Chapter 885 Locket and Gold Cup

Once the British Ministry of Magic gets up to speed, it's quite efficient.

Just two days after the attack, Vincent received notice that an awarding ceremony would be held tomorrow.

The location is at the camp, and it will be broadcast live around the world.

"It's just a political show..." He put down the letter of notification in his hand and couldn't help feeling sad for himself.

Sirius was used both softly and hard by the Ministry of Magic at that time, and he cooperated with them reluctantly.

And because of Wayne Enterprises, he can't fall out with them for the time being.

This big drama can only be performed together.

Vincent, feeling a little depressed, lay on the bed, looking at the magic communicator on his right wrist.

His right arm has completely healed, leaving only a few shallow scars.

With nothing to do, he sent a video call request to Dumbledore.

"Beep-beep-"

Dumbledore answered the phone on the seventh ring.

Vincent glanced at the somewhat familiar-looking building behind him.

"Professor, are you in Knockturn Alley? Did Tom and the others hide here after leaving the Gaunt mansion?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "No, I got some clues about Slytherin's locket. It is very likely to have been made into a Horcrux."

The Slytherin Locket is a relic of Salazar Slytherin and another heirloom of the Gaunt family.

Vincent sat up in bed, "Professor, did you find it?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore looked up at the building in front of him.

"Tom's biological mother stole the locket when she eloped with old Tom. When she sent Tom to the orphanage, he was not wearing it. I think she probably sold it because she was short of money."

The locket was stolen, and once it appeared in the market through legitimate channels, Merope's brother Morfin would discover her whereabouts.

The Gaunt family is just extremely crazy in their thinking, but they are not fools who know nothing.

If it is sold to the black market, apart from individual buyers, the only place left is Knockturn Alley.

Vincent looked eagerly at Dumbledore on the projection screen, "Professor, I'm so bored staying in the camp, how about we go together?"

Dumbledore didn't react.

"Professor?" Vincent looked at the signal icon in the upper left corner in confusion.

Full bar, no problem with connection.

"Professor, can you hear me?"

"Can hear it."

Vincent twitched his lips fiercely, "Professor, your acting is terrible."

Dumbledore nodded meaningfully, "Yeah, I think it's a bit rotten too. I guess I'll have to learn from you tomorrow."

Speaking of tomorrow's award ceremony, Vincent felt even more depressed.

"Professor, do you believe that I can appear in front of you in the next second?"

"I believe it. Of course I do."

Dumbledore said seriously, "The reason why Cornelius is so anxious to hold the awarding ceremony is actually because the delegation of the International Confederation of Wizards intends to intervene in the investigation of the attack."

Well, no wonder they wanted to broadcast it live worldwide, it turns out they wanted the delegation to be quiet for a few days.

This scene is becoming increasingly difficult to perform.

Vincent lay back on the bed helplessly, "Professor, can I refuse the award?"

"No." Dumbledore winked mischievously. "Cornelly has already informed the heads of the global magical government. He will take you to the scene even if he has to tie you up."

They did it first and asked for permission later. To refuse now would be disrespecting Fudge and the British Ministry of Magic.

What can the heroes of the attack do? They still have to accept their arrangements.

Vincent stared at the ceiling blankly. "Professor, what do you think I should do to completely break the shackles of these crappy rules?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, child, you know I never had such an idea."

It’s not that I can’t, but that I don’t want to, I really don’t want to.

As early as the summer of 1899, the ambition of the most powerful wizard in the world was buried in the grave along with his sister Ariana.

Vincent looked back at him on the projection screen with a determined look, "I will definitely find the answer, Professor."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and seemed to see someone's shadow.

Once upon a time, he and he were even more ambitious than Vincent, and they both dreamed of changing this terrible world with their own hands.

"professor?"

Dumbledore came back to himself and found himself smiling despite himself.

There was a gentle light in his kind eyes. "I'm sorry, when I get old, I always think of some old things unconsciously."

Vincent could probably guess what he was thinking of.

"Professor, I won't disturb you from reminiscing about the past. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After ending the communication, Dumbledore stood there for a long time.

The smile on his face did not disappear, but instead was brought into the building in front of him.

The windows of the building were full of extremely dangerous dark magic items, and a golden sign at the top read "Boggin and Burke's Shop" in large letters.

When it comes to the black market in the British wizarding world, almost all wizards think of this place first.

However, when Dumbledore came out, he looked very worried.

Mr. Bock, the big black businessman, actually bought the locket from Merope at the bargain price of 10 Galleons, and then sold it to a wealthy collector at a sky-high price.

This collector is particularly famous. Her name is Hepzibah Smith. She claims to be a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and owns the Hufflepuff gold cup.

But she had died in a murder many years ago, a murder caused by a house-elf who was dissatisfied with his master.

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The elf was named Heqi, and eventually died in Azkaban.

The clues were completely cut off, but Dumbledore always felt that things might not be that simple.

First, after Hepzibah Smith was murdered, the cup and locket disappeared completely.

Second, house-elves are bound by ancient magical contracts and have no way of harming wizards on their own volition.

Third, young Tom worked at Borgin and Burke's.

Putting these three points of doubt together, one can quickly come to a terrifying guess.

The locket and the golden cup should have been made into Horcruxes. The next step is to find out where they are hidden.

Given Tom's suspicious nature, he would definitely place the two relics of the founder of Hogwarts separately.

Moreover, he was very arrogant. He gave the notebook to Lucius for safekeeping, and kept the Gaunt ring in the old Gaunt house. He didn't even go in to take a look when he moved there with his servants a few days ago.

The choice of the Horcrux obviously has special meaning to him, so the hiding place should also have special meaning.

Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office in the castle, took out the Pensieve and entered into the memories related to Tom.

If you take a few more steps down the path of memory, you will definitely discover some small details that have been overlooked.

Suddenly, he froze the picture to the scene when he first met little Tom.

On the windowsill of the orphanage room, there are 7 small gadgets picked up from the beach.

6 shells, 1 pebble.

Dumbledore looked to the right and saw a photograph on the wall, which showed a cave and sea area.

It seems that it is not just a simple landscape photo.

The small gadgets on the windowsill should have been picked up from the cave sea area, and this place, which looks very dangerous at first glance, should have special meaning to little Tom.

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