"I have to say Draco is really lucky, but you misunderstood, Pansy." Allen lowered his head and shook his head, "I ask you how urgency you are looking at things, and how you are considering how you choose to save him."

"Hmm? Alan, do you mean you can't believe how many ways you can not only?" Pansy couldn't believe his ears. The sword of Damocles hanging above her head actually had many ways to solve it...

"Pancy, I told you that you should have come and told my brother earlier..." Emily showed off her tone, "My brother knows everything since she was a child, and no one else in the family can answer my questions, he can answer them!"

Allen found that his smart sister hadn't realized that when he was a child, he was just the other people in the family were annoyed by her questions and did not answer her. He touched his nose awkwardly and turned to Pansy: "If your father decides to surrender, it's best to solve it. Just let him agree on a time. I'll pick him up. You know that I have many ways to avoid the restrictions on the anti-phantom displacement area; but if your father's attitude is like this, maybe you should have more confidence in your professor. I don't need the assistance of Auror to break into Tom's lair and catch your father back... But this is not a very safe and secure way for your father, so I plan to try to use more Lavenclaw styles first... I will directly grab people as a last resort. You can first use the report that the disappearing cabinet has successfully repaired this matter, report the current situation in the UK to the Dark King in detail, and then use this matter to buy you and your father some time..."

Pansy and Emily's expressions were a little confused.

Seeing the puzzle of the two girls, Allen continued to explain, "You can tell him the dispute between me and Dumbledore at the opening banquet; tell him the increasingly disagreement between me and Dumbledore; after the cooperation between Harris and Ravenclaw, the pure blood families were preparing to join forces with Dumbledore to resist the Harris family in detail to Tom - if the Dark King still had a trace of Dark King should be rational, he would not want to simply expose the Vanishing Cabinet, which was originally a small means to punish you, but continue to lie dormant. After a more intense conflict between Dumbledore and others, the two of us failed parties will inevitably leave Hogwarts. At that time... the Vanishing Cabinet can be more useful than the benefits that a doomed assassin can bring to him... He will naturally make another plan."

A solution was obtained here at Allen. The decency and stubbornness that had been forcing since the summer vacation collapsed instantly. Pansy sat on the ground, tilting her head and closing her eyes, two big tears oozing out from under her eyelids. She opened her mouth wide and gasped, like a fish about to die, getting oxygen again.

"Of course, the premise of all this depends on Tom's rationality. You have to know that his recent condition is probably worse than before..." Allen reminded, "But don't worry, if he still asks you to continue assassination, I'll just catch your father and come back."

When Pansy was a little calm, Emily reached out and tried to help Pansy up, but was hugged by the other party's backhand, and then she heard some gratitude words coming out of the other party's mouth.

"Pancy, I'm very happy that you can make the right choice. Although you can't take my class before your father is rescued, as your professor, you can't let your class fall apart. I'll give you a textbook first, and Draco in the course first. Ask him if you don't understand anything. In addition, you have used brain closure recently much better than you did when you started school, but remember to keep your slack at any time... You will know that these things are really big for you after your strength is improved.

No more," Allen said with a hypocritical look at this time, "Oh, okay, you are strangling my little sweet bear and she will almost become a dead bear. Tell Emily your size. The ancient magic class robe will also be sent to you and Emily, who is not yet elective, in advance. As a gift for your Quidditch to win, you can wear it when there is no one... Hum? Why do you look at me like this? Do you think I could have known your assassination plan earlier but you can't find out that your girls like this outfit?"

At this time, the principal's room.

Dumbledore tilted the transparent small glass bottle with Slughorn's memory, and the memories inside were trapped in the meditation basin. The meditation basin was filled with stars and black memories circling there. They were once again devoted to Slughorn's memory.

Harry found that the memory in the previous part was the same as the memory provided by Slughorn that he saw last time, until he lifted the Horcrux.

"One night I read some material about some rare magic in the library...I think you can give me some advice." Riddle approached Slughorn, "If I remember correctly that thing is called... Horcrux."

"Soul energy is a container that hides a person's soul." Unlike the way Slughorn interrupted Tom in the last memory, this time Slughorn answered the question asked by Tom Riddle's mysterious man.

"But I can't think of how to do it, Professor." Tom Riddle approached Slughorn.

"Split the soul out of part and hide it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he is still protected. Protecting that hidden soul will survive. In other words, people with Horcrux will not be truly killed." Slughorn's tone was solemn, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

Riddle's hunger was now obvious, his greed expression could no longer hide his desire. He turned around and walked towards the fireplace next to him, preventing Slughorn from finding his expression change, he carefully controlled his voice, but Harry could feel his excitement, "What should we do to split the soul, Professor?"

"I think you already know the answer, Tom." Slughorn looked a little uneasy.

Tom Riddle's voice sounded particularly calm: "Kill."

"Yes, killing is one of the ways to separate the soul, which is a violation of the laws of nature." Slughorn shook his head like an elephant bitten by a mosquito, "But you have to know how to make the Horcrux, otherwise killing is just killing and having nothing to do with your soul."

"Can the soul be divided only once? For example, can it be divided into seven times?" Riddle's voice sounded like it was just out of curiosity.

"Seven times?" Slughorn looked very uneasy and glared at Riddle, as if he hadn't seen him clearly before, "Seven times! Merlin's beard, isn't it scary enough to kill one person? If the soul is divided into seven parts... these are just assumptions, right? Tom? It's purely academic discussion."

Tom Riddle took two steps forward and turned back again, looking very polite and gentlemanly, he said comfortably: "That's nature, professor. Just think this is a little secret between us."

The memory ended here and turned into black fog again as if it was collapsed.

"Professor." As soon as Harry fell back to the floor of the office, he couldn't wait to ask himself the question "Do you think Voldemort succeed?"

"Yes, he succeeded. You should recall it and know that he did not just make one..." Dumbledore's tone was very serious, and he staggered back a little. "Horas might be frightened by Tom's problem. Maybe he thought that according to Tom's knowledge, he could only know the disadvantages of splitting the soul too many times, which made him not warn of this behavior, and Tom's actual response was not clear--he might have known it later, but he didn't care."

Dumbledore took off the ring from his hand, and rolled the ring on the table for a few rounds. He took a charred diary from the drawer and placed it on the table: "This confirms my thoughts."

"Tom Riddle's diary." Harry didn't say it, he looked down at the ring on the table, "Including this, two Horcruxes have been destroyed."

"Yes, this is one of his Horcruxes. Four years ago, this Horcrux was destroyed by Allen using the basilisk's teeth." Dumbledore held the charred notebook. "I knew at that time that this magic was extraordinary, very evil and powerful, but then I knew how strong it was. Tonight's memory confirmed Allen and I thought."

"Does Allen also know there are multiple Horcruxes? Did he know that two of them were destroyed?" Harry was a little confused. He originally planned to run to tell Allen afterwards so that he could prepare.

"Many people think I seem to know everything, but I'm not." Dumbledore responded to Harry, with a lack of expression that seemed to fall into his own thoughts. "For example, Allen knows a lot of things I don't know - but more than two. As far as I know, Allen Harris also destroyed some."

"But if anyone can find all those Horcruxes and destroy them..." Harry said impatiently.

"Whoever can destroy Voldemort." Dumbledore raised his charred hand and said, "Marvoro's ring, a terrible curse, these Horcruxes are extremely difficult to find, and they are arranged in various traps."

"Professor, why don't you try your hand at Ravenclaw Temple?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's hand very worried. "I mean, that temple seems to be good at cursing, and Alan seems to have a close relationship with them, and Ms. Gray has always had a good relationship with them."

"Don't worry Harry, Professor Snape and myself should be able to treat it, and at my age I'm already having a hard time accepting some new things. No matter which way I take it, it will waste a lot of time..." Dumbledore gave Harry a reassuring smile, "We have to spend our time and energy first on the top, not me, the bad guy."

"But how to find it? He might hide these anywhere." Harry did not persuade him again. He was a little upset about wasting so long before he found the memory, thinking that if Dumbledore was quicker, he would be able to solve the problem faster and heal him with confidence.

"That's right, but black magic, especially the Horcrux..." Before Dumbledore could finish his words, Harry's finger touched the ring on the table.

As soon as he touched it, the ring evoked the horrifying memories deep in Harry's heart, causing his lightning scar to cause a pain - the image of Voldemort screaming at the young age, Tom Riddle in the orphanage stared at the postcard behind the pipes sandwiched against the wall, Voldemort's pale face after being reborn... quickly flashed through Harry's mind.

The ring rotated quickly on the table like a top, then slowly slowed down its rotation speed and fell back to the table. Dumbledore's eyes also rotated with the ring.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head uneasy. When he opened his eyes, he was a little dazed and adapted to the blue eyes after facing Dumbledore's crescent glasses.

"...It will leave traces." Dumbledore spitted out something he hadn't finished, and he walked around from behind the principal's desk and faced with Harry. "And, I think I might have found another one. But this time I can't destroy it alone."

Dumbledore's hair was white, his chin was tied into a strand of beard and swayed slightly as he walked. Dumbledore's face looked pale and haggard, and he smiled apologetically at Harry, "Harry, I've asked you too much this time."
Chapter completed!