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Chapter 345 The Escaper (Still on leave, vacation continues)

'Shit, how could this happen, is Sirius a pig? How did this stuff come out?'

Andrew cursed in his heart—he even wanted to curse himself.

Why were you so shameless at that time! If you were shameless enough to pick a specific item...

But that wouldn't work either... Sirius might not mind, but the old headmaster certainly wouldn't mind, and there was no way to explain it to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

"Make one up, you have to make one up, find a suitable excuse..."

Andrew realized the seriousness of the problem. A Horcrux that could be activated was extremely dangerous. Dumbledore obviously knew about the existence of the Horcrux. Next, he had to find a way to hint that it was a Horcrux as soon as possible.

But just as he was thinking quickly, the principal's expression became serious.

Memories started rolling again, the principal quickly looked through them, then quickly reviewed them again, freezing the memory at the moment when the locket necklace stood out the most.

"Albus, is there something wrong with this thing?"

The only person who could break the silence imposed by Dumbledore at this time was Professor McGonagall.

"It's just my own unique guess."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but the expression on his face was much more relieved - there was no doubt that Dumbledore made his own choice as always, leaving the most difficult problems to himself.

But Andrew on the side felt relieved deep down in his heart - at any rate, it was good that Dumbledore noticed that it was a dangerous Horcrux.

"I have some ideas about the details," Dumbledore said slowly. He took a last look at the locket necklace and raised his hand slightly, but was suddenly interrupted by Sirius' exclamation, "This thing, I think I have seen this thing before!"

Dumbledore's hand was frozen, and everyone's eyes were focused on Sirius.

But Dumbledore did not ask immediately - he first looked at Andrew with a gentle look.

Andrew didn't say anything, he just cut off the memory reading and left the office obediently.

Then he and Bob at the door both frowned - because Professor Snape also came out with a grim face.

But the next person made Bob dumbfounded. He looked at Andrew with dull eyes, as if the sky had fallen.

But it was almost the same - because Professor McGonagall came out with a look of common sense on her face.

'The headmaster is stubborn... but I'm afraid no one can gain the headmaster's full trust in Horcruxes unless the headmaster chooses it himself.'

Andrew sighed inwardly, but there was nothing to say. He stood quietly outside the door, doing nothing, waiting for the result.

This was obviously not a good time to talk, and he had no intention of challenging the professor's patience.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the door to open, and Sirius came out with a confused look on his face - it was obvious that he knew nothing.

This expression greatly eased Professor Snape's mood, and Andrew could even feel the sincere joy.

The principal himself was the last one to come out. Unlike what Andrew expected, the principal's face was full of fighting spirit.

Fortunately, this awe-inspiring power was quickly replaced by a smile, "Don't be so anxious, just continue to work normally, I'm here."

This sentence was extremely effective in stabilizing the military's morale; the tense atmosphere created by the two jailbreaks disappeared completely in an instant.

"Yes, I welcome him to come. I still have some accounts to settle with him."

Sirius even had a hint of anticipation in his tone, but was soon interrupted by Professor Snape, "Friends killing each other? Oh, former friends, this is really exciting..."

He walked away with a bit of pleasure without even waiting for Sirius to fight back, leaving Sirius to curse at Snotlout before turning away. "Go back to class, Taylor," Professor McGonagall shook her head, "The Ministry of Magic's investigation probably won't produce any results today, let's see what happens tomorrow."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew turned and left.

"Also," the professor called to Andrew, "after Hogsmeade Week begins, you and the other prefects will lead the team to guard it - you have good fighting skills."

"I'll do it, Professor."

"Well, let's go."

-

"Damn it, I did something stupid!"

Mundungus looked at the strange forest in front of him and fell into panic.

He had no idea why things turned out like this, stupidly attacking students, stupidly entering Azkaban, and stupidly escaping from prison!

For the first time, he felt so clear-headed—but this clarity made him want to die!
"Why am I so stupid? Since when did I become so arrogant and violent?"

He was so stupid that he attacked Hogwarts students and thought he had found a shortcut to make money!

"You are just a stupid thief. Where do you get such courage?"

He began to recall painfully - he still had some sanity before he went to Azkaban to atone for his sins, but...

The memories were pieced together bit by bit - the Dementors that sucked the emotions, the Azkaban that suppressed people to death, the memories that disappeared from time to time, and that... yes, that power that allowed people to stay lucid when under the influence of the Dementors...

He looked at his clothes and tremblingly took out the treasure he got from Sirius - no, this was not a treasure, it was a deadly demon!
He remembered! When he first visited Sirius, his old habit came back and he found some unwanted junk from the trash can that Sirius was cleaning out of the old house.

Then he realized at a glance the unusual origin of this thing, and in order to sell it for a good price, he chose to carry it with him.

Later... later... Mundungus shuddered, and then he became bolder and more irritable, and he only sobered up briefly before entering Azkaban.

But even the most sober people who enter there will periodically lose their emotions...

'No, I have to save myself, I have to save myself... Oh, he can do it, he definitely can do it, Albus, he definitely can do it...'

"Absolutely not."

A strange voice appeared, and Mundungus felt that half of his body was out of control.

"What a disgusting and despicable creature," the strange and cold voice made a disgusted sound with half of its mouth, "If it weren't for that damn place, I should have been completely successful..."

The feeling of being out of control grew wildly, but there was nothing Mundungus could do - all his messy props were confiscated before he went to prison.

His consciousness began to sink and his face began to deform rapidly.

A handsome but distorted face emerged, "Damn it, I can't kill this disgusting thief. His consciousness is not fully released."

"But, it's okay, I'm back, Dumbledore."

He looked into the distance, "No, I should say that now I am Voldemort - Dumbledore, here I come."

(End of this chapter)