I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin's eyes were fixed. Although he really couldn't remember the details of the plot, he still remembered clearly how Dumbledore sent it.

In the cave where Voldemort kept the locket, Dumbledore drank the poison. Before that, he had been cursed by touching the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone, so his time was running out.

"If a person is killed, he will die." Li Linyu said earnestly, "I suggest that if you want to find a locket, it's better to bring Snape, the great injustice."

The smile on Dumbledore's face froze slightly: "...Do you know something?"

"I know Grindelwald was on top of you when you slept with him."

Li Linhun said generously, then ran away with a sly grin, and within two steps, he was tripped by gems all over the ground and fell into the river of gold coins, clutching his knees and started rolling around.

Dumbledore was shocked. Although he had been mentally prepared for Li Lin's unrestrained behavior, Master Li's move really surprised him.

The atmosphere in the scene was a little awkward for a moment. Being interrupted by Li Lin, Dumbledore was embarrassed to ask Li Lin to accompany him to find the locket. Anyway, there was still a full year before Harry Potter entered school. There is no rush.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't get angry, Li Lin cried loudly for a while, feeling bored, stood up angrily and said, "In short, my suggestion is to bring Snape, and it's best not to go through the level, just set him on fire. Much more palatable."

Automatically ignoring the dialect that was infected by someone at the end of the sentence, Dumbledore keenly noticed that there was something in Li Lin's words.

"Fierfyer Curse...I see." Dumbledore nodded and extended his palm to Li Lin, "Let's go back to Hogwarts first."

Li Lin stared at Dumbledore as if seeing a psychosis: "I said, Lao Deng, don't you have any idea about the money all over the floor?"

Dumbledore's face gradually became serious: "Mr. Aatrox, I think that wealth only allows us to live better, and it does not mean that we cannot live without wealth."

"You're right, I'll go and tell Professor McGonagall, I believe she can understand Principal Deng's painstaking efforts." Li Lin said with a serious face, "Don't worry, I will let someone come down to clean up when I go out."

Dumbledore's expression suddenly brightened.

......

When Li Lin and Dumbledore went out to build a team, it happened that Professor Filius Flitwick was giving a spell class to the first-year little wizards.

"Students, today we are going to learn the floating spell."

Due to his partial goblin blood, Flitwick was short in stature, so he padded three large books under his feet to climb up with the students sitting on chairs.

"The incantation of the floating spell is Wingardium Leviosa..."

After telling a Hogwarts model play that everyone could recite by heart, Professor Flitwick finally indicated to the students that they could wave their wands and do whatever they wanted with the feathers in front of them.

"Observe carefully and try boldly," Professor Flitwick said.

However, before he finished speaking, someone waved the wand, and a red light shot out from the end of the wand, hitting the arm of the student opposite, and the wand in his hand flew away.

"Ouch—Marcus, what do you want to do?"

The Ravenclaw student opposite who suffered an unreasonable disaster shouted angrily.

"Feel sorry."

The Slytherin student who issued the disarming curse shrugged unapologetically, with an excited smile on his face. After Qiu Zhang, he was the second student who could release the invisible technique, although he was not as good as Qiu Zhang But this is enough to make people proud.

"Damn it, that's Professor Aatrox's secret biography."

The students who realized what had happened stood up and gathered around, trying to extract some experience from Marcus.

"What is this doing?"

Seeing that the students were not practicing the Levitation Charm, but were studying the Disarming Charm, Professor Flitwick was not angry, but jumped off the pile of books with great interest and squeezed into the crowd.

"Professor Flitwick." Marcus stood up and bowed to him, "I was just practicing the secret instruction Mr. Aatrox taught us...well, it's the spell."

He didn't move, he didn't say the disarm spell, he simply raised his arm and pointed his wand at a feather floating in mid-air.

A ray of red light shot out, breaking the feathers into dozens of tiny fluffs.

"That's it, Professor...Professor?" Marcus shrugged, startled when he turned to see Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick, who is usually kind and funny, now has red eyes, like a mole that has seen a treasure, and even his voice is trembling.

"What did you say?"

118 Energy Amethyst (Sound)

The problem is, no matter how many times the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students repeat it, Professor Flitwick can't grasp the "realness of the world" from it.

As if the brains of these students were different from their own.

Flitwick immediately began to doubt his life.

After a long period of teaching and learning, Flitwick finally became convinced that unless Li Lin came to teach in person, there would be no way to realize any "reality".

Seeing Qiu Zhang stretch out his fingers, recite the incantation of the Levitation Curse, and shoot out a light of the Disarming Curse, Flitwick felt that his past life was in vain.

"If the Ravenclaw's diadem is still there, maybe I can think of something through precious wisdom."

Flitwick gave up trying, shaking his head and sighing.

"Wisdom?" The keen Ravenclaw students realized a key word, "What is Ravenclaw's crown? Is that a treasure that belongs to us?"

"To be precise, it should belong to our founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the Big Four of Hogwarts."

Being interrupted one after another, this class will definitely not be able to go on, so Flitwick simply started the story meeting:

"Ms. Rowena, one of the four giants, is known in the world for her extraordinary wisdom and beauty, but the crown on her head is an incomparable treasure. It is said that it can give the wearer supreme wisdom and inspiration. "

"I don't think any old Ravenclaw would resist the temptation."

Flitwick sat on a pile of books and smiled sadly: "When I was in school, I also thought about what I would do if I got the Ravenclaw crown...but until now, I don't even know where it is."

The students nodded sympathetically, but most of them thought about using this crown to get a straight A in the exam.

"Professor." Marcus of Slytherin stood up and bowed to Flitwick, "Ravenclaw has such a treasure, so other colleges must have similar treasures, right?"

"some."

Professor Flitwick's voice rose slightly: "It's like Gryffindor's sword, Hufflepuff's golden cup, and Slytherin's locket... But, except for Gryffindor's sword, it still remains. Outside of the school, the treasures from other colleges have disappeared.”

......

After Li Lin and Dumbledore arrived at Hogwarts, they went about their own affairs and acted separately.

Dumbledore was mainly because of the information revealed by Li Lin, which made him feel a little uneasy, and according to his understanding of his former student Tom Riddle, this lunatic who was completely infiltrated by darkness has always loved to weaken others. s method.

It can only be said that Tom's cultural attainments are stuck here, and he can only live a relatively failed life.

But despite being contemptuous, you still have to be prepared.

Severus Snape was the master of potions, and Li Lin insisted that he take Snape with him, so where the Slytherin locket was hidden, there might be some kind of deadly poison.

Dumbledore was preparing for the next action, and Li Lin's actions were mainly against Tom in the diary.

After confirming that he was not being watched, Li Lin quickly turned around and closed the door, took out his diary from the dark green table, picked up a pen and began to read it.

"Hi, hello!"

Master Li was in a good mood, so he took the initiative to say hello to Little Tom.

The diary remained motionless.

Seeing that Voldemort didn't respond to him, Li Lin looked gloomy, stretched out his fingers to pick his nose and pressed it on the diary, the green light was concealed but not revealed.

"I advise you not to be ignorant of flattery."

[Damn, what do you want to do? ! 】

After realizing the power of the Death Curse in Li Lin's hand, Tom in the diary finally came out reluctantly, displaying ink text on the surface of the paper.

Tom still remembered that Li Lin lied to him that he was Dumbledore... It took him a long time to realize that if it was really Dumbledore, he would never have given himself such a long time to live, that hypocritical old man Stuff would simply destroy the diary.

Damn it, do you know how much this deception has hurt young Tom's heart?

"What are you doing? Hehehehehehehe..." Li Lin laughed obscenely, making the diary tremble crazily, "Can the soul fragments between your Horcruxes be transferred to each other?"

【Why do you ask this? 】

Realizing that the situation was not right, Tom immediately felt serious unease.

[Are you collecting my Horcruxes? ! 】

"Hey, I'm going to sue you for defamation when you talk like that." Li Lin asked dissatisfiedly, "Then where is your Horcrux? It's clearly mine."

Tom in the diary was so angry at Li Lin's shameless remarks that he kept turning the pages. The soul fragments in the Horcrux are still there, so why don't you just let it go and publicize that this is yours?

Dumbledore wasn't even that ridiculous.

【...In short, once it is made into a Horcrux, the soul fragments inside can only be destroyed. 】

After a brief pause, Tom still gave the answer. As Voldemort's boyhood self, when he was separated, he was actually independent from the parts of himself in other Horcruxes.

In other words, Tom in the diary, like Voldemort himself, has a strong aversion to death and a constant pursuit of immortality.

When the person outside has more than one horcrux, he will naturally choose to highlight his unique value, as the saying goes, a dead friend does not die a poor one.

What's more, Tom also wants to know...what method Li Lin will use to destroy the soul fragment in that Horcrux.

"That's it (perceived)." Li Lin touched his chin and took out Hufflepuff's gold cup.

As soon as the golden cup was taken out, it became connected with the diary that was close at hand.

The ink on the diary spread, trembling to form words.

【Hufflepuff's Gold Cup...?How many did you find? 】

As for the golden cup itself, it trembled slightly, and the air in the cup was slightly surging, as if it was filled with invisible wine.

Obviously, the fragments of Voldemort's soul split in the Hufflepuff Gold Cup did not have the ability to communicate with each other like the diary.

It can only be said that even in the Horcrux, the diary is the only one in the scorpion's shit.

Li Lin suspected that Voldemort himself didn't know what Hufflepuff's gold cup was for, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant as to put his soul fragments in the cup cos Angora Mainu... Li Lin slandered He clasps the surface of the gold cup with his fingernails.

hum-

I don't know what was picked, and there was a light sound from the cup, and then a faint blue smoke floated from the Hufflepuff gold cup, and lightning and phantom intertwined.

"What a cool special effect."

Li Lin called it awesome, but the diary who witnessed all this was frightened.

Tom could feel that the other self in the golden cup had been forcibly distorted, changed, and transformed by some force, completely lost himself, and turned into another completely different thing.

[Characteristics: Abundance.What was it used for before?Can it still satisfy my hunger today? 】

[Put some things in the golden cup, and you will be able to get a corresponding "gift", either to satisfy the appetite of the appetite, or to calm the desire of the soul, so that it will not target itself. 】

Li Lin held the handle of the golden cup, turned it over, and a deep purple crystal fell into the palm of his hand.

The purple crystal emits a faint light in the palm of the hand, like a twinkling star.

Li Lin raised his palm tremblingly, with an excited expression, and murmured: "Energy Amethyst..."

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"Voldemort, so you are still the Tiger King."

Tom didn't know what a Tiger King was, and he didn't want to.

Li Lin picked up the purple object and shook it gently. Following his movements, a burst of fragrant and smelly smell wafted... Note that it is not the smell of stinky tofu and fermented bean curd with lemon, but a kind of The smell of burnt wipes.

"This energy amethyst is poisonous!" Li Lin exclaimed.

[No...I think this is not poison...]

The diary explained feebly.

"Nonsense, do you need to tell me whether this is poisonous?" Li Lin rolled his eyes in disdain, "I knew it was not poisonous at first glance."

Tom in the diary slapped himself angrily, and would have stopped talking if he had known.

Of course, this thing is not poison, but the embodiment of lifespan.

A person's lifespan is limited, which is the limitation imposed by time itself on all spiritual creatures. The dead always go to Mansu after death, or walk on the road to Mansu.

The god in charge of death and the road to Mansu is Sichen Xindan who also has the principle of casting in the field.

Xindan, which means dawn, existed as one of the multiple aspects of the scorching sun in the older ages. After the scorching sun split apart, he became the new steward, in charge of one o'clock in the afternoon.

Sichen Xindan is not kind, and he is almost harsh on the matter of lifespan, so he is a professional Hades.

Li Lin doesn't know what the lifespan carrier allowed in Xindan looks like, but judging from the current atypical thing, a fragment of Voldemort's soul in a Horcrux can add a full seven years to Li Lin's lifespan.

This is of great significance to Master Li, who has a red-hot bar on the line when casting spells. It seems necessary to get the remaining Horcruxes before Dumbledore.