bacchusnovels Chapter 585 It's me, not us.
Chapter 585 It's me, not us.
Chapter 581 It's me, not us.
"So—he made seven Horcruxes?"
Harry was terrified; he simply couldn't imagine that Voldemort had seven lives.
Voldemort alone has caused such immense trouble for the entire wizarding world.
What about one or seven?
Whether it's seven Voldemors or Voldemort being able to resurrect seven times, it all seems incredible.
Even—fear.
"I'm glad you recognize the seriousness of the problem."
Dumbledore didn't panic as much as Harry.
After all, he had already suspected it, and at this moment his suspicions were confirmed.
"But first of all, Harry, it's not actually seven Horcruxes, it's six."
He began to correct the mistake Harry made.
"The seventh part of his soul, though shattered, still exists within his resurrected body—and it is this part of his soul that has existed in a ghostly form during his years of exile."
"Without it, he would no longer be himself."
"This seventh part of the soul will be the target that those who ultimately want to destroy Voldemort must face—the part within him."
"But how do we find those six Horcruxes?"
"I'm looking," Dumbledore said calmly.
"What could they be? Maybe an old tin can—or—an empty medicine bottle—?" Harry asked again.
"You're thinking of the door key, Harry, which is an ordinary object that's easily overlooked."
Dumbledore shook his head and asked in return.
"But would Voldemort use an old tin can or an empty medicine bottle to preserve his own precious soul?"
"It seems...not really," Harry thought to himself.
Dumbledore continued to explain.
"Voldemort liked to collect souvenirs, especially those with powerful magical properties and historical significance. His pride, his sense of superiority, and his determination to occupy an amazing place in the history of magic made me think that Voldemort would carefully select his Horcruxes and favor items that were worthy of this honor."
"so----"
Harry hesitated slightly, scratching his messy hair.
"Should we now look for items that he could use as Horcruxes?"
Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes and said, word by word.
"It's me," not "we."
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Harry, upon returning to Hogwarts, had a complex and indescribable feeling.
The relief of completing the task?
tension.
More than anything, I felt nervous.
A pressing matter weighed on his shoulders, and he recounted the entire story to Ron and—
Hermione.
The two of them also became nervous.
Harry thought Hermione would definitely tell Professor Phillips about it.
But Professor Phillips should also know about this, shouldn't he?
"I know about this."
Faced with Hermione's panicked approach, Sean smiled gently and handed her a cup of honey lemon tea.
Since that day, Hermione has been rarely seen.
Hermione seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.
But this isn't the first time. I'm used to it.
Hermione blushed and downed the honey lemon tea in one gulp before running out in a panic.
"Professor, I have another class to attend."
Clumsy. A very clumsy lie.
Sean wasn't familiar with other people's class schedules.
The sixth-grade schedule was disrupted by Hermione, a certain incompetent savior, Susan, and others.
He's almost memorized it.
After Hermione left, a beautiful figure walked in.
"What's wrong with her, senior?"
"I just came to tell me some things about Dumbledore and the Man of Darkness."
Tonks gazed thoughtfully in the direction Hermione had gone.
A pair of slender hands quietly rested on Sean's shoulders.
"Senior, don't you think Miss Granger has been acting a little strange lately?"
"Really?" Sean suddenly felt a little guilty.
"No?" Tonks asked in return.
"What does this have to do with us?" Sean cut Tonks off with his big hands.
A fight broke out unexpectedly in the principal's office.
Ginny stood at the door, listening to the sounds inside, and after hesitating for a long time, she walked away.
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