Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Can you please stop giving Voldemort ideas?" Kaisen said with a smile.

"No, that should be impossible. But I remembered that if Voldemort's Horcruxes have other functions without any accidents, there are exactly three left. Of course, we have to omit that one." Dumbledore suddenly said.

Most people at the table didn't understand what kind of strange riddle Dumbledore was saying, but a few who knew Harry's true identity did understand it.

"What you mean is that Voldemort's fake identities were created by his Horcruxes?" Kaisen said.

"If nothing unexpected happens. Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"In that case... Last time I killed a Voldemort clone on Downing Street that was weaker than Voldemort, but only slightly weaker than Voldemort. That clone might have been created or controlled by Voldemort's Horcrux, because Voldemort didn't drop anything after I killed him."

After Kaisen finished speaking, he curled his lips and muttered softly: "Next time I should use the snatch enchantment, maybe I can snatch Voldemort's Horcrux from the void."

"What?" Lupin asked, not hearing what Kaisen said.

"Nothing, just a magic experiment." Kaisen responded with a raised eyebrow.

Chapter 484 Dumbledore's Birthday

"But if we can capture a fake body of Voldemort alive, perhaps we can use curse magic to find the location of Voldemort's Horcrux." Kaisen continued after perfunctorily answering Lupin.

"Where do you think he is hiding?" Dumbledore looked at everyone at the table.

"In England," said Kingsley.

"Are you sure?" Sirius said in surprise.

Kingsley nodded. "Because a principal offender and two unknown accomplices, along with Harry... no... a minor wizard, used various methods to enter and exit the country without the Ministry of Magic's approval, and then committed appalling diplomatic incidents in various European wizarding countries and even in Africa. [Passive Version]"

"So after Minister Crouch came to power, he teamed up with the Department of Mysteries to set up a large-scale spell similar to magical surveillance in England. As long as a wizard leaves Hogwarts without certification from the Ministry of Magic, the spell will not be able to recognize the wizard's magic and will sound an alarm. If a wizard who has not been certified suddenly comes to England, an alarm will also be sounded. Of course, the same applies to leaving. We just can't find the specific person." Kingsley explained.

"If that's the case, then why didn't the Ministry of Magic come to check my water meter when I left?" Kaisen asked puzzledly.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't dare to go to Voldemort to ask him to certify his magic power. After all, the previous Minister and Deputy Minister of Magic were sent away by you. This matter is still very shocking in the Ministry of Magic." Kingsley explained speechlessly.

"Then can the Ministry of Magic directly find the location of Voldemort's magic?" asked Sirius.

"No, we only know that the magic power has not left England, and the spell did warn three times today. There are three more powerful magic powers in England. If you guessed correctly, they are the three clones of the mysterious man." Kingsley explained.

"Did Tom or any of the Death Eaters leave any message?" Dumbledore continued.

"If I knew any of the locations, it would represent the Dark Lord's temptation and distrust of me." Snape said concisely.

"That's good. At least you're safe wherever you are." Kaisen shrugged.

"Forget it, there are still two months of vacation, so there is no need to finish everything today." Grindelwald shrugged, stood up and walked towards the door of the Black mansion, and soon came back pushing a huge seven-layer cake.

"Wow, who is it for?" Sirius said in shock.

"Dumbledore, it's his 117th birthday today." Grindelwald gave a look and the cake flew onto the table.

"That's good. Call all the little wizards down to share!" Dumbledore said with a funny smile.

Percy went upstairs and dragged down the few little wizards who had just been chased upstairs. Harry was a little angry at first. He chased them away and pulled them back as he pleased. What did he think of these people?

But the moment he saw the huge cake on the dining table, he suddenly stopped being angry.

This joyous day...

Especially knowing that this day is dedicated to Dumbledore.

Why have I never seen Dumbledore celebrate his birthday before? Why is he suddenly having it today?

Harry was not one to hide things, so he asked Dumbledore directly. Dumbledore didn't know either, so he could only shrug helplessly and say, "It's the love that the Hogwarts faculty and staff have for me."

"Then why haven't I seen you celebrate your birthday before?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know. This birthday party was Grindelwald's idea. You can ask him for the details."

Harry looked at Grindelwald again, who was sitting in his seat and smiling at everyone in the room. It seemed that he was not so scary now... How about asking?

Is Harry a coward? Of course not, so he naturally chose not to ask.

Dumbledore held Liu Bei and looked at Dumbledore beside him, who kept making sounds like "Hmm! Hmm~Ah! Hmm!" and raised an eyebrow: "Do you like sweets so much?"

The latter nodded. "When you're old enough, only stimulating flavors can make you feel alive, right? Sweet, bitter, or spicy. Of course, overly salty flavors are not recommended, as they can cause high blood pressure."

"Okay," Kaisen said, taking another sip of his drink.

"If you were my age, I could already guess what your favorite flavor would be that would awaken your taste buds. Or maybe it can't be called a flavor... I've drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and I still can't tell whether it's a flavor or just the stimulation of alcohol on my mouth."

"But I still advise you to drink less, otherwise the day when you start pursuing taste stimulants will be many days earlier than most people, believe me." While comforting him, Dumbledore took the wine glass from Kaisen's hand and handed him a plate of cake.

"Oh, I really should thank you." Kaisen took the cake and scraped off the cream on it, then naturally touched Dumbledore's plate and started eating the bread crust.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore looked at the large mass of cream on the plate, a little confused. He glanced at Kaisen, who shrugged and said, "Very greasy."

"Okay." Dumbledore scooped up the cream from the middle, put the whole thing into his mouth, and swallowed it without any swallowing movement.

"Oh... a bit scary, a lethal dose." Kaisen said bitterly.

"That's the sadness of old age," Dumbledore quipped with a smile.

"Dumbledore," Kaysen said.

"Ok?"

"Why haven't I seen you celebrate your birthday before?" Dumbledore asked the same question as Harry.

"Because a birthday is a birthday only when you are with your family. If you celebrate your birthday alone...if you don't mind eating cake with tears, it's better to forget your birthday." Dumbledore explained.

"Then why did you suddenly pass today? And you looked very happy." Kaisen raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I do not know either."

Sitting on a bench in Grimmauld Place, an old man with a goatee and wearing a brown takeaway outfit was looking at the bench where Grindelwald had sat during the day and had casually thrown the newspaper on it, watching with relish, even though he had held the newspaper upside down.

【Request for gifts】

【Submission area】

Xia Fanzhi's painting... You came from Dandong.... In exchange for my city's white snow, I want to eat Cantonese food~

Paimon's painting, I love this pillow [it's Paimon as emergency food]

[I was also recently set up. My author account’s comments on books were swallowed, but when I read the comments using my secondary account, they didn’t.]

Chapter 485: What is the old European tradition? Seducing your own niece?

The night before, because of Dumbledore's birthday, the whole restaurant was in a mess. People were so tired and sleepy that they went back to sleep before they had time to clean up.

And since Sirius sent Kreacher to Hogwarts, there were no house-elves to help them clean up.

In the end, all this fell on Dumbledore, who was the first to arrive on the second day.

It is also harmful for the elderly to sleep less.

But at least Dumbledore's housework magic skills are good, which is worthy of recognition.

Kaisen could be said to be the last one to get up, no, now he is the third to last one to get up.

But what really confused him was...

"Why are you two living in the same room?" Kaisen looked at Lupin and Tonks who walked out of the door next door and asked in confusion.

For a moment, Lupin's whole body felt like ants were crawling on it, but because there were other people watching, he didn't rub around like a monkey. However, he still moved awkwardly, his hands clenched into fists to cover his mouth unnaturally, and a strange look appeared on his face.

The whole person can be said to be... like a fucking scholar.

Tonks was much more generous. She looked at Lupin and then at Kaisen: "Don't you know?"

Kaisen's mouth opened slightly. "What should I know? No one told me."

Tonks turned her attention to Lupin again: "Why doesn't Kaisen know? Didn't you promise me to tell them?"

"Wait wait wait, what I'm curious about now is what the hell your relationship is like now!" Kaisen said.

Lupin: "Couple."

Tonks: "Husband and wife."

Tonks frowned and looked at Lupin: "Didn't we agree to get married? I've even got an engagement ring on!"

"The problem is that now is not a good day to get married. We should at least wait until we kill Voldemort completely," Lupin argued.

"You two are like old generals with flags flying behind you." Kaisen commented dimly.

"What do you mean?" asked Lupin.

"It's just that you haven't read various literary works or novels. Every couple, whenever they encounter a crisis, will say, 'Wait for me to come back, wait until it's safe, wait until this matter is over, wait until I've retired, then we'll come back and get married.' But in the end, one of them just dies outside." Kaisen shrugged and said.

"I don't think we should be that unlucky." Lupin responded, touching his chin.

"Well, it's also possible that both hands will die." Kaisen explained.

"So how long do you plan to drag this out? Why do I feel like you're just a coward?" Tonks asked with her hands on her hips.

"The main thing is...you step aside for a moment, I'll talk to Kaisen." Lupin said in a low voice.

"Ward? You told Kaisen instead of your wife about something?" Tonks said angrily.

"Ahem, it's a secret, a secret." Lupin made up.

Tonks was even more confused. "No? You're pretty good, huh?"

"It's not that aspect." Lupin stuffed Tonks back into the room with an embarrassed look on his face, then pulled Kaisen into Kaisen's room and added a soundproofing spell.

Kaisen looked Lupin up and down. "So? I still don't know what your secret is... infertility?"

"It's not about that. Can't you be serious?" Lupin looked at Kaisen speechlessly.

"OK, go ahead."

"You've already mentioned the problem. If I die after we get married, what will happen to Tonks? If I die before we get married, she can forget about me with a good night's sleep and a few drinks, and then embrace a new life. But if I die after we get married? She'll be a widow."

"That's not bad, actually. At least she's still a martyr's widow. But what if I didn't die, and I became a cripple, madman, mentally ill, or cursed monster? Do you still want her to spend the rest of her life with me like that? That's not fair."

Lupin whispered.

Kaisen looked at Lupin and curled his lips: "You really have a rich inner drama."