I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 527 The truth in memory
"Where did you go just now?"

"Principal's office?"

"He went to steal something?"

Owen shook his head. "Nothing was stolen. Dumbledore was not in the habit of writing secrets on parchment."

"Then this is a serious violation of school rules. For this reason alone, we should arrest him."

"It's against school rules for us to hang around in the corridor now," Owen said.

Hermione suddenly became unhappy, "Why are you defending him?"

"Hmm..." Owen showed a thoughtful expression, "Maybe it's because I subconsciously feel that the guy can still be saved."

"Can someone save him?" Hermione found it funny. What kind of excuse was this? "You said before that everyone is equal. Now you want to give a thief special care?"

"Well, if you say so," Owen looked down at Hermione, "I'll talk to their dean about this tomorrow - what if the child is abnormal? Well - most likely he's just itching for trouble. He needs a beating."

As he spoke, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Without waiting for the two to speak.

The person opposite called out their names.

"Owen, Hermione!"

Harry ran over excitedly.

"I got the memory. Now let's go find Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Owen waved his hand, pouring cold water on Harry's enthusiasm. "Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts tonight. He went to the Ministry of Magic to discuss something with the Minister. I came here to inform you of this."

"What a shame. We can't see the memory right away." Harry said with some regret, "Well, let's go back to the common room and go find Dumbledore tomorrow morning."

"See you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

The three of them parted ways at the spiral staircase.

Hermione and Harry headed to the eighth floor while Owen went down to the basement.

Before leaving, Miss Granger still looked a little unhappy, but there was not much left.

Her hands were in her pockets.

bulging.

It seems to hold a lot of things.

After touching those things, the gloom on Hermione's face disappeared instantly.

He happily went up the stairs.

The next morning, after breakfast, the three of them rushed to the principal's office.

They knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's tired voice said from behind it, "Come in."

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore's office remained the same, but the view outside the window was replaced by a black night sky full of stars.

The old principal was sitting in his office chair with a few letters at his side.

"It's you?" Dumbledore said in surprise, "What's the matter so early?"

"Professor, we got Slughorn's memories," Harry said immediately, pulling out two small glass bottles and showing them to Dumbledore.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment when he saw the small glass bottle that Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment when he saw the small glass bottle that Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

"This is exciting news! It's awesome! I know you can do it!"

He obviously stayed up all night, which could be seen from his poor complexion.

Dumbledore hurried out from behind the table, took Slughorn's memory, strode to the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, picked up the stone basin, Dumbledore placed the stone basin on the table and poured the contents of the bottle into it.

"Now, we are going to see the truth of that history. Although we have made speculations, this needs to be confirmed." As he spoke, he motioned for the three little wizards to enter the Pensieve together.

Several people fell in the darkness and returned to Slughorn's office many years ago.

This memory was exactly the one when Voldemort, still a student, asked Slughorn about the splitting of the Horcruxes.

To be honest, Senior Tom had already created two Horcruxes at that time, one was the diary he made in the fifth grade, and the other was the Gaunt Ring that killed his father's entire family during the summer vacation in the sixth grade.

At this time, Voldemort had already mastered how to split the soul and how to create the Horcrux spell. He asked Slughorn for advice just to determine the number of times the soul could be split.

He wanted to split his soul six times and create seven Horcruxes.

Because seven is a magical number in the wizarding world, and this is what Voldemort wants to do.

Before this, Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione all knew the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Owen had guessed it and told them in their second and third years.

But speculation is just speculation, and what Dumbledore wants is to know for sure whether it is really seven.

When it comes to Horcruxes, any caution is justified.

"Here we are, Hermione, Owen, Harry!" Dumbledore whispered, "Let's go..."

The young wizard fell back to the floor of the office. Before Dumbledore could speak, Harry said, "Professor, Voldemort made seven Horcruxes. It is seven, exactly as we guessed before!"

"Yes, I had initially guessed this number, as Riddle said, seven is the most magical number. In fact, I have been waiting for this evidence for a long time." Dumbledore said, "It confirms the speculation..."

"We've destroyed several already," said Harry. "Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket."

"And the Hufflepuff cup," Hermione suggested. "And maybe the Ravenclaw diadem, too. You found it in your second year, didn't you?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "You remember, Hermione. Tom was always fascinated by these famous ancient relics. Among the four founders, only the Sword of Gryffindor survived."

"So I think I've destroyed five!" said Harry.

"No, four!" Hermione corrected.

Harry still didn't know about the diary.

"That makes five." Owen stared at Hermione and said with a half-smile, "I can't possibly not have a backup plan."

"Really?" Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"That's great. There are only two left. Our victory is in sight." Harry said with a sense of relief.

"As for the sixth one, I already have a clue. I should be able to get it in a while." Dumbledore suddenly said, "But the last one..."

His eyes quickly scanned Harry's face.

Just as Owen had worried before, Voldemort's body was destroyed again, and his new body no longer had Harry's blood. No one knew whether the magic of love still existed in his body.

Dumbledore didn't know whether Harry could survive.

As he spoke, the old headmaster suddenly changed the subject and said, "Regarding the Horcrux, our countermeasures are clear. Now, let's take a look at the second memory."

As he spoke, he channeled the memory of the second glass bottle into the Pensieve, and then the young wizards sank into darkness again.

A small villa appeared in the darkness.

The exterior is in medieval English style, with stone walls covered with moss and vines, doors and windows carved with exquisite patterns, and every stroke is full of artistic sense. The door is inlaid with an ancient copper door knocker, on which is engraved a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly.

Slughorn appeared in the center of the picture. He walked into the house from outside and walked without stopping to a room on the third floor.

Unlike the first memory, this one is obviously closer to the present.

Because Slughorn at this time was at least 80% similar to what he is now.

Owen speculated that this memory should be no more than twenty years old.

"Ding-Dong——" Shortly after he walked into the room, the doorbell rang almost as soon as he entered.

Slughorn hurried back into the living room and opened the door.

"professor."

A person appeared outside the door, surprising everyone.

The man had a delicate and handsome face, beautiful black hair, and a pair of striking gray eyes.

The moment Harry saw him, he couldn't help but shout, "Is it Sirius?"

"No—" Dumbledore shook his head, "It's his brother."

"Regulus Black." Owen said calmly. He had previously guessed that Regulus' death might be related to Slughorn. Now it seems that there is indeed a connection. "Hello." Regulus in the memory asked anxiously, "How is your research going?"

"Oh! Regulus." Slughorn said happily at the door, "It will take some time, but there are finally some signs of progress."

He then invited Regulus into his room and headed to the third floor.

"To be honest I don't know much about ancient runes."

This was clearly Slughorn's laboratory.

Except for the windows, the rest of the walls were lined with cabinets filled with all kinds of magical materials. It looked a bit scary at first glance.

It's like some mad scientist's laboratory.

"So, Professor, you have no way to make it?"

Regulus looked at Slughorn regretfully, his eyes falling on the table behind him.

"No——" Slughorn smiled, turned around and took something out of the drawer under the table behind him.

It was like a locket.

Very similar in general to Slytherin's locket.

The surface is engraved with runes and a blue crystal is inlaid on the top.

Owen, Hermione, and Harry recognized the thing almost immediately. It was Regulus's remains before his death. They had seen it in the Tower of Divine Providence connected to the cave.

"It's difficult, but—"

"Professor, you are amazing." Regulus showed his delight and took the strange thing.

"I don't know what you are going to do, but some of the things recorded on this slate are very dangerous. They may have been left behind by ancient dark wizards. You must be careful." Slughorn said as he stroked a black slate on the table beside him.

Regulus's attention was focused on it just now.

"Professor, what exactly is written here?" Regulus asked.

"Yes - it's a map, and a method for making a treasure key. As for the rest, it will take me some time to fully understand it."

"The one in my hand"

"Yes, it's called 'Roadstone', and it will lead you to the exact location of the 'treasure'. Judging from the stone slab, it's probably in Canada."

"Thank you, Professor." Regulus said, "Then I plan to go look for this 'treasure' during the summer vacation."

"Wait - Regulus." Slughorn's face became a little more serious. "The group of people with this stone wall are very strange. They don't completely trust you. What if they tempt you into some dangerous place? And -"

"and?"

"I suspect he may be connected to--" said Slughorn gruffly. "Maybe he may be connected to the Saints. In case you haven't noticed--I see the mark of Grindelwald on both of them."

"Saints? Isn't that a fictional organization in The Quibbler?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps this is where the other party is smart. The truth and falsehood make it impossible for you to guess the truth." Slughorn continued to warn: "Before that, the woman named Gabriel Rosier had appeared in Britain. At that time, she had won over many outstanding graduates of Hogwarts and persuaded them to join the Witch Party or the Second Nurmengard. You know, they cannot appear in the world openly, so it is normal for the organization to change its name. Maybe it is called the Saints now?"

"Lily wrote to tell me that many people, including your brother Sirius, James, Lupin and others have received invitations. Now it's your turn."

"Lily thought that woman was very abnormal and hoped that the school could investigate her. Professor McGonagall and I looked for her, but we could not find any trace of her, so we had to let it go in the end."

"Professor, although there are dangers, I still want to give it a try. That thing called ancient magic can definitely change the current situation. I have made up my mind." Regulus said with a firm look.

"I will leave as soon as possible, aiming for August."

A look of determination emerged on the young boy's immature face.

Gradually, the surrounding environment began to become unreal.

"It is over," Dumbledore whispered.

Then the scenery in the eyes of the four people changed suddenly.

When I felt the light again, I was back in the principal's office.

"Roadstone. It turns out that the divine tower is shrouded in holy mist! No wonder grandpa couldn't find any trace of it after searching for several months."

Owen, returning from the Pensieve, spoke immediately.

"It seems so." Dumbledore nodded.

As for the road stones and sacred mists, he learned about their functions and production methods from the collections in the city of Ionia.

"I think that Regulus knew about the existence of ancient magic because he participated in the exploration of the Tower of Divine Providence organized by my mother and others. I think he hoped to use this power to fight Voldemort.

But he obviously didn’t get what he wanted.”

"These things actually happened back then." Dumbledore sighed softly, and a trace of sadness lingered in his heart again, "I missed too many opportunities."

"Professor, you've done your best." Hermione spoke quickly to comfort him.

"But that's not enough," the old man said. "Well - now we should move on."

"Regarding the production of the roadstones, Owen, can you come?"

"That's easy." Owen nodded. "Its production method is simple. It's just a key. It's just that the raw materials are difficult to find."

Slughorn was just a potion master. He was able to make this kind of roadstone by studying an ancient stone slab behind closed doors for a period of time. This shows how difficult it is to make.

As for why Regulus chose Slughorn to help him, on the one hand, he was the head of Slytherin House at the time, and he must have had a good relationship with him.

On the other hand, he himself would have really wanted to take part in that adventure.

If he went to find Professor Dumbledore, let alone whether he could gain the professor's trust after joining the Death Eaters, even if the old headmaster chose to believe him, he would not be allowed to participate. After all, one must be on guard against others.

"Raw materials?" Dumbledore looked at Owen.

"Directions! Professor, that kind of source crystal is everywhere in the mines under the city of Ionia. The most important thing for making road stones is source crystal. The others, even George and Fred can make them."

"I think the biggest possibility that my mother approached Regulus is because the Black family might have the Source Crystal. After all, they are a pure-blood family with a thousand-year heritage. It is not impossible that they have come into contact with the God-favored Cult in the past."

"Well - I think it's very likely. After all, the pure-blood concept is deeply rooted in that family." Owen said.

"Well, that's a possibility," said Dumbledore. "Then you should focus all your energy on making road stones. It seems that you will have to go to Canada to meet him once in a while."

"No problem Professor."

After Owen accepted the task, he left the headmaster's office with Harry and Hermione.

Compared to Harry, he was in high spirits because he felt that Voldemort's death was approaching.

Hermione's face was filled with worry.

She worried about Owen's trip to Canada.

Owen comforted her and the little witch finally felt relieved.

In fact, the dangers in the Tower of Divine Grant are different.

But Owen believes that the most dangerous one, the one off the coast of Italy, has been resolved.

Because that was the only one that Merlin had planned personally.

Others, like the one in Brazil, if Voldemort hadn't been involved, perhaps Coatl, the chosen one of Quetzalcoatl, could have solved it alone. For example, in the one in India, the remaining will of the Outer God inside was not even as strong as an ordinary wizard, and his grandfather Grindelwald easily solved it. Not to mention the one in Australia, the seal of the eternal reincarnation can last forever, and as long as no one intervenes, the consciousness of the Outer God will never return.

To sum up, Irving believes that the same is true in the divine tower in Canada.

At present, the only place in danger may be the divine tower on the Greek island of Mothrace.

Owen had a feeling that the story was about to come to an end.

Perhaps the decisive battle will come within half a year.

I don’t know what will happen when he gathers all the power of the foreign gods in the seven divine towers into one?
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In the following time, Owen went to Victor for help and worked hard to make road stones.

He wanted to build not just one, but several.

With this thing, you never know when you will encounter a treasure hidden by holy mist.

Hermione was still busy looking for the real murderer who disguised himself as him.

Although there was no harvest, the little witch was very excited and even mobilized DA members to search together.

Fortunately, Draco has been quiet for a few days, otherwise he would definitely have been caught.

(End of this chapter)