harleyscars Chapter 501 The Rumors of the Soul Weapon
Chapter 501 The Rumors of the Soul Weapon
Chapter 501 The Rumors of the Soul Weapon
Wait a moment----
If he took a Horcrux—wouldn't that mean he let it go himself?
Loila pursed her lips and quickly explained, "This—I didn't know that before!"
"————" Snape rolled his eyes at Loira's eagerness to clarify and continued, "In short ———— The Mysterio Man is indeed making Horcruxes."
"However, the exact time is unknown—and it's also unclear how many there are."
"But—but wait a minute—" Loila asked as if she had just realized something, "Since—he made the Horcruxes himself—why did he leave them at Hogwarts—and then take them away?"
Royla's question made Snape raise an eyebrow: "I didn't expect you to be so much smarter than I thought."
What kind of image did you have of me before?
"This is the matter we're investigating," Snape paused, then said, "but the reason is still unknown."
"We only have clues about two Horcruxes so far," Snape said, looking at Royla. "One of them is what you mentioned—the thing he took from the Room of Requirement."
"What about the other one?" Loila asked instinctively, looking at Snape who had suddenly stopped.
"Another possibility is that dark magic item." Snape looked at Loila with a cold smile. "You should know that too, right?"
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"Hmm!"
He was probably referring to Mr. Riddle's diary—I don't know anything about that.
"I—I don't know," Loila said softly, her head lowered. "That—that thing has been destroyed."
"I know that," Snape said, pursing his lips. "After he had almost completely come back to life."
Ah—it seems so—
A slightly embarrassed Loila lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word, while Snape continued, "In short, there are many clues about Horcruxes that we don't know."
Do you understand what I mean?
"Um?"
To be honest, I don't quite understand.
Snape shook his head at Loila's bewildered look: "It seems your intelligence isn't quite that high after all."
"What I mean is—" he said slowly as he rose, "you're a member of the Order of the Phoenix, right?"
"Yes—yes!" Loila nodded firmly and said, "I am a staunch member of the Order of the Phoenix!"
Snape raised an eyebrow and said, "Then you should also treat this as your mission."
Do you understand?
This time—this time I understand—but to be honest, Royla doesn't know much about Horcruxes; she only knows that it's a form of dark magic that allows one to achieve immortality by splitting their soul—and those who understand dark magic—
After much thought, Loila only knew two things —
One was Miss Heero, but she didn't seem to know anything about it either. Loira didn't think Dumbledore wouldn't have asked her.
Besides her, the only other person who might know about this is Lord Grindelwald.
But I no longer have much of a chance to ask Lord Grindelwald—
Wait a minute, this looks like an opportunity!
I haven't seen Lord Grindelwald for over a year—if I told Dumbledore about this, would he allow me to see Lord Grindelwald?
Or—or will he doubt himself?
"That's hard to say," Loila thought for a few seconds and then nodded. "I—I understand."
"That would be for the best." Snape said, slowly rising and walking out of the school hospital. He seemed to have only come to inquire about such matters.
With his departure, the school hospital fell silent once again.
However, the quiet of the school hospital did not seem to affect the commotion inside the Ministry of Magic at this moment.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
At the European Wizarding Union meeting, a group of wizards sat together arguing noisily, while a serious woman sitting on a high platform kept banging her small hammer on the table in front of her.
Even the constant "bang bang bang" sounds couldn't stop the noisy wizards sitting below.
"You damned Englishmen killed Störberg!" The German Auror, dressed in black robes, angrily pointed at the several British Aurors in front of him.
"You're not satisfied with just killing Karkaroff anymore, are you?"
"Karkaroff isn't dead yet!" an Auror couldn't help but remind him. "The one who's dead is the fugitive Barty Crouch Jr."
"So what?" shouted the German Auror. "You Englishmen can't even catch your own prisoners!"
"Letting one escape is bad enough, but there's another one!"
"He even killed the principal of Durmstrang!"
The German Auror's voice grew louder and louder, momentarily suppressing the British Aurors in front of him.
"You Germans have a problem too!" one of the British Aurors said, seemingly after holding back for a long time. "Is the Steinberg you sent clean?"
"He's a dark wizard!"
"A Death Eater!"
"Nonsense!" German Auror slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Didn't you say the mysterious man was dead?"
"If he's dead, how can there be Death Eaters?"
"And ultimately, the Death Eaters are a problem for you British!"
"Isn't the mysterious man one of you British people?"
"You're talking about nationality!" the British Auror retorted. "According to you, the one who killed him was British, so why aren't you grateful?"
"You broke down the wall yourself and then fixed it, and you expect us to be grateful? Oh, Merlin!"
"This is what you British are like!" The German Aurors' agitated state made the scene somewhat uncontrollable, and the Aurors from all over the European Ministry of Magic attacked their colleagues viciously as if they had arrived in Diagon Alley.
"How embarrassing." Among the council members of the Wizarding Union, MUTOR, who wore a fake eye, snorted coldly. He looked at Dumbledore beside him and said, "Aren't you going to stop them, Albus?"
"A little argument will bring them back to their senses," Dumbledore said calmly. "And—"
"Being too prominent isn't always a good thing," he said, glancing at the Aurors in the direction of the British Ministry of Magic.
One middle-aged man sat silently at the back, and the Aurors sitting next to him did not participate in the argument either.
Seemingly noticing Dumbledore's gaze, he slightly raised his head to look at Dumbledore, then gave a forced smile.
Compared to his smile, Dumbledore's was much more composed; he smiled slightly and then slowly rose.
As he stood up, the previously noisy council immediately fell silent.
Everyone instinctively looked at him.
"————" Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, then chuckled softly, "I just have a bit of an upset stomach."
His words elicited no response; everyone simply watched as he slowly walked out of the council chamber, with Muto following closely behind, leaning on his cane.
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Fudge took a deep breath as he watched the council chamber, which had become noisy again after Dumbledore left.
"That conspicuous fellow Dumbledore—" Umbridge muttered viciously beside him, "He'd love for everyone's attention to be on him."
"————" Fuji was silent for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and nodded slightly as if he had made a decision.
"Don't blame me, Dumbledore—"
His mutterings were only audible to himself.
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