes," Dumbledore said softly. "Do you know what this is?"

Su Er hesitated for a moment, neither nodded nor shook his head.

"I once saw similar records in the library. It was the product of an extremely evil magic. I didn't see the rest of the information. The key information was torn off the book recording this evil magic. ."

"Yes." Dumbledore showed a half-smile, "I remember that this book should be placed deep in the restricted area..."

Su Er's heart skipped a beat and he smiled coquettishly.

"It's a good thing to be thirsty for knowledge." Dumbledore said meaningfully, "However, many books in the restricted area are dangerous to a certain extent. I hope you will give full consideration before choosing the books you want to read. "

Hearing that there was no pursuit in Dumbledore's words, Soul nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, as I said before." Dumbledore turned over this topic lightly, "The production process of Horcrux is very complicated and very evil. Its production process must be at the expense of an innocent soul, splitting one's own soul. The soul is stored in a container, and that container is called a Horcrux."

"You didn't see the Horcrux production information because the former Riddle tore out those pages."

"Do you remember what you once told me about the items you 'saw'?"

"Remember." Suer nodded.

Dumbledore tapped the box again with his fingers. The box opened silently, revealing a shiny, golden cup placed on a silk cushion in the middle. There was a pattern of a small badger embossed on the surface of the cup.

"Is this..." Suer asked knowingly.

"You should know it," said Dumbledore. "Hufflepuff's cup."

"Is it a Horcrux?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It's one of them. During this holiday, I tried to get it out of Gringotts."

Dumbledore's buoyant words belied what he went through when he obtained this golden cup.

"I just said that a Horcrux is a product of tearing apart the caster's own soul and storing it in an object at the expense of an innocent soul."

"It was made for only one purpose - eternal life."

"eternal life?"

"Yes, eternal life..." Dumbledore sighed, "The birth of a Horcrux represents the death of an innocent person. The existence of a Horcrux is to create an opportunity to come back even if the body is destroyed. .”

"So, how many of these things did Voldemort make?" Suer pretended to be confused.

"There are no definite channels to confirm this." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "But based on all the information I have collected about the production of Horcruxes, I can conclude that there will be no more than seven at most."

"Seven?"

"Yes, seven." Dumbledore opened his palms, and the sword of Gryffindor, which had been lying quietly on the shelf, flew silently across the desk and landed in his palm.

"Seven is a very mysterious number. I found an old friend of mine and learned from him that a person's soul can only be split into seven parts at most. Based on other information I got, I can It is concluded that Riddle should have split six Horcruxes so far."

"Actually, there are seven...including the big snake." Suer thought in his heart, but asked calmly, "Six?"

"Three relics from the four academies, the destroyed notebook, one I already have a clue about, it is something that definitely exists but has not been found, and there is one---"

"Dong dong." At this time, there was a knock on the door. Dumbledore stopped talking and turned to look at the door, "Come in."

"Deng... Principal Dumbledore, are you looking for me?" came a timid voice familiar to Sur.

Soul turned his head in surprise, it was Harry!Then he turned to look at Dumbledore, with obvious doubts in his eyes.

"Come and sit, Harry." Dumbledore winked at Soul, then looked at the door with a gentle expression, and waved his wand to conjure a sofa.

"I should have gone to find you earlier, but I figured interrupting your pleasant summer vacation would not be a good choice."

Harry blinked in surprise when he saw the third person in the principal's office, then walked slowly to the sofa conjured by Dumbledore, sat down carefully, and looked at the Gryffindor sword and gold cup on the table. He paused for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore didn't show off and said directly.

"Harry, I received your letter and I did some verification for it, but I have some doubts about everything you 'saw'. I called you here so that I can get more accurate information."

Harry glanced at Soul uneasily, but Soul remained silent and nodded slightly.

"What should I do, Headmaster?" Harry asked.

"It's very simple." Dumbledore smiled slightly, put his big hand on the hilt of the sword, and took it in his hand.

"You just have to sit back and whatever you see later, tell us in detail."

Although Harry was full of doubts, he nodded obediently.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore raised his hand, pointed the tip of the sword made by the goblin at the body of the golden cup, and stabbed it hard.

There was a soft sound of "Puff", and the golden cup was pierced like paper.

The next moment, a scream resounded in the principal's room, and a black mist emerged from the place where the sword and the golden cup came into contact, spreading rapidly, and the scream became more and more shrill.