Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"..............This is exactly the question I asked." Kaisen said helplessly.

"A clichéd but classic prophecy. Harry and Tom, one represents justice and the other represents evil. In the end, justice triumphs over evil. That's it." Dumbledore shrugged and said.

"What about Voldemort............." Kaisen asked.

"It is obvious that Voldemort has that kind of...how to put it...fate like in Greek mythology. In order to prevent the prophecy from happening, he eventually caused the prophecy to come true. Not only was he unlucky, he was also stupid. So to this day, he still wants to figure out what this prophecy is." Dumbledore said, pointing to the crystal ball.

"Is this crystal ball useful to us?" Kaisen asked.

"It's useless. I know the whole process of the prophecy." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Then why keep it? Are you waiting for it to be stolen by Voldemort?" A pixel flame rose in Kaisen's hand and he was about to throw the crystal ball in.

Dumbledore watched this scene with great interest. He did not feel any special power from the flame. To be honest, he was also very curious about why the pixel flame in Kaisen's hand could burn everything like the Fiendfyre.

Then he watched helplessly as the crystal ball was thrown into the flames. Finally, he heard a crackling sound, and not even a speck of dust was left of the crystal ball.

"Once again I don't understand the principle of your fire." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

"This is talent, is there anything else?" Kaisen asked.

"No, let's go eat and let the young wizards see that their alchemy professor is back." Dumbledore stood up and walked out of the office with Kaisen and headed towards the auditorium.

As Dumbledore and Kaisen walked into the Great Hall and were seen by the young wizards, the Great Hall instantly erupted in cheers. Dumbledore whispered in Kaisen's ear: "How I wish this cheer was for me, but unfortunately, I really don't have any talent for being liked by others."

Kaisen also replied quietly: "Maybe it's because you're not honest enough? After all, you always hide things."

"That's all necessary for my position," Dumbledore explained.

"Now that you mention it, I suddenly don't care about the position of principal anymore." Kaisen curled his lips.

"Have you always been thinking about this?"

"Because your chair is so comfortable."

As the two sat down, Harry, the only young wizard who knew the truth about Kaisen's disappearance, rushed over and said, "Professor, are you okay?"

"Obviously, although it has gone through some twists and turns, it has no missing limbs, and there is no extra face on the back of its head. It's very good." Kaisen stood up and turned around to Harry across the table and said.

"That's good." Harry nodded softly, then he felt the sharp gaze of Snape who had just returned, and left dejectedly.

"Apparently, Severus was very angry about Harry telling us about his dream. Apparently, he thought the right thing for Harry to do after having that kind of dream was to sleep peacefully, rather than telling us to ask you to rescue him," Dumbledore explained.

"Severus, can't you...um...value your own life a little more?" Kaisen said helplessly.

"You are the only one at this table who has no right to say this," Snape said concisely.

"OK, it's my fault, it's my fault. I won't do it again next time." Kaisen quickly nodded in agreement.

"Professor, how was your adventure?" Another little Gryffindor wizard finished his meal and walked directly to the professor's seat, taking the opportunity to say something to Kaisen.

"Can't you tell? It's obviously very interesting." Kaisen said with a wry smile, pointing to his clothes.

"Then I know."

After the little wizard left, the third one also walked over slowly. Steve Caracalla stood in front of Kaisen. There was no muscle on the skull face, but Kaisen could see some kind of disgusted expression on it.

"Can't you consider changing your clothes? The way you're dressed... looks like Jigong." Steve commented.

"There's nothing I can do. I was too busy when I just came back. Have you put your mind back?" Kaisen asked.

"What are eyes for?" Steve pointed to his empty eye sockets filled with fire, then stretched out his arm, picked up a steak from Kaisen's plate, and walked upstairs while eating.

"Why does it seem like he's busier than me every day?" Kaisen said with a look of confusion.

"Who knows, maybe Tootsie will have troubles too." Dumbledore said with a smile.

As everyone finished lunch, the young wizards began their afternoon exams.

After it was over, the Hogwarts Express whirred into Hogsmeade Station once again.

Kaisen also boarded the train. After all, this was the time when the young wizards were the most complete and densely packed. Although there were already a large number of Aurors escorting them on the train, having one more person on board was like an extra layer of protection.

This time, the Hogwarts Express ran overnight and stopped in London early the next morning.

Kaisen took a few young wizards to send Hermione and her family to the airport first, and Kaisen also gave her an ender pearl.

Then he took a few little wizards to play in the city until noon. After seeing Hermione's plane take off, he used Ender Teleport to take the little wizards back to the Black Mansion in Grimmauld Place.

Sirius, Lupin, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix had prepared a large table of delicious food waiting for them.

"Kaysen, you really scared me this time. You must be more rational next time. You knew it was a trap, so why did you fall into it? Right?"

"You can fully trust Professor Snape's wisdom and talent. He can handle his own affairs." Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Longbottom, who already knew the truth about Kaisen's disappearance as soon as they entered the room, surrounded Kaisen like two mothers and kept giving him instructions. Harry, who was standing behind Kaisen, was envious of them.

This is a kind of happiness called motherhood, but he quickly put away his envy. He almost forgot that Professor Kaisen was also an orphan. It was really wrong for him to envy Professor Kaisen!

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Chapter 395 Because He Studied Biology

"Okay, everyone, let's sit down and eat!" Someone, perhaps because they were really hungry, urged.

Everyone sat down and began to enjoy the food, but somehow, the food on the entire table unknowingly flowed slowly towards Kaisen.

The latter also accepted everything. Just a few hours ago, his internal organs were almost turned into jelly. Now he could eat more... no problem, no problem.

Meanwhile, after learning from Snape that Kaysen had broken the time barrier he had set up and re-emerged, Voldemort instinctively wanted to light a Smitten. Who of him and Kaysen had made the Horcrux? Why was that guy's health bar so thick?

No death?

Is this right!

But what could he say? He was just a weak, pitiful, helpless Dark Lord. What kind of dignity did he have? He just had to swallow his teeth, lying pitifully on his bed, trying hard not to soak his pillow with tears.

The next day, he and his Death Eater companions rushed out to find a random Muggle family to have some fun with Ace Amour.

The kind where Ace tortured Aimu to death.

...........................................

Early the next morning, Dumbledore slowly opened the door of Kaisen's room, took out his wand and cast a cooling spell on Kaisen who was sleeping soundly.

The latter sat up with a start, looking at Dumbledore who appeared in front of him with a confused face, and slowly said: "What's wrong with you?"

"I need you to accompany me to a place, Kaisen. I didn't sleep all night last night. I thought a lot... Do you want to know?" Dumbledore pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What... just say it directly." Kaisen rubbed his face and changed his posture from lying to sitting. He leaned against the headboard and said.

"The secret about Tom's resurrection." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Horcrux, we all know this secret, don't we?" Kaisen raised his eyebrows.

"We all know about Horcruxes, but what exactly are Horcruxes? Where did he hide them?" Dumbledore asked.

"Do you have an idea?" Kaisen said with some surprise.

"Obviously, yes. I said I didn't sleep last night. I went through everything related to Tom since he started school, and everything that might be related to him. I looked into everything that could be connected to him..."

"Whether using my own memory or the archives of Hogwarts' records of major and minor news events in the wizarding world over the years, I finally discovered something." Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, you talk, I'm listening." Kaisen said.

"Let me think, where should I start? I'm sorry, an old man always nagging... Let me start here. I always tell you that Tom, as a half-blood wizard himself, leads the pure-blood wizards... Do you think he is a bit... a clown?" Dumbledore said faintly.

"The Joker is definitely one of them, but since you chose his bloodline as the entry point, what? Which aspect of his wizard bloodline do you have a clue about?" Kaisen asked.

"Yes, his mother, a witch named Gaunt. Although her magic is not very powerful, she is indeed a witch."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and paused for a moment, as if contemplating something. It was a long moment before he spoke again: "Let me see... The Gaunts are a very ancient pure-blood family. Let's not talk about antiquity for now, but about pure blood. They are so pure... that in their later years, they gave birth to idiots and deformed children, their magical talents drained and weakened by this abnormal breeding habit."

"So much so that Maplogant, Tom's mother, was a witch who didn't even have the power to save herself at the end of her life."

Kaisen nodded. "Since you said the clue lies in Voldemort's mother's bloodline, let's get straight to the point and not dwell too much on the fate of Voldemort's mother, okay?"

Dumbledore smiled silently. "It's my fault for being so long-winded again. Maplogant Gaunt had an older brother who was the head of the Gaunt family at the time. But while he was called the head of the family, he was actually an alcoholic with limited magical abilities and a shaky mind."

"Sorry, I'm off topic again."

"Back to Tom. He entered Slytherin, a house renowned for its purity. He believed his magic was so advanced that he couldn't be just another Muggle mutant. So, he began... seeking kinship in the wizarding world. Although his methods weren't so despicable back then, if we analyze his actions in depth... it was indeed a case of seeking kinship."

Kaisen pouted his lips in an uncontrollable smile: "Why don't you be more blunt? You could just call him shameless."

Dumbledore waved his hand. "It hasn't come to that yet, because he did succeed in recognizing his relatives in the end. He learned some secrets of pure-blood families from some of his Slytherin friends at the time."

"One of them was an unworthy descendant of the Gaunt family. One was an alcoholic, and the other had little magical power... The loser shamelessly used a love potion to bully a Muggle gentleman. When the drug was finally stopped, the Muggle gentleman ran away. The loser left their child in an orphanage, and finally froze to death in an alley, ending her tragic and hateful life."

"Our Mr. Tom Riddle was very disdainful of such families at first, but I have to say that he was very smart back then, smarter than anyone I have ever met, including me, Gellert, Nicolas Flamel, and you. He was smarter than all of us..."

"So he inevitably suspected that his powerful magical powers and tragic life story of being born in an orphanage were related to the Gaunt family..."

Kaisen raised an eyebrow and continued, "So why did Voldemort despise such a magically weak family, and then think that I, who have powerful magic, have a connection with him?"

"Because he has studied Muggle biology, perhaps it's something like... hybrid advantage?" Dumbledore said helplessly.

Chapter 396 Resurrection Stone

".....................It's so damn reasonable!" Kaisen said a little uncontrollably.

"So, he continued to investigate what happened back then and found out who the Muggle man Maplogant was looking for was. That Muggle man's name was exactly the same as his, also called...Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore paused after he finished speaking, picked up the small wine flask that Kaysen had placed on the bedside, and moistened his throat. "His magic was already very powerful at the time, so he brutally killed old Tom Riddle, his biological father."

"Then he found his mother's family, the Gaunt family. When he found the Gaunt mansion, it was already in ruins. Only the so-called head of the family was left, dazed and drunk, half asleep and half awake, wondering what he was doing."

"Tom saw that his only respectable blood relative was such a loser. We can all guess what he did. He decisively ended his life again."

Kaisen sighed, "What a poignant ethical story! But why are you saying all this? Isn't your main theme the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pressed it down slightly, signaling Kaisen not to worry. "The secret of the Horcrux I mentioned should be in the old house of the Gaunt family. Let's recall, how many of Tom's Horcruxes have we come into contact with now?"

Kaisen looked at the ceiling. "His diary, and the locket."

"That's not an ordinary locket. It's Slytherin's locket. It has a very profound meaning. From these two Horcruxes, we can see that Tom disdains to use ordinary, meaningless things to make Horcruxes."

"As for significance, in his eyes, the Gaunt family, as direct descendants of Slytherin, must have something meaningful." Dumbledore explained slowly.

"Oh...so you told me all this nonsense just to bring up the possibility that Voldemort's Horcrux might be in the Gaunt family mansion? Can't you just get straight to the point?" Kaisen said with a look of confusion.

"If I woke you up with a cooling spell, then Apparated you to the Gaunt family mansion, found the Horcrux, destroyed it, and returned, and you were completely bewildered for less than five minutes, what would be the point? You wouldn't know anything. It would just be a meaningless diary, like an ordinary elementary school student's diary, boringly recording what you ate and drank today, what classes you attended, what games you played, and finally adding a sentence saying, "I had a great day today."

"What's the point of that?"