Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 101

   "I found the diary."

  The next day, in the principal’s office, Jemini sat on a soft chair with his legs upright.

  On Dumbledore’s desk, Tom Riddle’s diary was quietly placed there.

   "So, Tom was attached to Miss Granger before, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked gently.

   "Hmm... She seems to take the joke on the cover seriously. After all, she found it in the library, not in the restricted area..." Jemini sighed, "So let her guard down."

  Dumbledore’s voice kindly: "I want to ask more, how did you get him out of Miss Granger? Without destroying this thing..."

   "If he doesn't come out of Hermione, I will force Hermione to have X relationship or something..." Jemini said casually: "He might be scared."

  The air was weirdly silent for a while, and in the next moment, loud laughter came from the wall of the portraits of historical principals. Phineas held the stool and slammed the ground.

  Daily was drinking black tea and sprayed a canvas of black tea, and the bald old man beside her sprayed out the dentures with a smile.

  Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh, and it was the first time Jemini saw him laugh like this.

   "Good boy! It's like Slytherin!" Phineas waved his fist and said loudly.

  Dailys gave Phineas a blank look: "This is not a good thing, I mean, this is really too much for a girl, but of course, special treatment during special periods..."

  In spite of that, the smile on her face has never stopped.

   "I think you must have left him with an indelible psychological shadow..." Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and laughed, and said cheerfully.

   "It looks like it is." Jemini nodded: "So the matter should end here."

  Jemini said, stood up and took out the Gryffindor sword inlaid with red gems from the glass case on the side.

   Immediately after, he took out a small bottle from his arms. The bottle was filled with green liquid.

   "Is this... the venom of the basilisk?" Dumbledore examined the small bottle in Jemini's hand: "If I remember correctly, the market price of this thing is forty gallons an ounce, which is extremely expensive."

   "Yeah..." Jemini opened the small bottle and dropped the venom on the Gryffindor sword. The venom was consumed by the sword in an instant.

  Next, Jemini took the sword and stabbed it in the diary.

  噗嗤——

  The sound as if a sword pierced into the flesh, Lao Gao was splashed with black ink, and a miserable howl came from the diary.

Jemini's hands kept moving, and two swords were stabbed again. Soon, the howling of the diary disappeared. Jemini picked up the diary and picked up the quill on Dumbledore's desk. There was a crash twice. This time, the ink did not disappear again, but remained on the paper.

   "It's a beautiful approach, it's neat and tidy, Slytherin should add ten points, Albus!" Phineas suggested loudly on the wall.

  "This is not a bonus, Phineas." Dumbledore said gently, "But I personally still want to affirm Mr. Fox's excellent ability to do things."

   "Okay, this matter is over." Jemini clapped his hands: "If there is nothing wrong, I will go back first?"

"Please wait a moment, Jemini." Dumbledore put his chin on his hands. "I think it's time for us to talk about Voldemort's diary. If I remember correctly, you said it before. , Last year you found a crown in the responsive house, right?"

   "Yes." Jemini nodded.

   "Horcrux." Dumbledore said suddenly: "Voldemort made the diary and the crown into a Horcrux. It is rumored that this thing can make people immortal. This is what Voldemort has been pursuing."

   "Generally speaking, it is a great sin for this thing to create one, but as you can see, there are now two Horcruxes we know alone. I need to know how many Horcruxes he has made."

  Dumbledore looked at Jemini seriously: "I hope you can help me."

   "I'm not the roundworm in his stomach." Jemini rolled his eyes.

   "Horace Slughorn." Dumbledore ignored Jemini's words and continued: "You had a relationship with him before the summer vacation, right?"

   "Ah... that's right." Jemini nodded: "He is a very interesting elder, so what do you want to say?"

"In the days after Voldemort's fall, while we were celebrating, Slughorn accidentally revealed that he knew that Voldemort made Horcruxes." Dumbledore said, "But because of my questioning, and His own guilt, he quickly resigned from Hogwarts, and has been avoiding me all the time."

   Dumbledore looked at Jemini: "I need a memory, the memory of how many Horcruxes Voldemort made, that memory is very important, Jemini."

"Although the relationship between me and Professor Slughorn is not bad, we have only seen it once. I think we should not be familiar enough that he can tell me this kind of thing." Jemini shook his head. .

   "As I said before, you and Voldemort are similar in some respects, but in some respects the opposite, so in my opinion, you actually have a good chance." Dumbledore said seriously.

   "Then he won't tell me, Professor." Jemini rolled his eyes: "Normal people will stay far away, right?"

   "To be honest, Horace is not a normal person. As long as you are good enough, he can't help but want to come forward to get the light." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Jemini spread his hands: "I guess the number is good, seven, how about it? Isn't this a very magical number? I have told you in advance, okay? I don't need to spend a lot of time to ask again. ."

  Dumbledore’s pale blue eyes looked directly at Jemini: "If you can do it, I am willing to pay you fifty thousand gallons."

  Heh...a mere fifty thousand!

  Jemini’s face was impatient: "I already told you, Professor, seven! Seven!"

   "Although you and Voldemort are indeed similar in part, I can't bet you both guess the same number." Dumbledore said gently, "So, these fifty thousand are you either?"

  Jemini was silent for a few seconds, and raised a finger: "If I guess correctly, you must add an extra 50,000 gallons as compensation for the delay in my time!"

   "Okay." Dumbledore nodded.

   "I see, the deal!" Jemini turned and left the principal's office: "Memory of fifty thousand gallons, I guessed an additional fifty thousand, don't regret it, Professor."

  Boom!

  The door is closed.

  Jemini, who had just walked out of the principal’s office, jumped three feet high and ran away.

   "You have a set, Dumbledore." Phineas laughed.

"Yeah, although I don't know why he is so sure..." Dumbledore nodded, "But I have to get that memory. He is an unexpected surprise, and what I want to guarantee is the expected safety. , This cannot be changed."

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