Chapter 898: Old Man Deng Has No Martial Ethics

Dumbledore reached toward his bosom, then stopped very suddenly.

He turned back to look at the referees Harry and Sirius with a serious face, "We cannot confirm whether the Horcrux is hidden in the stone basin yet. I think we'd better be rigorous."

Vincent rolled his eyes and said, "Professor, the entire cave is only this big, and I have burned the bottom of the lake. Where else can the Horcrux be hidden if not in the stone basin?"

Dumbledore continued to persuade the referee without changing his expression, "We can't make any hasty decisions. We must think carefully..."

he tui, old bitch Deng has no martial ethics!

Vincent kept cursing in his mind, as ugly as it could be.

If he wasn't there, you would have to lose some blood before coming in.

I can't fly and I don't know what's on the other side of the green light, so there is no other way except to take that shabby little boat.

The corpses at the bottom of the lake are definitely restless, and we have to worry about whether the boat will capsize.

Moreover, he had clearly told her not to drink those strange liquids, but she still refused to admit defeat.

Since he didn't care about his face anymore, he just stood there and watched Old Bitch Deng drink up the damn stuff in the stone basin gulp by gulp.

Don't want to drink? Just pour it down your nose!

Vincent tipped the goblet on the ground, picked it up and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Professor, I agree with your conclusion. Please."

Dumbledore was obviously stunned, and reached his hands into his arms, "In fact, winning or losing is not important, what is important is——"

Vincent took his hand and thrust the goblet into his hand. “Enjoy your meal, Professor.”

Dumbledore's hand holding the goblet was shaking slightly. "I think my conclusion just now seems a bit hasty-"

"Please." Vincent stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, pointing at the stone basin. "Professor, you must have thought carefully before you came up with your conclusion just now, right?"

Sirius pinched his thigh fiercely.

There are not many people in the entire wizarding world who dare to challenge Dumbledore face to face. Voldemort is one, Fudge is one, and Umbridge can be considered half one.

This is no longer a challenge from Vincent, but an extremely insulting and heartbreaking move.

Dumbledore steadied his still shaking hands, "Well, you win, kid."

Vincent pretended not to hear, "Professor, I'm in a hurry, can you hurry up?"

Seeing that the tension between the two was getting stronger and stronger, Sirius had to step out to smooth things over, "Vincent, you win."

Harry received his look and said quickly, "Yes, Vincent, you win."

Both referees have said so, and continuing would only seem petty.

Vincent raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hands to Dumbledore, who immediately returned the other mini puppet in his arms.

They won both games and made old Deng feel defeated for the first time in a long time. He was so happy to win.

It’s just a little regrettable that I couldn’t let him drink the strange liquid.

Vincent did not put away the mini puppet he had just obtained, but instead used his magic power to reconnect with it.

The previous loss of contact was due to a detection-related magical restriction, but now close-range control should be no problem.

Sure enough, the puppet was reactivated.

It jumped out of Vincent's hand and came straight to the stone basin.

An incredible thing happened. It actually passed through the invisible wall and climbed onto the stone basin.

Under the gaze of three pairs of horrified eyes, it jumped into the emerald green liquid.

Sirius turned his neck stiffly and looked at Vincent who seemed a little nonchalant. "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet emerged from the emerald green liquid.

It climbed onto the stone basin, its thin arms clutching a rusty silver chain that was almost as big as itself.

"Ding-clang--" A long chain dragging a yellow pendant box hit the rough edge of the stone basin heavily.

Dumbledore's face was full of distress. "Child, can't you make it gentler?"

After all, it was a relic of the founder of Hogwarts, so Vincent put away his nonchalant look.

He controlled the puppet to jump off the stone basin with the locket in both hands, and then successfully passed through the invisible wall again.

Since inanimate alchemical products can enter and exit at will, the various restrictions that Voldemort set only for wizards are too incomplete.

To put it nicely, it's confidence; to put it bluntly, it's arrogance.

Vincent squatted down and made sure that the locket held in the puppet's hands was free of traps before picking it up.

The locket is octagonal, with the edges wrapped in sterling silver, and on the front is a yellow sapphire with a texture that looks very much like plastic, which covers a distorted "S" symbol made up of fragments of emeralds.

The workmanship is too rough, the Russians' stuff is better than this.

Vincent raised his head and met three pairs of big eyes looking at him eagerly.

Although Nico's Philosopher's Stone looked like a second-hand item from the Portobello Road flea market, it wasn't that cheap.

He held the rusty silver chain and extended the locket in front of the three people.

"Isn't Salazar Slytherin the richest of the four founders? How could he leave behind such a cheap item?"

To call it street stall merchandise is an overstatement; if you throw this thing on the street, no one would pick it up.

Harry and Sirius could not help laughing, while Dumbledore leaned over the locket with a serious face and examined it carefully.

According to a memory volunteered by a helpful member of the public, the locket sold by Merope Gaunt looked nothing like this.

A rusty silver chain alone is already wrong. Pure mithril will not rust even if it is kept for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Not to mention the yellow sapphire that looks very plastic. Not only does it not have the luster that a gem should have, but several of its facets are even crooked.

"professor?"

Dumbledore straightened up and opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something.

Finally, under the gaze of three pairs of expectant eyes, he managed to utter two words with great difficulty: "Fake."

"what?!"

Vincent held the locket up to his eyes. "Professor, you say this is fake?"

Dumbledore nodded. "It looks different from the locket in my memory. As you said, Tom has a very bad taste."

What you get after going through so much hardship and difficulties is actually fake?

A noseless snake-like face suddenly appeared in Vincent's mind.

That big face was laughing at him madly, and it kept making “hehehe” sounds.

"Fuck your fake Merlin locket!"

With a "click", the locket fell heavily to the ground.

The metal rim squeezed the plasticky yellow gemstone, causing it to fall off as it bounced off the ground.