The Son of Light of the Snake House

"What are you doing?" Draco passed by the table, tilting his head in doubt.

"I'm busy!" Daniel was sweating profusely, staring at the things on the table, motionless.

Draco then sat down opposite him: "What are you busy doing, mysterious..."

"You don't understand." Daniel said with a serious face, "I'm helping myself to control my power."

Draco pursed his lips, "Cut."

Daniel really wanted to understand his previous state, which was amazing and made him feel very powerful.He seemed to have stepped into the range of something, and accepted the favor that this power gave him.

But now I can't feel it at all.

Do you really want to drink two more glasses of "Voldemort Happy Water"?Professor Snape would never let him accept even a little bit of this thing!

The only remaining clue is the button he secretly brought back in his pocket.

And when he recalled the memory of the time when he came back by boat again, he only remembered the white light filling his entire field of vision, as well as countless whimpering voices.

Like saying "thank you".

Daniel lowered his head and carefully looked at the button on the table again.

Usually it should be a high-end product that is nailed to the cuff, and there are a little scratches on it-hope it's not the fault of mud.It shimmered dimly in the candlelight, and it looked like it would sell for a lot of money.

...So it's not popular for people to engrave letters on their items these days?

Daniel lowered his head in disappointment. He didn't find even a single letter on the cufflinks, which made him miss his staff that Andre specially engraved his name on.

Draco seemed to see a dejected silver-graded kitten, his heart melted into water, and he almost couldn't help himself from making an "oh—" sound.

"Ahem, if you want to know so much, we can look up the old fashion magazines of the wizarding world. Of course, the premise is that this person must be a wizard."

"It makes sense." Daniel looked at him seriously: "So where do we get the magazine from?"

"Uh...I think..." Draco scratched his head until a figure flashed in front of both of them at the same time.

"Pansy!" they both shouted excitedly at the same time.

Then they were kicked out of the library by Mrs. Irma Pince, who was guarding the library.

Well, this can be regarded as one of the setbacks in life, right?

But before that, there is one more thing.

"That's it." Dumbledore looked at him. "We found a fake Slytherin locket."

Daniel: ...

Daniel: "So you mean, I drank that disgusting pot of water for nothing."

At that moment, Daniel suddenly felt that he understood Voldemort—such a troublesome world, just destroy it all and redevelop it!

Dumbledore also saw that Daniel's mentality was a bit explosive, and he quickly remedied: "Of course, the matter is not that serious. It seems to be a fake, and the person who took the real product also left us a clue."

"He stuffed a note in the fake." Dumbledore handed the entire locket to Daniel, and Daniel took it silently.

He turned the locket over.He remembered the one he'd seen in the Pensieve, which wasn't as big, and lacked the floral emblem, or the ornate 'S' that Slytherin had always had.Also, there was nothing inside but a folded piece of parchment tucked tightly in place of the portrait.

This looks like a fake!Daniel's heart was distraught.

He mechanically took out the piece of parchment and opened it up bit by bit. This ordinary parchment didn't have any superfluous features, and there were only a few lines of text on it.

To the Dark Lord

I'll be dead before you read this

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

RAB

"So this RAB..." Daniel muttered, thinking to himself: I hate abbreviations!Especially this kind of abbreviation that I can't understand!

Dumbledore smiled wryly: "I don't know who it will be, but he looks like he is on our side. Next, we can only hope that he has already destroyed Slytherin's locket, Or ... we could get some clues to find him."

"Oh, okay." Daniel looked uninterested. "The professor, I'm leaving first, I have to review the rest of my subjects first."

He dragged his heavy limbs out the door.

Who would have thought that such a story would develop? The screenwriters of DC dare not write like this!Originally, he was still faintly happy because of his decisive decision at that time, but now, he just feels like an idiot.

It's like a blindfolded donkey who can only smell the carrots on the tip of his nose, and keep walking for it—even if it's just in circles.

He was almost pissed off by this RAB, but when he thought about it carefully, he was a little lucky.

Although it is useless to drink the liquid, at least the curse in it is of no use to him, he is just equivalent to drinking a stomach full of water, but if it is Professor Snape or Professor Dumbledore who drinks it... Daniel is not sure Will they still be able to get out of that lake island alive?

At least, that's not what Daniel wants to see.

...............

"What are you borrowing my magazine for?" Pansy's pretty face was full of suspicion: "Aren't you usually not interested in this... Wait, are you trying to play a prank on it???"

Her expression immediately became vigilant, and she hugged her magazine tightly: "No! Absolutely not! These are all my treasures!"

Draco was speechless: "Are we two like that?" There must be too much drama!

"We just borrowed it to study the fashion trends of the aristocrats in the past, and we didn't borrow it all, we only borrowed about...uh..."

"The ones between 1945 and 1980 are fine!" Seeing that he was stuck, Daniel quickly added a few sentences to him.

"..." Panxi's expression was very tangled, and she finally convinced herself: "Okay, I will lend it to you, but you must take good care of them! Do you know?! Absolutely, never let them get any liquid!"

"Okay, okay." Daniel said, "Leave it to me!"

The author has something to say:

Daniel: nnmd is for nothing! RAB come out to die!

Regarding 1945-1980, this year is Tom Riddle's graduation year and Harry Potter's birth year, and Tom made his Horcrux seven-piece set in the middle.

Infernal corpses have no role, it's too pitiful ()