Chapter 1264 Fragments of the Loser's Soul

While Harry was experiencing a huge uproar, Dumbledore calmly sat down in the chair on the left.

He took a small sip of black tea, then reluctantly put down the cup.

Grindelwald noticed the gloves he was wearing and gave a slightly surprised look. "That loser actually managed to hurt you? Albus, you hesitated?"

Dumbledore visibly trembled. "No, Gellert, I didn't hesitate. It's his power that has increased."

Albus? Gellert?

Before Harry could recover, he was struck by lightning again. Weren't these two enemies before? Why would they address each other by their first names?

The amount of information was too much for his brain to process.

Filled with countless questions, he carefully sat down on the chair on the right.

“So,” Grindelwald’s gaze lingered between Harry and Dumbledore, finally settling on the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, “this is the child who carries the fragments of a loser’s soul?”

Dumbledore gave a bitter smile. "Gellert, the boy is ready to end the horrors brought by Tom Riddle."

Grindelwald turned to Vincent, his eyes calm but filled with barely concealed joy. "I saw the news. The International Wizarding Federation has made no progress in recent years. They are the perfect stepping stone."

Vincent raised his chin slightly. "Teacher, I'm not like you. I don't have such big ambitions."

Grindelwald gave a wicked smile, his voice steady and penetrating, "Some things may not go according to your plan, and you should know that all too well."

Vincent's eyes were firm, as if they could pierce through all the unknown fog, with an unquestionable certainty, "But I will not cross the line."

A hint of understanding and appreciation flashed in Grindelwald's eyes. "Your answer makes me even more curious about the future."

He stood up and slowly walked towards Harry. "It's almost time. We're about to begin."

Dumbledore seemed somewhat surprised, but quickly became matter-of-fact.

“Show me your resolve, boy.” Grindelwald stopped in front of Harry, his eyes fixed on those bright green eyes. “Let me see if you are truly ready.”

Harry felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the weight of the entire Nurmengard was pressing down on his soul.

He did not back down. He remembered Draco's empty eyes and Hagrid's scars. He took a deep breath, suppressed all his fear, and raised his head to meet Grindelwald's terrifying gaze.

He knew he was about to embark on a perilous path between life and death, and that even a moment's hesitation would plunge him into the abyss from which he would never, ever be able to climb back.

“Very good.” Grindelwald’s voice was very soft.

He raised his hand and slowly adjusted his cufflinks.

Harry could clearly see the Deathly Hallows symbol on his cuff, which was also the symbol of the Burmese party.

After an unknown amount of time, Grindelwald finally straightened his cufflinks and gave a satisfied smile.

The next moment, a dazzling green light flashed from his fingertips and shot straight at the lightning scar.

Harry felt no pain, only an icy chill.

It was a strange feeling, as if something was roaring deep within my soul.

In the real world, after the perfectly timed Killing Curse, a dying Harry slumped straight back in his chair.

The lightning bolt scar on his forehead miraculously faded, as if something was being driven away.

Under Dumbledore's worried gaze, Grindelwald calmly returned to his chair.

“I have minimized and delayed the instant-death effect of the Killing Curse as much as possible, Albus. The rest is up to him.”

Dumbledore reached out and gently stroked the scar on Harry's forehead. "I think it's time for us to go back."

Grindelwald leaned back and waved his hand casually. "This child will remain in a near-death state, and no matter the outcome, that fragment of his soul will be permanently destroyed."

Dumbledore gently picked up Harry. "Thank you, Gellert."

Although it was only for a moment, Vincent still caught the blank look on Grindelwald's face.

This is really...

Before leaving, Vincent left behind a black bracelet made of A-shaped spheres.

He crept closer to Grindelwald, "Teacher, if you're feeling bored..."

He straightened up and gave me a meaningful look.

That look seemed to make Grindelwald's lips twitch slightly.

Outside of Nurmengard.

Vincent jumped into the cockpit of the Voice of the Night. "Professor, are you sure you don't want a ride with me?"

Dumbledore tightened his grip on Harry's arms.

The fighter jet in front of us is said to be able to turn into a car, so there's nothing wrong with him saying that.

"No, child, Harry is very weak right now."

Vincent sat down and started the engine. "Professor, are there still no clues about those Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "It is now certain that Hufflepuff's cup is one of them, but its whereabouts are still unknown. I think Tom must have hidden it in a very safe place."

Vincent recalled the counterfeit goods he had encountered in the Alexandria black market.

Aside from Harry, the Horcruxes Voldemort chose either contained powerful magical energy or held great significance for him.

Moreover, the hiding places were carefully selected, and without any clues, the only option would probably be the most primitive method.

"Professor, I think we can put up a bounty."

Dumbledore looked at him strangely.

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "If I were Voldemort, seeing the bounty would make me worry about whether the Horcruxes were safe and I'd want to rush over and check on them immediately."

Normal people would do that, but Voldemort was not a normal person.

Dumbledore frowned. "The risk is too great. We can't be sure he won't create a new Horcrux immediately."

The best way to make Horcruxes hard to find is to use a few grains of sand as Horcruxes, then throw them into the desert, one here, one there, who could possibly find them?

But if it were Voldemort, when he went berserk, he might turn the entire desert into his Horcrux.

Vincent sighed softly, "Blindly searching is like looking for a needle in a haystack; we can only continue to try our luck."

He gently pushed the lever of the Voice of the Night. "Goodbye, Professor. I'll have my men keep an eye out for those powerful magical items."

Dumbledore slightly relaxed his furrowed brow.

In any case, the soul fragment in Harry's body has finally been resolved.

Including Tom Riddle's diary, the Gaunt family's heirloom ring, and Slytherin's locket, they have now destroyed a total of four Horcruxes.

Dumbledore recalled the memories Horace Slughorn had given him, in which the young Tom had mentioned the number "7" when asking how to make Horcruxes.

He recalled his first meeting with Voldemort, when young Tom placed seven stones on the windowsill of his bedroom in the orphanage. He believed this was no coincidence; the number must have held extraordinary significance in Voldemort's mind.

Six Horcruxes, plus the original body, making a total of seven soul fragments?

If the speculation is correct, then apart from Hufflepuff's cup, Voldemort is left with only two Horcruxes, two Horcruxes with no clues whatsoever.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from the sky, and the next second, crimson flames appeared—Fox had arrived.

By the time a large number of wizards from the Austrian Ministry of Magic arrived, Nurmengard had already returned to its usual tranquility.

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