Living peacefully at Hogwarts - Chapter 320 Divination
Luck is really hard to say.
Take Voldemort as an example.
When I was young, I lived in an orphanage. I thought I would be so mediocre in my life. Who knew I would be invited to enroll in a magic school when I was a teenager.
From then on, Chunfeng was so proud that he was about to dominate England, but was abruptly ruined by the newly-born baby.
After a long period of silence, he finally got a curtain from the sky and the ring representing the “Dark Lord”. Before he could be happy, he was suppressed by the Ministry of Magic, and he fell into the sewer.
Resurrected, imprisoned, escaped, killed by Sauron, resurrected, fled across Europe, resurrected, hunted down by the Ministry of Magic, wanted to seize the house, was killed…
Sometimes Voldemort really regretted it.
Why did you make so many Horcruxes in the first place!
…
“Crack.”
Without warning, the golden cup in front of him cracked, and Dumbledore’s pupils shrank.
He pondered for a few minutes, and finally decided to ask someone to understand.
“Klein, are you free?”
After a while, the “Secret Mantra” moved.
“The user you are calling is busy, please call again later.”
Dumbledore: “…”
“Stop it.”
He rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly.
“Principal, don’t you think you have been looking for me too frequently recently? I am also very busy.”
Klein, who didn’t know where he was, was a little impatient.
Dumbledore hadn’t heard it–adolescence, it was more rebellious.
“I really have something to do, come here… Just now Voldemort’s Horcrux suddenly cracked.”
“Cracked?”
Klein on the other end also seemed surprised. After a pause, he replied.
“Well, I will come now.”
With an affirmative answer, Dumbledore was relieved a lot.
Reaching out and picking up the magic wand with a wave, the portraits of the principal on the wall fell asleep.
He did it so smoothly…
Seven or eight minutes later, Klein arrived, wearing a very strange coat.
“What are you…… Forget it, come and see this.”
Dumbledore wanted to say something, but in the end, he temporarily suppressed the messy things and pushed the broken gold cup to the forefront.
“It’s really broken!”
Seeing the golden cup, Klein also couldn’t recover.
“what happened?”
Dumbledore asked quickly.
“Where do I go to know, I have been at school and never went out.
Besides, the Horcrux is placed here, Mr. Principal. Shouldn’t you find the cause from yourself if something goes wrong? What does it have to do with me?”
Klein spread out his hands, looking helpless.
But Dumbledore did not buy it.
“Come on, you already knew something when you asked the Auror Office and the Department of Mysteries to hunt down Voldemort.
Now that one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes has lost its function, it means that Voldemort has lost another life without my knowledge…”
“This is not a good thing!”
Before the old man finished speaking, Klein interrupted him.
“Voldemort is missing another hole card, which is gratifying, gratifying.”
“But my plan is over!”
Dumbledore couldn’t help rubbing his temples.
He wanted to draw Voldemort out, and together with Voldemort himself, destroy all the Horcruxes and do everything in one fell swoop.
It’s not bad now, Voldemort hadn’t come up yet, he was “dead before he got his master.”
After planning for a long time, dare to love it for nothing?
“This…it really has nothing to do with me. Little Bookstore www.xxs163.com
I have been so busy with the Christmas prom recently that I can’t sneak out of the school under the nose of your old man, and come back after slaughtering Voldemort!”
Klein said with an innocent look.
“Besides, the failure of this plan is a good thing, after all, there is still the last Horcrux that has not been found…”
“About this matter, Alastor is already investigating.”
Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly.
Poor “Mad-Eye Man”, still running around on a cold day~
“Then wait until he finds out what to investigate.”
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Klein wanted to leave.
“Today, I will leave first, and let me know if there are new developments.”
After speaking, before Dumbledore could reply, he wrapped his newly invented down jacket and left the office.
Klein walked for a long time, but Dumbledore maintained the same posture.
He pushed his half-moon glasses, a suspicious flash in his eyes.
Klein didn’t tell him the truth, he knew it.
People have secrets.
But this time, he must investigate clearly.
Just do it.
Dumbledore locked the door and walked straight to the stone basin in the corner.
This is a meditation basin, which is generally used to sort out and check memories, but at certain times, it can also be used as a prop for divination.
As a legendary wizard in Europe, Dumbledore’s magic level far exceeds that of ordinary spellcasters, and all kinds of secret arts can be reached.
With the help of a series of auxiliary tools, he started divination.
“The secret of Voldemort’s death.”
“The murderer who killed Voldemort.”
“The whereabouts of Voldemort.”
The old man asked three questions in turn according to the divination method, and the words fell, and the mercury-like liquid in the meditation basin began to surge.
“Om.”
More than ten seconds later, the magic wave broke out, and the first divination failed.
But Dumbledore was not discouraged.
Except for those who are born with talents, divination has a great chance of failure.
Even if it succeeds, it won’t show everything, it can only rely on guessing.
“The place where Voldemort died.”
“The scene Voldemort saw before his death.”
“The whereabouts of Voldemort’s last Horcrux.”
There were three more questions. Dumbledore patiently waited for a spiritual response.
I don’t know if his spells are too superb, or his heart touched the heavens. After the second divination, some scenes finally appeared in the meditation basin.
“Wooden tables and chairs…is it a pub or a restaurant? And what is this, blue, a snake…”
What the divination showed was so vague that Dumbledore could only guess.
The only thing he knew now was that Voldemort died in a place like a restaurant or a coffee shop. It was a dark blue flame giant snake that killed him, and what spell it should be.
“Huh~ well, at least it’s not clueless now.”
Muttering to himself, Dumbledore smiled.
Closing his eyes to nourish his energy, he took a deep breath and began the third divination.
“The whereabouts of Voldemort’s Horcrux.”
“The man who killed Voldemort.”
“Voldemort’s current location.”
There are still three questions.
Dumbledore put his hands on the edge of the stone basin, waiting for a spiritual response.
“Om.”
The mercury-like liquid suddenly became pitch black, thick like ink.
Dumbledore frowned slightly.
In the darkness, dazzling rays of light flashed by, and there was a building with an invisible appearance, standing silently under the shining of suspected lightning.