This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Once the British Ministry of Magic becomes more efficient, it will be quite fast.

Just two days after the attack, Vincent received a notice of the award ceremony tomorrow.

The location is in the camp or live broadcast worldwide.

"Political show..." He put down the notification letter in his hand and couldn't help feeling sad for himself.

Sirius was used both soft and hard by the Ministry of Magic at that time, so he reluctantly cooperated with them.

And because of Wayne Company, he can't make a fuss with them for the time being.

This drama can only be performed in conjunction with it.

Vincent, in a little depressed mood, lay on the bed and looked at the magic communicator worn on his right wrist.

His right arm was completely healed, leaving only a few shallow scars.

When he was free, he sent Dumbledore a video communication application.

"Dou—Dou—"

Dumbledore only connected when the 7th sounded.

Vincent glanced at the familiar building behind him.

"Professor, are you turning over the alley? Did Tom and the others hide here after leaving Gunter's old house?"

Dumbledore shook his head gently, "No, I got some clues about the Slytherin locket, which is likely to have been made into a Horcrux."

The Slytherin locket is a relic of Salazar Slytherin and another heirloom of the Gunter family.

Vincent sat up from the bed, "Professor, have you found it?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore looked at the building in front of him.

"Tom's biological mother stole the locket from her house while elopement with old Tom. She didn't wear it when she finally sent Tom to the orphanage. I think she's likely to give it to her because she's tight. Sold."

The locket was stolen. Once it appeared in the market of formal channels, Melop's brother Mofen would find her whereabouts.

The Gunter family is just extremely crazy about their thoughts, and they are not fools who don’t know anything.

If sold to the black market, except for individual buyers, there is only the overturned alley left.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore in the projection light curtain, "Professor, I'm so bored to stay here at the camp, why don't we join us?"

Dumbledore did not respond.

"Professor?" Vincent looked at the signal icon in the upper left corner in doubt.

Full size, no problem with the connection.

"Professor, can you hear it?"

"Can hear."

Vincent twitched his mouth hard, "Professor, your show is so bad."

Dumbledore nodded with a slight slightest, "Yes, I think it's a bit bad, it seems I'm going to learn from you tomorrow."

When talking about tomorrow's award ceremony, Vincent felt even more depressed.

"Professor, believe it or not, I will appear in front of you in the next second."

"I believe it, of course I believe it."

Dumbledore said seriously: "Connelly is so anxious to hold the award ceremony because the delegation of the International Wizards Federation intends to intervene in the investigation of the attack."

OK, no wonder we need a global live broadcast. It turned out that we wanted the delegation to calm down for a few days.

This scene is getting harder and harder to act.

Vincent lay down on the bed with no means of power, "Professor, can I refuse to award merit?"

"No." Dumbledore blinked mischievously, "Connelly has notified the head of the magic government around the world that even if he tied up, he would tie you to the scene."

They all took action first and then reported. Now they refuse to give Faggie face or the British Ministry of Magic.

What can the heroes of the attack do? You have to accept their arrangements obediently.

Vincent looked at the ceiling blankly, "Professor, what do you think I should do to completely break the shackles of these broken rules?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, kid, you know I never thought that way."

It’s not that I can’t, but that I don’t want it, I really don’t want it.

As early as the summer of 1899, the ambition of the world's strongest wizard was buried in the grave with his sister Ariana.

Vincent looked firmly at him in the projection light curtain, "I will definitely find the answer, Professor."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen someone's shadow.

He and he were even more energetic than Vincent, and both dreamed of changing this terrible world with their own hands.

"professor?"

Dumbledore came to his senses and found himself smiling involuntarily.

A gentle light flashed in his kind eyes, "Sorry, when people get old, they always think of some old things unconsciously."

Vincent could probably guess what he remembered.

"Professor, I won't disturb you from recalling the past. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After the communication ended, Dumbledore stood there for a while.

The smile on his face did not disappear, but instead brought it into the building in front of him.

The windows of the building are filled with extremely dangerous black magic items, and the golden sign on the top is written with big words "Bojin-Boke Store".

Speaking of the black market in the British magic world, almost all wizards can think of this at the first time.

However, when Dumbledore came out of it, he looked worried.

Mr. Bock, the big black merchant, actually bought the locket from Merlop for a bargain price of 10 Gallons, and then sold it to a wealthy collector at a sky-high price.

This collector is particularly famous. Her name is Hepzba Smith, who claims to be a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and owns the Golden Cup of Hufflepuff.

But she died many years ago in a murder, a murder caused by a house elf who was dissatisfied with her master.

The elf was named Heqi and eventually died in Azkaban.

The clue was completely interrupted, but Dumbledore always felt that things might not be that simple.

First, after Hepzba Smith was murdered, the Golden Cup and the locket were completely lost.

Second, the house elves are bound by the ancient magic contract and have no way to hurt the wizards from their subjective will.

Third, the young Tom worked in the Bojin-Bock store.

By connecting these three doubts, you can quickly draw a terrible guess.

The pendant box and gold cup should have been made into Horcruxes, and the next step is to find out where they are hiding.

According to Tom's suspicious personality, he would definitely place two relics from the founder of Hogwarts separately.

And he was very arrogant and handed over the notebook to Lucius for safekeeping. Gunter's ring was placed in Gunter's old house. He didn't even go in to take a look when he was transferring with his servant a few days ago.

The choice of Horcrux is obviously of special significance to him, so the hiding place should also be of special significance.

Dumbledore returned to the principal's office in the castle, took out the meditation pot and entered the memory related to Tom.

Walk a few more steps on the path of memory and you will definitely find some small details that have been ignored.

Suddenly, he freezes the picture to the scene when he first met Tom.

On the windowsill of the orphanage room, there are 7 gadgets picked up from the beach.

6 shells and 1 pebble.

Dumbledore looked right, and there was a photo on the wall over there, which was a cave.

It seems not just a simple landscape.

The gadgets that set the windowsills on the sill should have been picked up from the cave waters, and this place that looks very dangerous should also have special significance for little Tom.

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