Chapter 551 Variables
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"Only you?" Voldemort's expression seemed as if he had heard something funny, and there was a hint of ridicule in his tone. "You don't think you can really kill me if you find an opportunity for me to get hurt, do you?"
"I know what you are relying on, Tom." Dumbledore said softly, "But have you ever thought that I am also prepared for this?"
Voldemort was stunned at first, but his face soon regained some confidence and fearlessness.
"I admit that you are very powerful, Dumbledore, but the Dark Lord is far more powerful than you imagine." He raised his head slightly and pointed at Dumbledore with his nose that only had nostrils. "On the road to eternal life, I have already Walking in the forefront of everyone..."
He couldn't finish the sentence completely because Glenn slowly took out an inconspicuous little thing from his robe pocket.
That's...Hufflepuff's golden cup.
At this time, it is somewhat out of date to call it a gold cup. Because it has lost the magic blessing, the small cup has been covered with traces of time. The gold paint has fallen off, is stained with rust, and there is an ugly black scar in the middle.
"you..."
Pupils dilated, nostrils slightly flared.The slight expression on Voldemort's face flashed away, but it clearly betrayed his nervous and panic mood at the moment.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be your so-called little secret of immortality, right? Tom?" Dumbledore was an experienced man, and of course he could see the other person's mood swings.
"...So what?" Voldemort was silent for a moment, thoughts spinning rapidly in his mind, "Since you can find Hufflepuff's golden cup, you must have guessed that there is more than one Horcrux."
"Of course." Glenn nodded in agreement, "But, Mr. Riddle, do you think there is a possibility... that all your treasures hidden in the corners have been dug out?"
"Just you?" Voldemort roared angrily, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Glenn shrugged, put his hands into his pockets again and said, "Let's do the math. First of all, the diary, thanks to Mr. Malfoy's generosity, was given to us three years ago."
He said, took out the broken diary and put it aside.
"Then this, the Gaunt family ring." He took out another ring with the gemstones removed. It was just big enough to fit into the hole in the diary. "After Professor Dumbledore got this thing, he was almost I suffered a big loss!"
Dumbledore coughed slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.
Everyone in the courtyard had stopped fighting long ago and watched in stunned silence as Glenn took out the third item - Slytherin's locket.
"This is more important. You probably thought it was found today, but in fact, we solved it a long time ago." Glenn prodded Voldemort by the way, "Bytheway, it still took a lot of effort to find it. , In fact, the locket in the cave has been replaced by someone long ago. Of course, it was your 'loyal' servant, Regulus Black."
Voldemort's face became increasingly livid, anger mixed with shock, and his red eyes almost burst out of fire.
"Including the gold cup, this is already the fourth one." Glenn smiled, glanced around, and pointed to the place where Nagini was killed just now, "And the snake I killed just now, you I definitely still remember it.”
Seemingly seeing that Glenn didn't take out anything again, Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly. As long as Ravenclaw's diadem was not discovered, he still had a glimmer of hope.
This scene was naturally seen by the old fox, but he remained silent, just silently thinking about how to ensure that Voldemort could not escape.
"There's something you may not know..." Glenn continued, "In fact, in a sense, you destroyed a very important Horcrux with your own hands."
"What do you mean?" Voldemort finally couldn't hold it back and asked in confusion.
Glenn pointed at Harry and suddenly felt like a villain explaining the ins and outs to the protagonist, but I have to say that after experiencing it personally, this feeling was still very fulfilling.
"It's a long story, so I'll keep it short. On the night you killed Harry's parents, your soul was damaged by the Amulet of Sacrifice, and you inadvertently left part of the fragment on Harry's body, causing that scar. This resulted in the birth of another Horcrux, but without your knowledge."
Glenn spread his hands.
"That is to say...you just destroyed your last Horcrux with your own hands."
These words obviously ignited Voldemort's anger again, but he quickly calmed down and even "sharply" found the loopholes in the other party's words.
the last one...
This means that they don't know that there is one last Horcrux left...
Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes regained some confidence.
"I said, the Dark Lord is far more powerful than you imagine." He raised his head again, "If you think you have mastered all my trump cards, then you might as well give it a try and see if you can really defeat me. Stay here."
He said, already raising the wand in his hand.
"Don't do it in a hurry, Mr. Riddle," Glenn interrupted, while reaching into his arms again, "Suddenly I remembered that I seemed to have left something behind."
Voldemort looked at him again, with clearly hidden fear in his eyes, an expression that had never appeared on his face before.
The broken Ravenclaw diadem...
His Highness the Dark Lord completely broke through his defenses at this moment. This was the first time he felt fear since he regained his strength. This time, what he faced would be death in the true sense.
He couldn't care less about being angry, let alone competing with Dumbledore.At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind - escaping from Hogwarts.
With a wave of the wand that once belonged to Bellatrix, Voldemort turned into a black shadow and flew out of the castle without hesitation.
Flying freely with magic is an ability that wizards have dreamed of for many years. It is also his last chance to escape at this time.
Dumbledore had been prepared for this move for a long time. When he saw the black shadow move, he immediately raised his wand.
A ray of silver light shot straight into the sky, and with the downward movement of the wand, like a falling star, it hit the fleeing shadow from top to bottom.
Voldemort is also worthy of the title of Dark Lord. Even if he has no way to avoid it, he still holds up a magic shield in the slightest, barely blocking the silver light.
But there was a violent impact, and the tyrannical impact still knocked him down from the sky, and he fell to the ground in a panic.
Just when Dumbledore was about to pursue his victory, a gray shadow flashed in mid-air and a voice suddenly sounded.
From the legend, Queen Morgana.
"I know what you are relying on, Tom." Dumbledore said softly, "But have you ever thought that I am also prepared for this?"
Voldemort was stunned at first, but his face soon regained some confidence and fearlessness.
"I admit that you are very powerful, Dumbledore, but the Dark Lord is far more powerful than you imagine." He raised his head slightly and pointed at Dumbledore with his nose that only had nostrils. "On the road to eternal life, I have already Walking in the forefront of everyone..."
He couldn't finish the sentence completely because Glenn slowly took out an inconspicuous little thing from his robe pocket.
That's...Hufflepuff's golden cup.
At this time, it is somewhat out of date to call it a gold cup. Because it has lost the magic blessing, the small cup has been covered with traces of time. The gold paint has fallen off, is stained with rust, and there is an ugly black scar in the middle.
"you..."
Pupils dilated, nostrils slightly flared.The slight expression on Voldemort's face flashed away, but it clearly betrayed his nervous and panic mood at the moment.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be your so-called little secret of immortality, right? Tom?" Dumbledore was an experienced man, and of course he could see the other person's mood swings.
"...So what?" Voldemort was silent for a moment, thoughts spinning rapidly in his mind, "Since you can find Hufflepuff's golden cup, you must have guessed that there is more than one Horcrux."
"Of course." Glenn nodded in agreement, "But, Mr. Riddle, do you think there is a possibility... that all your treasures hidden in the corners have been dug out?"
"Just you?" Voldemort roared angrily, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Glenn shrugged, put his hands into his pockets again and said, "Let's do the math. First of all, the diary, thanks to Mr. Malfoy's generosity, was given to us three years ago."
He said, took out the broken diary and put it aside.
"Then this, the Gaunt family ring." He took out another ring with the gemstones removed. It was just big enough to fit into the hole in the diary. "After Professor Dumbledore got this thing, he was almost I suffered a big loss!"
Dumbledore coughed slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.
Everyone in the courtyard had stopped fighting long ago and watched in stunned silence as Glenn took out the third item - Slytherin's locket.
"This is more important. You probably thought it was found today, but in fact, we solved it a long time ago." Glenn prodded Voldemort by the way, "Bytheway, it still took a lot of effort to find it. , In fact, the locket in the cave has been replaced by someone long ago. Of course, it was your 'loyal' servant, Regulus Black."
Voldemort's face became increasingly livid, anger mixed with shock, and his red eyes almost burst out of fire.
"Including the gold cup, this is already the fourth one." Glenn smiled, glanced around, and pointed to the place where Nagini was killed just now, "And the snake I killed just now, you I definitely still remember it.”
Seemingly seeing that Glenn didn't take out anything again, Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly. As long as Ravenclaw's diadem was not discovered, he still had a glimmer of hope.
This scene was naturally seen by the old fox, but he remained silent, just silently thinking about how to ensure that Voldemort could not escape.
"There's something you may not know..." Glenn continued, "In fact, in a sense, you destroyed a very important Horcrux with your own hands."
"What do you mean?" Voldemort finally couldn't hold it back and asked in confusion.
Glenn pointed at Harry and suddenly felt like a villain explaining the ins and outs to the protagonist, but I have to say that after experiencing it personally, this feeling was still very fulfilling.
"It's a long story, so I'll keep it short. On the night you killed Harry's parents, your soul was damaged by the Amulet of Sacrifice, and you inadvertently left part of the fragment on Harry's body, causing that scar. This resulted in the birth of another Horcrux, but without your knowledge."
Glenn spread his hands.
"That is to say...you just destroyed your last Horcrux with your own hands."
These words obviously ignited Voldemort's anger again, but he quickly calmed down and even "sharply" found the loopholes in the other party's words.
the last one...
This means that they don't know that there is one last Horcrux left...
Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes regained some confidence.
"I said, the Dark Lord is far more powerful than you imagine." He raised his head again, "If you think you have mastered all my trump cards, then you might as well give it a try and see if you can really defeat me. Stay here."
He said, already raising the wand in his hand.
"Don't do it in a hurry, Mr. Riddle," Glenn interrupted, while reaching into his arms again, "Suddenly I remembered that I seemed to have left something behind."
Voldemort looked at him again, with clearly hidden fear in his eyes, an expression that had never appeared on his face before.
The broken Ravenclaw diadem...
His Highness the Dark Lord completely broke through his defenses at this moment. This was the first time he felt fear since he regained his strength. This time, what he faced would be death in the true sense.
He couldn't care less about being angry, let alone competing with Dumbledore.At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind - escaping from Hogwarts.
With a wave of the wand that once belonged to Bellatrix, Voldemort turned into a black shadow and flew out of the castle without hesitation.
Flying freely with magic is an ability that wizards have dreamed of for many years. It is also his last chance to escape at this time.
Dumbledore had been prepared for this move for a long time. When he saw the black shadow move, he immediately raised his wand.
A ray of silver light shot straight into the sky, and with the downward movement of the wand, like a falling star, it hit the fleeing shadow from top to bottom.
Voldemort is also worthy of the title of Dark Lord. Even if he has no way to avoid it, he still holds up a magic shield in the slightest, barely blocking the silver light.
But there was a violent impact, and the tyrannical impact still knocked him down from the sky, and he fell to the ground in a panic.
Just when Dumbledore was about to pursue his victory, a gray shadow flashed in mid-air and a voice suddenly sounded.
From the legend, Queen Morgana.
