Chapter 199 Horcruxes, Daomen, Dumbledore (2 in 1)

Chapter 200 Horcruxes, Taoism, Dumbledore (2 in 1)

When Zhang Xiao heard Neville say ‘always’, he finally understood.

That was not heart blindness. Neville had such a hard time learning and looked a little clumsy, but it was not because of the forgetfulness spell.

Dumbledore’s level would not cause such a mess.

Everything was because Neville was consuming his spirituality to maintain the immortality of Alice and Frank’s souls.

He used the pain brought by longing as a chain to hold them and prevent them from leaving his body.

This is polysoulism. Polysoulism is not schizophrenia, but it will be muddleheaded. The original body only needs to nourish itself.

But now there are two more, which will inevitably lead to insufficient supply.

Neville’s world has never been different from others. The world of normal people is clear and smooth.

But his world is a beat slower. Putting it in the game is playing with normal players with high latency and low refresh.

So Neville has always been a genius. Under such conditions, he can still learn spells and achieve results in herbs. It can only be said that he has amazing talent.

Except for the family, no one else could see what was happening. Zhang Chengdao was patiently telling Mrs. Longbottom about the current situation.

".Are you saying that Frank and Alice became like this because a piece of their soul was missing?"

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Zhang Chengdao with a look that was hard to describe. She was emotionally willing to believe that this was true.

But reason told her that this was impossible. However, in the cognition of wizards, the soul is one and it is impossible to split.

That's why things like Horcruxes are so shocking.

"And the reason why Neville doesn't show much talent is because of the missing soul of Frank and Alice in his body?

This."

Zhang Xiao pulled Zhang Chengdao:

"Dad, can't you cure it now? Can't you just send the soul back?"

"Pa" Zhang Chengdao patted Zhang Xiao's head and whispered: "Do you think your father is a god? This soul has been out of the body for more than ten years.

Neville's self is extremely attached to them, and it is impossible for him to let go of them on his own initiative. It's easy to say to call them out and send them back, but it's too difficult to do.

Even in our Longhu Mountain will need some effort to solve this problem. They are tied too tightly, and the souls of the warrior couple are too fragile.

They can be hurt if you are not careful. "

Zhang Xiao looked at his father in surprise:

"Does this mean that Neville should be sent back to Longhu Mountain?"

"Yes, he must be sent back. It can't be delayed anymore. If he delays any longer, he may never be separated.

Even if he is rescued, his soul needs to be nurtured for a period of time. The West doesn't have this condition!"

Zhang Xiao nodded thoughtfully. Going back to Longhu Mountain? He suddenly remembered Neville's nickname in his previous life-Gryffindor Sword Saint!

A brilliant idea came to him.

He asked mysteriously:

"Dad, if we go back to Longhu Mountain, can we find someone to teach Neville two-handed swordsmanship?"

"Ah?" Zhang Chengdao was a little puzzled by his son's request, but it was not a big deal. He couldn't make a decision about accepting disciples.

After all, the Taoist sect still has the Western Ban that has been passed down for thousands of years. Zhang Chengdao didn't know whether the Western Ban included accepting foreign disciples.

But there is no problem teaching two-hand swordsmanship.

Mrs. Longbottom finally chose to inform Dumbledore that Neville would need to apply for a leave of absence when he went to Longhu Mountain.

This procedure originally required the consent of the principal.

Mrs. Longbottom borrowed the hospital's Floo powder directly to Hogsmeade. Usually, the Floo network of Hogwarts was closed and could not go directly to the school.

Neville didn't understand what happened until Zhang Xiao explained it to him and said with surprise:

"Can mom and dad recover? Zhang, is this true? My consciousness is that they can really talk to me?"

Alas. This child didn't even care about what he said that he was actually a genius.

Zhang Xiao nodded. Of course, he had great confidence in his father and the Taoist sect.

"That's great, that's great." Neville murmured to himself. He happily took Alice's hand, hugged Frank, and whispered something to them.

And dad and mom have already started to contact the Taoist sect.

Zhang Xiao found that he was the only one who was free for a while.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived soon. It was obvious that he was in a hurry. He was wearing a very simple white robe, soft-soled slippers, and a long beard that was a little messy.

He pushed the door open and strode in. His deep blue eyes swept around the room.

He nodded to everyone and gave Zhang Xiao a gentle smile.

"I heard from Augusta (Neville's grandmother's name) that you found a way to save Alice and Frank?"

Zhang Chengdao nodded and gave a general introduction to the situation.

Dumbledore listened quietly, with no expression on his old face. After listening, he was silent for a while:

"Not long ago, I had a pleasant exchange with Zhang's grandfather. The completely different spells in the East opened my eyes.

Although it is the first time I have heard of this novel theory, I am willing to believe it and think it is worth a try. After all, there is no better way.

What do you think, Augusta?"

"I will listen to you, Dumbledore." Mrs. Longbottom nodded vigorously, and the huge eagle specimen on the hat began to shake again.

She was more willing to believe that this was true than anyone else, and Dumbledore's advice only made her more confident.

Dumbledore finally showed a pleasant smile, looking quite happy, probably not just the treatment of the Longbottoms.

In fact, he had long suspected that Voldemort had made something like a Horcrux, and the appearance of the diary only confirmed this, but because of the cognitive problem of the soul.

Dumbledore didn't know how many Horcruxes Voldemort had made, and where he hid them.

It was precisely because of this that he made a series of plans for the Horcruxes in the later period and sacrificed himself.

But!

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but clench his fist. Now everything is different. Because of the existence of the Taoist sect and the diary, I can directly bring this matter to the table.

This is the biggest change!

Dumbledore greeted Zhang Chengdao and his wife again for a while, mainly talking about Zhang Xiao's performance in school.

Looking at Li Qingshu's smiling face, it is obvious that Dumbledore did not hesitate to praise her, and he also wanted to know about the situation in China in a roundabout way.

How to say it, Zhang Chengdao is quite reliable when he is serious, and he fooled around with Tai Chi skillfully.

Dumbledore didn't regret it, because through communication with three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, he found that his peers in the East seemed to have no intention of developing in the West.

If it weren't for Zhang, an Eastern student, coming to Hogwarts, I'm afraid Dumbledore would still ignore the mysterious land in the East.

After talking for a while, Dumbledore suddenly turned to Zhang Xiao and asked gently:

"Zhang, can you come over and chat?"

"Of course, Professor."

Arriving in a quiet room, Dumbledore pulled out a chair and casually summoned two glasses of cold drinks - or iced lemon juice.

Couldn't he change the drink?

"Zhang, I've been looking for a chance to talk to you since you fell into a coma. The little wizards are crazy about you, and they've given you a new nickname.

Dragon Rider - to be honest, I'm a little jealous."

Dumbledore smiled nostalgically:

"Because I also dreamed of riding a dragon when I was a kid."

Zhang Xiao spread his hands: "Maybe I'll have to consider renting Norbert out after I go back. My classmates' letters to me all expressed their desire to ride Norbert.

By the way, Professor, how is Norbert doing?"

"Very good." Dumbledore smiled: "Our gamekeeper and professor of magical creature protection, Hagrid, was declared cleared of suspicion that night.

The Ministry of Magic is very sorry for wrongly accusing Hagrid fifty years ago.

They were reluctant to admit this. Anyway, it's all good news. The dragon's vitality is very strong, and the basilisk's venom can't even kill him.

Professor Snape prepared a powerful antidote and soon freed the brave dragon from the torment of the venom.

Under Hagrid's care, it recovered very well.

And as you said, all the little wizards in the school love it very much and sent a lot of food.

For now, Norbert is enjoying this life very much. "

Zhang Xiao finally put his mind at ease, and the two fell into silence for a while. The old and the young did not speak, but drank tea quietly.

"Professor Dumbledore, there is something I want to tell you." After drinking a glass of lemonade, Zhang Xiao broke the silence and took out Tom Riddle's diary under Dumbledore's gaze.

He placed it on the table and pushed it towards Dumbledore, playing the role of a young wizard who had discovered some secrets but did not know the details:

"Professor, there is something wrong with this thing. It contains a piece of Tom Riddle's soul, which we call 'po'."

Dumbledore asked softly, "Do you know who Tom Riddle is?"

"Of course I know, the Dark Lord, the one whose name cannot be mentioned - Voldemort."

"Yes, he cast a spell on his own name, and once his name is spoken, it will be sensed, so people are afraid of him and dare not even say his name.

This is a very evil thing - I am very hesitant whether I should tell you, because according to my experience, the better the wizard, the more he resists death.

Few people can resist the temptation of immortality."

Dumbledore looked at Zhang Xiao with his azure eyes, wanting to see the reaction of this young wizard who was enough to be the best of the younger generation.

Zhang Xiao curled his lips, showing his disdain for the Horcrux to the fullest. He didn't even want this crappy Horcrux for free!

Eternal life? Bah, this is also called eternal life?

This kind of rubbish that splits your soul, turning yourself into a psychopath and immortal?

And Horcruxes definitely have a shelf life, and the wear and tear caused by time alone is not something the soul can bear.

To be honest, the Philosopher's Stone is more reliable than this thing!

"Professor Dumbledore, you don't have to worry that I will be confused by this kind of thing, not to mention."

Zhang Xiao hesitated for a while. The ultimate goal of Taoism is to seek longevity and ascend to heaven, but he really doesn't know much about Taoism, so he didn't say too much.

Perhaps it was the unpretentious contempt on Zhang Xiao's face that made Dumbledore sigh softly:

"I have been hoping to get this proof for a long time." He picked up the diary:

"It further proves my idea, it tells me that I am right, and it also makes me know how far we have to go..."

Zhang Xiao suddenly noticed that Dumbledore waved his hand gently, and the whole room seemed to have an invisible wave spreading out.

The noise that could be faintly heard before had completely disappeared.

He blocked all possible peeping and eavesdropping.

"Zhang" Dumbledore said: "I am sure you can understand what I am saying, just as you are a little older now.

Tom Riddle has begun to fear death, and he has tried every way to make himself immortal."

"So this is his result, sir?" Zhang Xiao tried to make himself look like he heard it for the first time.

"He created this... this crappy thing? Is this why Mr. Voldemort can never die?"

"Yes, it's called a Horcrux, a thing that can save people from death, although I don't know why you have always been dismissive of it.

But it is undoubtedly effective. Voldemort was hit by his own killing curse, but he did not die. You know, with his power.

Even an adult dragon can't resist it, but he still survived." Dumbledore said: "And my worries are more than that.

According to my suspicion, Voldemort made more than one Horcrux. But your father just mentioned something very interesting.

He said that the human soul has 'sanhunqipo'" Dumbledore said.

"So I think this should help determine the upper limit of the number of Horcruxes."

"Seven!" Zhang Xiao said without hesitation.

"Seven?" Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to flash a ray of light, and this number happened to be Voldemort's favorite number.

"Yes, up to seven!" Zhang Xiao smiled and asked with an inexplicable meaning: "Professor Dumbledore, do you know why I am sure that I will not be tempted by Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore finally showed an interested look and nodded:

"I am very interested."

"Because making Horcruxes requires splitting one's soul, and although splitting the soul will not lead to death, it will lose other things.

Becoming a moody, stubborn, and even unable to stay calm for a long time. Madman, this kind of short-term immortality that loses self, is not just me.

I am afraid that if it is placed in the East, no one is willing to use it."

"Is that the case?" Dumbledore's beard trembled, and it seemed that the dark clouds that had been covering his mind for a long time finally dispersed a little.

Some long-standing doubts were answered again.

For example, Tom Riddle was a graceful, charismatic, leadership, and wise Slytherin in his memory.

But later he became more and more extreme, and even seemed to know nothing except the Avada Kedavra curse.

This huge contrast even made Dumbledore wonder if he was hiding something or planning something big.

Now it turns out that he really pulled it!

What is more pleasant than the sudden decline of the opponent's intelligence?

That is.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you want to know the location of the Horcrux?"