Chapter 169 170. Attempt to measure Voldemort's Horcrux
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 169 170. Attempt to measure Voldemort's Horcrux
"Now, you need to appease the students of Ravenclaw House, Felius."
Dumbledore reminded Professor Flitwick.
"Oh!"
Professor Flitwick almost jumped up.
"Yes, I have to go..." He turned his head and glanced at Scott, "Scott, are you going back with me?"
Scott just wanted to say hello, but Dumbledore said again: "Maybe Scott can come to my office and enjoy a cup of sweet hot cocoa."
"Alright."
Professor Flitwick glanced at Dumbledore, turned and walked towards his office.
"bring it on."
Dumbledore greets Scott.
"Go to my office, of course, you can also enter from the eighth floor."
Scott followed Dumbledore left and right, and finally pushed open an inconspicuous oak door hidden in a corner.
The moment he opened the door, Scott keenly heard the lively conversation in the office come to an abrupt end.
"Oh, the portraits of the former Headmasters," said Dumbledore with a smile. "They always quarreled with each other in my absence."
Scott glanced at the wall, where the portraits in the row were all pretending to be dozing off.
Dumbledore walked behind his desk and sat down, pointing to the chair on the other side.
"Come on, sit down."
He tapped the table with the Elder Wand, and two cups of steaming hot cocoa appeared on the table.
He picked up the cup and took a sip, showing enjoyment.
Scott also took a few sips from his cup and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you show me?"
Dumbledore pointed to the roll of parchment in Scott's hand.
"That's the parchment you used to record this arithmetic divination, isn't it?"
"Oh, of course."
Scott handed him the parchment in his hand.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, unfolded the rolled parchment, and looked at it carefully for a while.
"Talented, Scott, you are gifted in this subject."
He muttered.
"Speaking of which, I also know some arithmetic and divination, but I can't do this. I only rely on the conditions you wrote down to calculate the position of the crown."
He blinked.
"Usually... I use arithmetic divination to figure out what honeydukes' discounted candy is every quarter."
Scott couldn't help laughing.
Although Dumbledore seemed to be joking, Scott always felt that he could not do such a thing.
Dumbledore took a few more sips of hot cocoa and his expression became a little serious.
"Next thing I need you to try to calculate, Scott," he said, "about Tom's Horcrux."
He paused, looked at Scott and asked, "Will you?"
"Of course I would."
Scott nodded.
"But..." He said with some hesitation, "There are too few known conditions, and a satisfactory result may not be obtained."
"Of course, of course I understand that."
Dumbledore put down his glass.
"What I want to know most is how many Horcruxes Tom has. I want to ask you to try it. It doesn't matter if there is no result."
Scott asked him curiously, "Why don't you ask Professor Victor to calculate it? I mean, he should be more capable than me."
"Professor Victor has of course calculated it."
Dumbledore said.
"Unfortunately." He showed a somewhat helpless expression, "He didn't get the result he wanted."
"Is that so?" Scott nodded again, "Then I'll try, but to be honest, I'm not confident about it."
Dumbledore produced a new piece of parchment, and placed the inkwell with the quill in Scott's hand.
"It doesn't matter." He said with a smile, "This is just an attempt."
Scott put the mug of hot cocoa aside and picked up the quill.
He first wrote down the target of the divination, [Voldemort/Tom Riddle's Horcruxes].
Then, he wrote [Notebook] and [Ravenclaw's Diadem].
Then, he stopped writing.
"Sorry, there are only so many known conditions that I know." He said hesitantly, "And they have no logical connection with each other."
"Yes." Dumbledore said softly, "Of course it won't work. You need to know more about Tom."
He began to babble for Scott about the Voldemort he knew.
It started when he visited the orphanage where Riddle grew up as a professor of transfiguration...
One summer day in 1938, Dumbledore went to the orphanage and invited Riddle to study at Hogwarts...
Scott quietly listened to Dumbledore's story about Voldemort, which was confirmed by the information he still remembered.
According to Dumbledore, Riddle was born after his mother used a love potion on his father, so he was born without love.
But Scott felt he might just be sick, some mental illness and mental illness.
Like antisocial personality disorder?
However, Scott just thought about it this way, he didn't understand this.
Maybe the Love Potion does have that effect?
Dumbledore spoke for a long time, Scott held the quill in his hand, extracted some key words from his words and wrote them on the parchment.
When Dumbledore stopped talking, Scott had already filled most of the parchment, using some refined words and phrases to summarize most of Voldemort's life experience.
"How about it." Dumbledore took a sip of hot cocoa to moisten his throat, "Do you have any ideas, Scott?"
"Um……"
Scott pondered for a moment, looking down at the parchment.
"Riddle is a very proud and conceited guy. Judging from his personality, he doesn't seem to be able to use ordinary things to make Horcruxes...but he used an ordinary notebook..."
"He was sixteen," said Dumbledore. "I think that was his first attempt."
"In other words, among his horcruxes... it is very likely that only the notebook is an ordinary item, and the other horcruxes are more meaningful things."
Scott said in a speculative tone.
"Like the Ravenclaw diadem."
"You mean..." Dumbledore nodded, "It's possible, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup? It's all possible, they're all missing."
Scott wrote several more words on the parchment.
Then, Dumbledore told some more rumors about the two relics.
Scott listened while writing, adding conditions.
In the end he filled almost the entire parchment.
"That's all." Dumbledore looked up, "Now, try it."
Scott nodded and began to convert words into numbers.
Since the parchment was so full, he could only write the numbers smaller and fit them in the gaps.
This time, it took him more than ten minutes to complete this step.
(End of this chapter)
"Now, you need to appease the students of Ravenclaw House, Felius."
Dumbledore reminded Professor Flitwick.
"Oh!"
Professor Flitwick almost jumped up.
"Yes, I have to go..." He turned his head and glanced at Scott, "Scott, are you going back with me?"
Scott just wanted to say hello, but Dumbledore said again: "Maybe Scott can come to my office and enjoy a cup of sweet hot cocoa."
"Alright."
Professor Flitwick glanced at Dumbledore, turned and walked towards his office.
"bring it on."
Dumbledore greets Scott.
"Go to my office, of course, you can also enter from the eighth floor."
Scott followed Dumbledore left and right, and finally pushed open an inconspicuous oak door hidden in a corner.
The moment he opened the door, Scott keenly heard the lively conversation in the office come to an abrupt end.
"Oh, the portraits of the former Headmasters," said Dumbledore with a smile. "They always quarreled with each other in my absence."
Scott glanced at the wall, where the portraits in the row were all pretending to be dozing off.
Dumbledore walked behind his desk and sat down, pointing to the chair on the other side.
"Come on, sit down."
He tapped the table with the Elder Wand, and two cups of steaming hot cocoa appeared on the table.
He picked up the cup and took a sip, showing enjoyment.
Scott also took a few sips from his cup and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you show me?"
Dumbledore pointed to the roll of parchment in Scott's hand.
"That's the parchment you used to record this arithmetic divination, isn't it?"
"Oh, of course."
Scott handed him the parchment in his hand.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, unfolded the rolled parchment, and looked at it carefully for a while.
"Talented, Scott, you are gifted in this subject."
He muttered.
"Speaking of which, I also know some arithmetic and divination, but I can't do this. I only rely on the conditions you wrote down to calculate the position of the crown."
He blinked.
"Usually... I use arithmetic divination to figure out what honeydukes' discounted candy is every quarter."
Scott couldn't help laughing.
Although Dumbledore seemed to be joking, Scott always felt that he could not do such a thing.
Dumbledore took a few more sips of hot cocoa and his expression became a little serious.
"Next thing I need you to try to calculate, Scott," he said, "about Tom's Horcrux."
He paused, looked at Scott and asked, "Will you?"
"Of course I would."
Scott nodded.
"But..." He said with some hesitation, "There are too few known conditions, and a satisfactory result may not be obtained."
"Of course, of course I understand that."
Dumbledore put down his glass.
"What I want to know most is how many Horcruxes Tom has. I want to ask you to try it. It doesn't matter if there is no result."
Scott asked him curiously, "Why don't you ask Professor Victor to calculate it? I mean, he should be more capable than me."
"Professor Victor has of course calculated it."
Dumbledore said.
"Unfortunately." He showed a somewhat helpless expression, "He didn't get the result he wanted."
"Is that so?" Scott nodded again, "Then I'll try, but to be honest, I'm not confident about it."
Dumbledore produced a new piece of parchment, and placed the inkwell with the quill in Scott's hand.
"It doesn't matter." He said with a smile, "This is just an attempt."
Scott put the mug of hot cocoa aside and picked up the quill.
He first wrote down the target of the divination, [Voldemort/Tom Riddle's Horcruxes].
Then, he wrote [Notebook] and [Ravenclaw's Diadem].
Then, he stopped writing.
"Sorry, there are only so many known conditions that I know." He said hesitantly, "And they have no logical connection with each other."
"Yes." Dumbledore said softly, "Of course it won't work. You need to know more about Tom."
He began to babble for Scott about the Voldemort he knew.
It started when he visited the orphanage where Riddle grew up as a professor of transfiguration...
One summer day in 1938, Dumbledore went to the orphanage and invited Riddle to study at Hogwarts...
Scott quietly listened to Dumbledore's story about Voldemort, which was confirmed by the information he still remembered.
According to Dumbledore, Riddle was born after his mother used a love potion on his father, so he was born without love.
But Scott felt he might just be sick, some mental illness and mental illness.
Like antisocial personality disorder?
However, Scott just thought about it this way, he didn't understand this.
Maybe the Love Potion does have that effect?
Dumbledore spoke for a long time, Scott held the quill in his hand, extracted some key words from his words and wrote them on the parchment.
When Dumbledore stopped talking, Scott had already filled most of the parchment, using some refined words and phrases to summarize most of Voldemort's life experience.
"How about it." Dumbledore took a sip of hot cocoa to moisten his throat, "Do you have any ideas, Scott?"
"Um……"
Scott pondered for a moment, looking down at the parchment.
"Riddle is a very proud and conceited guy. Judging from his personality, he doesn't seem to be able to use ordinary things to make Horcruxes...but he used an ordinary notebook..."
"He was sixteen," said Dumbledore. "I think that was his first attempt."
"In other words, among his horcruxes... it is very likely that only the notebook is an ordinary item, and the other horcruxes are more meaningful things."
Scott said in a speculative tone.
"Like the Ravenclaw diadem."
"You mean..." Dumbledore nodded, "It's possible, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup? It's all possible, they're all missing."
Scott wrote several more words on the parchment.
Then, Dumbledore told some more rumors about the two relics.
Scott listened while writing, adding conditions.
In the end he filled almost the entire parchment.
"That's all." Dumbledore looked up, "Now, try it."
Scott nodded and began to convert words into numbers.
Since the parchment was so full, he could only write the numbers smaller and fit them in the gaps.
This time, it took him more than ten minutes to complete this step.
(End of this chapter)
