Chapter 259 Dumbledore's Speculation
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Rui Chen 3499
Dumbledore slumped on the chair relaxedly, looking at the exquisitely carved gold cup in front of him with the eyes of looking at a work of art.
He waved his wand, and a portrait appeared out of thin air. In the painting, a middle-aged woman holding a gold cup was plump but not bloated. She looked very kind and approachable.
This portrait is of Helga Hufflepuff, and it was used by Godric and the others to compare the golden cup.
After confirmation by the two founders, this golden cup is indeed the one used by Helga.
"From ordinary notebooks to the belongings of the founder..." Dumbledore put his fingers on the table and made a rhythmic sound, "Perhaps we still need someone to answer the questions in my heart."
He was going to summon Riddle from the notebook, and talk to Riddle again, maybe there would be a different harvest.
At the same time, I also need to send some letters to old friends in the Order of the Phoenix, asking them to help inquire about the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.
After arranging the relevant matters, his eyes finally turned to the ordinary-looking notebook.
Dumbledore stood up, and a silver-white light appeared at the tip of the wand. With the appearance of the halo, the black air on the notebook gushed out, and soon gathered into a human shape.
Riddle's unruly face showed an impatient expression, "Dumbledore! Don't try to dig out any information from me! I don't know! I don't know anything!"
"Instead of wasting time with me, why don't you care about those Muggles? How long can those inferior things last without vitality?"
Dumbledore's face was calm, a teenager wanted to stimulate him with words, maybe this is what Connor said about the second disease?
"Tom, with the help of Head Slytherin, those Muggles are safe and can last a long time."
"It's you, Tom..." He elongated his voice with a bit of pity in his tone, "We have news about the basilisk now, maybe I will say goodbye to you soon."
"You..." The savagery on Riddle's face disappeared, and his expression turned ferocious, "What do you want? Do you think I will be afraid? Or should I cry bitterly and surrender to you and beg for mercy?"
Dumbledore gently stroked his long silver-white beard, and suddenly raised his wand and waved it.
A sprout appeared under the golden cup behind him, and the sprout grew rapidly, holding the golden cup firmly, and placed it between him and Riddle.
"I just feel unworthy for you, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was still soft, as if he was giving psychological counseling to a student who violated the school rules.
"Do you know what this is? Although you are a student of Slytherin House, you should know what the mark on the gold cup means."
The moment Riddle saw the golden cup, his eyes widened immediately, and then quickly returned to normal size. He shook his head slightly and said, "A drinking cup? What does it mean? I don't know!"
There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth. Riddle is indeed a little immature now, and those small thoughts in his heart are easy to guess even without the help of Legilimency.
"I just feel unworthy for you, Tom." He repeated what he said just now, "It seems that Voldemort doesn't pay much attention to you. He used an ordinary notebook to carry an ordinary Tom Riddle."
"Don't say I'm ordinary!" Riddle's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, with a bit of hysteria.
Dumbledore nodded, instead of using this point to provoke Riddle, he turned the topic to the golden cup sent by Kong Nuo.
"This gold cup has a long history, even dating back to when Hogwarts was founded. It is a real antique, a real treasure. Look at the carvings, it is really exquisite! Incredible!"
Riddle's eyes were fixed on the golden cup, and he seemed to be able to see the sparks coming out of his eyes.
Dumbledore caught a glimpse of Riddle's expression in extra light, and continued: "It seems that you are the most ordinary one. Tom, I really feel sorry for you. Hey..."
Originally, Riddle's expression was normal, but when Dumbledore let out a long sigh, Riddle's anger almost reached its peak, and it seemed that he might faint at any time.
Of course, Riddle is just a soul fragment right now, and doesn't have the ability to faint at all.
However, Riddle's attitude is worth trying to figure out. According to his unyielding character, if it wasn't because things couldn't be refuted, he would definitely talk back again.
Dumbledore stared at Riddle, his lips pursed and he remained silent.
The two kept a delicate silence until Riddle began to shake his body, and Dumbledore smiled.
"Tom, I've figured out something interesting, would you like to hear it?"
Riddle gritted his teeth. Knowing that he had failed in the confrontation just now, he simply turned his back and stopped paying attention to Dumbledore's blue eyes.
Dumbledore didn't care, and continued to speak in a soft voice: "Tom, Voldemort doesn't just have you as a Horcrux, not even just these two Horcruxes."
"This notebook may be just an experimental product. How many Horcruxes does Voldemort plan to make..."
He saw Riddle's shoulders tremble slightly, which showed that the speculation just now had indeed touched Voldemort's secret about the Horcrux.
From the records in Salazar and various classics, it is already very difficult for a wizard to make one Horcrux, and it is even more difficult to make two Horcruxes.
However, according to Riddle's performance, Dumbledore has reason to believe that the number of Horcruxes made by Voldemort may have exceeded three.
This opportunity is rare, if Riddle waits until he reacts, it may be difficult to squeeze more information from him.
Dumbledore didn't care whether Riddle responded to him or not, and continued, "Tom, I actually have another question I want to ask."
"What will he choose as the carrier of the Horcrux? Is it an ordinary notebook, or something more precious?"
The trembling of Riddle's body gradually stopped, and he suddenly turned to look at Dumbledore again, with a ferocious expression like a raging poisonous snake.
"Dumbledore! I get it! You're testing me! You really are a cunning old man! I won't be fooled again!"
Dumbledore sighed, and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity, you still found out. But this time I gained a lot, you let me guess a lot of useful things."
He waved his wand, and Riddle's figure began to vaporize again, and was sucked into the notebook again.
Dumbledore looked at the letter from Konno again, and couldn't help but chuckle cheerfully.
He waved his wand, and a portrait appeared out of thin air. In the painting, a middle-aged woman holding a gold cup was plump but not bloated. She looked very kind and approachable.
This portrait is of Helga Hufflepuff, and it was used by Godric and the others to compare the golden cup.
After confirmation by the two founders, this golden cup is indeed the one used by Helga.
"From ordinary notebooks to the belongings of the founder..." Dumbledore put his fingers on the table and made a rhythmic sound, "Perhaps we still need someone to answer the questions in my heart."
He was going to summon Riddle from the notebook, and talk to Riddle again, maybe there would be a different harvest.
At the same time, I also need to send some letters to old friends in the Order of the Phoenix, asking them to help inquire about the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.
After arranging the relevant matters, his eyes finally turned to the ordinary-looking notebook.
Dumbledore stood up, and a silver-white light appeared at the tip of the wand. With the appearance of the halo, the black air on the notebook gushed out, and soon gathered into a human shape.
Riddle's unruly face showed an impatient expression, "Dumbledore! Don't try to dig out any information from me! I don't know! I don't know anything!"
"Instead of wasting time with me, why don't you care about those Muggles? How long can those inferior things last without vitality?"
Dumbledore's face was calm, a teenager wanted to stimulate him with words, maybe this is what Connor said about the second disease?
"Tom, with the help of Head Slytherin, those Muggles are safe and can last a long time."
"It's you, Tom..." He elongated his voice with a bit of pity in his tone, "We have news about the basilisk now, maybe I will say goodbye to you soon."
"You..." The savagery on Riddle's face disappeared, and his expression turned ferocious, "What do you want? Do you think I will be afraid? Or should I cry bitterly and surrender to you and beg for mercy?"
Dumbledore gently stroked his long silver-white beard, and suddenly raised his wand and waved it.
A sprout appeared under the golden cup behind him, and the sprout grew rapidly, holding the golden cup firmly, and placed it between him and Riddle.
"I just feel unworthy for you, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was still soft, as if he was giving psychological counseling to a student who violated the school rules.
"Do you know what this is? Although you are a student of Slytherin House, you should know what the mark on the gold cup means."
The moment Riddle saw the golden cup, his eyes widened immediately, and then quickly returned to normal size. He shook his head slightly and said, "A drinking cup? What does it mean? I don't know!"
There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth. Riddle is indeed a little immature now, and those small thoughts in his heart are easy to guess even without the help of Legilimency.
"I just feel unworthy for you, Tom." He repeated what he said just now, "It seems that Voldemort doesn't pay much attention to you. He used an ordinary notebook to carry an ordinary Tom Riddle."
"Don't say I'm ordinary!" Riddle's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, with a bit of hysteria.
Dumbledore nodded, instead of using this point to provoke Riddle, he turned the topic to the golden cup sent by Kong Nuo.
"This gold cup has a long history, even dating back to when Hogwarts was founded. It is a real antique, a real treasure. Look at the carvings, it is really exquisite! Incredible!"
Riddle's eyes were fixed on the golden cup, and he seemed to be able to see the sparks coming out of his eyes.
Dumbledore caught a glimpse of Riddle's expression in extra light, and continued: "It seems that you are the most ordinary one. Tom, I really feel sorry for you. Hey..."
Originally, Riddle's expression was normal, but when Dumbledore let out a long sigh, Riddle's anger almost reached its peak, and it seemed that he might faint at any time.
Of course, Riddle is just a soul fragment right now, and doesn't have the ability to faint at all.
However, Riddle's attitude is worth trying to figure out. According to his unyielding character, if it wasn't because things couldn't be refuted, he would definitely talk back again.
Dumbledore stared at Riddle, his lips pursed and he remained silent.
The two kept a delicate silence until Riddle began to shake his body, and Dumbledore smiled.
"Tom, I've figured out something interesting, would you like to hear it?"
Riddle gritted his teeth. Knowing that he had failed in the confrontation just now, he simply turned his back and stopped paying attention to Dumbledore's blue eyes.
Dumbledore didn't care, and continued to speak in a soft voice: "Tom, Voldemort doesn't just have you as a Horcrux, not even just these two Horcruxes."
"This notebook may be just an experimental product. How many Horcruxes does Voldemort plan to make..."
He saw Riddle's shoulders tremble slightly, which showed that the speculation just now had indeed touched Voldemort's secret about the Horcrux.
From the records in Salazar and various classics, it is already very difficult for a wizard to make one Horcrux, and it is even more difficult to make two Horcruxes.
However, according to Riddle's performance, Dumbledore has reason to believe that the number of Horcruxes made by Voldemort may have exceeded three.
This opportunity is rare, if Riddle waits until he reacts, it may be difficult to squeeze more information from him.
Dumbledore didn't care whether Riddle responded to him or not, and continued, "Tom, I actually have another question I want to ask."
"What will he choose as the carrier of the Horcrux? Is it an ordinary notebook, or something more precious?"
The trembling of Riddle's body gradually stopped, and he suddenly turned to look at Dumbledore again, with a ferocious expression like a raging poisonous snake.
"Dumbledore! I get it! You're testing me! You really are a cunning old man! I won't be fooled again!"
Dumbledore sighed, and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity, you still found out. But this time I gained a lot, you let me guess a lot of useful things."
He waved his wand, and Riddle's figure began to vaporize again, and was sucked into the notebook again.
Dumbledore looked at the letter from Konno again, and couldn't help but chuckle cheerfully.
