Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"As long as I don't tell anyone, no one will know." Tom said with a wicked smile.

"Everything you do will leave traces. Let me guess. There's nothing strange in Lockhart's body. Are you possessing him through some strange object?" Kaisen said as he circled around Tom.

"you guess?"

"Looks like I was right. Is that thing on Lockhart now? We're all civilized people. If you just tell me directly, I won't have to take off this guy's clothes... Let's all be decent."

"It's you and Lockhart who are dishonorable. What does it have to do with me?"

Kaisen nodded: "Yeah, that's right." Then bursts of lightning slowly emerged from his hands.

"Honestly, I really regret that I don't know how to do it."

Just when the lightning in his hand was about to touch Lockhart's body, Tom suddenly stuck out his tongue at Kaisen.

"I've said before, as long as I don't want anyone to know who I am or where I come from."

The next moment Lockhart's body twitched, and in the blink of an eye the weirdness and wisdom in his eyes disappeared, replaced by clarity and stupidity.

He was looking at the gloomy-faced Kaisen in front of him and the light and dark lightning in his hands, and couldn't help swallowing.

"I think we might have a misunderstanding."

Chapter 85 Whose Book?

"Gilderoy Lockhart?" Kaysen looked at him through his monocle.

【Human】【Magic】...

The next moment, Kaisen waved his wand, and the violent magic power tore apart everything on Lockhart's body. The monocle scanned him carefully over and over again, but there was nothing.

"Stay here honestly and don't go anywhere!" Kaisen's mouth twitched. After taking away his wand, the iron cage instantly covered him. Then with a buzzing sound, the Enderman teleported to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Then I saw Gilderoy in the portrait screaming.

"Shut up!" Kaisen waved his hand and threw the portrait away.

"This guy is making a portrait of himself before he's even dead."

He taunted as this began to turn the entire Dark Arts office into a mess.

"Not here?"

He teleported back to the office again, and before he could look at Lockhart in the cage, he noticed the crystal ball flashing red light on the desk.

Pressing it, the door on the far side opened, revealing the four young wizards of Gryffindor.

"You've come at the right time. Keep an eye on him... and fix his clothes so he can wear them. I'm going to find Dumbledore." Kaisen shouted to the four little ones, and then disappeared. Only a purple light remained in its place, slowly dissipating.

"Um... I knew this day would come for Professor Kaysen and Lockhart." Ron sighed as he looked at the naked figure trapped in a cage in the distance.

"I'm starting to believe that legend now...really." Harry agreed.

On the other side, Kaisen suddenly appeared in the principal's office and appeared in front of Dumbledore. He took a piece of hazelnut cake from his hand very naturally.

"Stop eating and come to my office. Lockhart has just been possessed by a strange person."

Dumbledore looked at the hazelnut pastry that had been bitten with some helplessness, and had to stand up, putting a hand on Kaisen's shoulder, and the next moment the two appeared in the alchemy office.

At the same time, the four little ones were still walking on the road, a considerable distance away from Lockhart in the cage.

"Children, would you mind helping me find Professor Snape?" Dumbledore shouted to the four little ones.

The four little wizards looked at each other and shook their heads subconsciously.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Dumbledore looked at Kaisen beside him vaguely.

The latter shrugged and said, "Even your principal can't control them. It's useless for me."

"Give it a try."

"Go find Severus, he is not a bad guy." Kaisen said helplessly to the four little ones.

“Oh… okay.”×4.

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"Have you ever thought of becoming the principal?"

"Not yet. Of course, if you are willing to step down and let someone else take over, I would be happy to take on this responsibility."

As they spoke, the two appeared in front of Lockhart. Dumbledore patted Kaisen, who also reached out and knocked on the iron railing in front of him, destroying it in an instant.

"Put on your clothes, Lockhart." Dumbledore waved his hand, and the clothes that were damaged by Kaisen were repaired in the blink of an eye and draped over Lockhart.

Lockhart was trembling all over, like a punching bag, looking pitifully at the abuser in front of him and the abuser's backer who had a very good relationship with the abuser.

A feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry emerged in his chest.

"Don't act pitiful. Do you know how you ended up in my office?" Kaisen asked, hugging his shoulders.

"I'm not coming~" Lockhart's voice trembled as he answered.

"Recall carefully, Lockhart, as much as you can," said Dumbledore softly.

"I............" Lockhart shuddered.

"I remember...when I left the principal's office, I found a book in a corner of the corridor. Inside that book lived a memory."

"I asked him if the curses cast by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Alchemy professor at Hogwarts were real. He said yes, so I asked him how to break them."

"That memory made me kill Kaisen, but I never had that thought."

Kaisen shrugged his shoulders: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. No... I mean... when I was about to close the book, he said there was another way. He asked me to pick up him, that is, the book, and then inject magic into the book. Finally, when I opened my eyes, I appeared here."

"Professor Heath beat me up as soon as we met... and even locked me up in a cage."

Lockhart's crying was like water dripping through a stone, which was quite disgusting.

"So, Lockhart, do you know to whom that notebook belongs?" asked Dumbledore.

"No, I don't remember. I don't remember anything."

"...Is the owner of the notebook a man or a woman? Is he a wizard from Hogwarts or an ancient wizard? What era is he from and what is his age?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I don't know. I can't remember anything. This doesn't seem like an ordinary Obliviation. He directly extracted my memory instead of deleting it."

Lockhart trembled for a long time before finally remembering his current predicament and quickly putting on all his clothes.

"Are you telling the truth?" Kaisen said with a strange look in his eyes.

"It is indeed true. What do you think, Kaisen?" Dumbledore looked at Kaisen again and asked.

"................................I don't think he's too old, maybe in sixth or seventh grade. That person should be a man. To me, he feels like an ordinary sixth-grade wizard, just overly mature."

"But he doesn't have the corresponding experience, so this kind of maturity seems a bit... out of place, like a child imitating maturity. You know that Chuunibyou thing? It's that kind of illusion that they've been blessed with a great mission. Adolescent wizards tend to have that kind of thing to some extent."

"Then there's this guy, maybe a pure-blood, or perhaps a noble from Muggle society. That guy's aura and the distant and restrained expression on his face remind me of Andrew Edwards... an annoying Party A, and Lucius Malfoy."

Chapter 86 The Magic Number

"I think I know who that person is..." Dumbledore said with a long sigh.

Kaisen understood, a physical version of blocking his ears, like a creeper head suddenly appeared in his hand and was suddenly put on Lockhart's head.

"Tom Riddle...you know his..." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"No? Can he still die?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Anyway, we now know that Tom is possessed by a book, and this book should be from his sixth or seventh year. It may contain a memory from that time, or perhaps his personality, like... a portrait."

"wrong."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore looked at Kaisen.

"It's not the personality or the memory, but the soul," Kaisen said seriously.

“How come you see?”

Dumbledore asked.

Kaisen didn't know how to explain for a moment, so he simply took off the monocle stuck in his eye socket and turned it around to put it in front of Dumbledore.

"Human...magic...what does MC mean?" Dumbledore saw Kaisen's true nature through the monocle and asked with some confusion.

"Don't worry about the details."

Kaisen took the monocle back. "What I want to say is that when Voldemort possessed Lockhart, one of Lockhart's entries was soul."

"Soul............." Dumbledore murmured, and after a long time he sat down in the chair.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad...

"A hopeless person."

He said in a trance.

"What?" Kaisen asked.

"Tom is a hopeless person...it turns out that at that time he was..."

"Please explain yourself more clearly." Kaisen sat down and poured Dumbledore a cup of black tea.

"He killed a man... If that thing in Lockhart's body was really a soul, then he had already killed a man, an innocent man..."

"Using this cruel method, he split his soul and created Horcruxes. This is the secret of his immortality, and also the secret of his gradual madness." Dumbledore said with a sullen face.

"Horcrux?"

Dumbledore nodded. "By killing innocent people, he splits his soul and attaches the fragments to objects. He then uses ritual magic to protect the object. When his body is killed, one of his soul fragments cannot travel to the world of the dead, so he will become half-dead and become a lonely ghost between worlds..."

"He relied on killing people to split his soul. Who did he kill back then?" Kaisen asked.

"At that time...Myrtle, that was all there was. She is now a ghost at Hogwarts, in...an abandoned bathroom on the second floor of the castle."

Kaisen sat down and took a sip of tea: "You're right, that guy is really hopeless..."

The crystal ball on the desk flashed red, and after it was pressed, the office door in the distance opened.

Snape walked in and looked at the huge and scary office in surprise. The next moment, he used a flying spell and quickly came to the desk. He pulled a chair for himself and sat down. While drinking tea, he also looked at Lockhart, who was dizzy and had a coolie strap on his head not far away.