Chapter 538 Voldemort's Horcrux

"Wait in my office, I'll show you a treasure." Old Mr. Deng held a licorice wand in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at Harry Potter flying in the sky.

Anton was stunned, "What?"

"Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem."

"!!!"

Anton looked at Lao Deng in surprise, "You found them all?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "His diary when he was young, and the ring of the Gaunt family that he told you to give me, these two have been destroyed. Now there is only Slytherin's locket on the island, And... Harry."

"I can't destroy all of them. He won't feel the lack of a few Horcruxes. If they are all gone, he will feel it. This is the feedback that the magic of the Horcrux itself will bring to the wizard."

"I have to leave a hook and destroy it completely when necessary."

"and……"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, "I know Tom as a child. He has a crazy obsession with the number 'seven', and he will make another Horcrux. This is the worst thing."

Anton rubbed his little hands, "Leave Slytherin's locket, and I'll help you peel out the Horcrux from Harry's body first?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, just unpacked a pack of cockroaches, put them in his mouth and chewed slowly.

"Anton, your research on the soul has quietly reached the front of many people, including me, oh, don't look at me like that. As I said, no one is omnipotent."

"you say……"

"Does Harry have a special talent for the dark arts now?"

"Merlin's beard!" Anton yelled in a low voice, looked around, and approached Old Deng, "Are you crazy?"

Dumbledore rubbed and chewed the weird ring in his hand, and looked at Harry in the sky with a strange expression.

"Anton, there is something wrong with your magic path. I warned you in the hospital. Although you have reached a very deep level in the soul, you have paid less attention to the general and extensive magic principles."

"Magic power is a very magical thing for wizards."

"I guess you haven't read my book "The World of Albus Transfiguration"?"

Anton quickly reached over, grabbed the pile of cockroaches on Lao Deng's plate, and threw them into his mouth, "Yes, I plan to wait until I have more knowledge about Transfiguration..."

"Oh~ no no no, no!"

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth curled up, and he turned to look at Anton.

"This is the protective magic of the Dumbledore family's books, and it will make people naturally resist reading them."

"!!!"

Anton's eyes widened in disbelief, "Oyster sauce!"

"Aberforth gave it to me with his own hands. I didn't steal it from your Dumbledore family's library. Why don't you let me see it?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "You can't blame me. It's not the book collection that protects magic, but the readers. It can prevent the descendants of our Dumbledore family from reading knowledge beyond our reading ability. Not a good thing."

"When you can open that book, you'll understand what I'm saying now."

"After Harry Potter has mastered good black magic, you will help him strip out the Horcrux, and at the same time strip off the black magic, just like you did with Severus."

"When the time comes, Harry will have a good achievement. His parents are loyal members of the Order of the Phoenix, and I always want to do something for their children."

Anton sneered, and said unceremoniously, "If you really care about Harry, you won't let him grow up in the Dursleys. Don't tell me that Hogwarts can't support a child. You were Just give Harry to Filch to raise."

"Wait!" Anton took a breath and looked at Dumbledore incredulously, "Dark magic?"

Dumbledore spread his hands, "Don't look at me with a look of 'Oh, you terrible schemer', you don't know, when Harry was born, I saw the light of spirituality in him. "

"He was able to control the broomstick when he was a baby, showing excellent Quidditch talent. At the same time, he also has an extremely subtle affinity with his parents' pet, the cat and raccoon, which is a miracle of natural talent. Animal friendly."

"Such a person grows up amid the intertwining of the great love of his parents and the great evil of the Dark Lord. The magic power in his body is like a clear spring flowing out endlessly. He should be given more important responsibilities. There is such a person in the wizarding world." It's not easy for children."

Anton pouted, "It's unfortunate that Harry met you."

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated, and he took a deep breath, "Believe me, this is an arrangement of fate. You can even say that it is a super magic spell cast by a powerful ancient wizard who worried about the life and death of the entire group. All will be called' A great 'wizard, it's impossible to have a happy childhood."

"This is a blessing to the wizarding community and a curse to the 'great wizard'."

Anton sneered, "I never believe in the so-called fate, I prefer to challenge this little bitch."

Old Deng just blinked and gnawed vigorously on the unfinished licorice wand just now.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want."

Anton spread his hands, "But don't expect me to teach Harry the black arts, I'm not his nanny, I only have kindness to people I like, you know."

Dumbledore's face became weird, "I don't teach it either, I am the greatest white wizard of this century, how can I teach my students black magic, no way."

"so what?"

"Giggle..." Lao Deng suddenly smiled, like a fox who has stolen a hen, with pure joy like a child in his eyes, "Someone will teach him, do your best."

Anton frowned and thought about it, but he really didn't think that anyone would do his best to teach Harry the black arts.

It can't be Voldemort, can it?

Anton would not take Harry's matter to heart. Following the cheers on the Quidditch pitch, Harry excitedly raised the Snitch in his hand, and Anton and Dumbledore strolled back to the school castle.

There are enough mysterious items in Dumbledore's office. It usually looks like only Old Deng is alone, but it is actually very lively. Anton greeted the Phoenix Phoenix, followed the Sorting Hat, and said hello to the wall. Say hello to the previous headmasters in the box.

Finally, Anton pointed at the huge blank picture frame opposite the door with a strange expression, "You still keep this?"

Dumbledore glanced at the headmasters on the wall, and smiled a little cunningly, "Lockhart promised to give me this picture frame, and after I die, he will help me draw my portrait here, At that time, the place where I live will be bigger than them."

"Oh, Albus, you nasty boy, you're so treacherous!" Phineas Black ran uncomfortably in a picture frame, and came to lie down in the huge picture frame, "This now It's mine!"

"Phineas, you shameless scum." The portraits of the headmaster in other frames cursed angrily.

Anton looked at these portraits thoughtfully, and raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore, "You have also been to the world of the dead, will you be concerned about the ghosts, portraits, and Horcruxes? There's some association?"

Dumbledore spread his hands, "This is beyond the scope of my knowledge, I think you can tell me the answer."

aha~

Anton smiled shyly, "Oh~ I'm going to teach Dumbledore a lesson, it's a great feeling."

Dumbledore also smiled and asked Anton to sit across from his desk, clapped his hands, and asked the house elf to deliver two servings of ice cream, "I think we have an interesting thing in common, we are both crazy about magic. "

"My God, boy, you are only in the second grade, right? I remember, you often come to the principal's office, I recognize you!" A chubby old principal in the frame exclaimed, "I can't believe that you have such a experience."

Others were also chattering about something.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Phineas Black yelled and ran back to his picture frame, found a comfortable position on the chair, and sat upright on the floor. "Hurry up, I can't wait, Merlin's flowery pants, I actually know what I am!"