Chapter 122 Kill him!Dumbledore!
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
A moment later, in the principal's office.
A locked box lay quietly on the desk. Dumbledore knocked on the table lightly and stared at the box, as if he could see the contents inside.
"I have a question for you, Mr. Bones," he asked softly.
"How do you know that the things inside are related to the secret room?"
"I..." Suer pretended to lower his head and hesitated for a while, "I saw it, Professor."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his expression remained calm and calm.
For a while, the only sound in the office was the swishing sound of the silverware turning. Su Er moved his lips, "I also saw a monster...Professor..."
"Coming from the secret room..." There was a hint of fear in Soul's tone, "A snake, a very big snake, crawling in the pipe..."
Dumbledore stopped tapping and frowned slightly.
After half an hour.
"I understand, Mr. Bones." He looked up at Suhr, "I need some time to investigate. Before that, please don't tell anyone else about this, okay?"
"Okay, Professor." Suer met those blue eyes.
"You did not face the danger alone. You chose to tell me. It was a very wise choice. Hufflepuff got 30 points for this."
"If you 'see' anything again, you can come to me at any time, and the gargoyle at the door will let you in."
"It's getting late. The little wizard needs enough sleep, and I, an old man, also need to take a proper rest after a busy day."
Soul understood what Dumbledore meant, and he nodded obediently.
"Goodbye, Professor."
Soul's back disappeared behind the corner, the rumbling sound of the stone monster disappeared, and the portrait behind Dumbledore started to chirp.
It turns out that they were all pretending to sleep just now.
"He lied!" an old man among the many portraits said loudly, "He might have opened the secret room!"
"Don't draw such arbitrary conclusions, Phineas, you don't have any evidence to prove this." Another kind-hearted old woman said, "We Hufflepuff students are always honest."
The old man named Phineas did not argue with the old woman, but asked Dumbledore.
"Why didn't you arrest him just now... He must be hiding something. You should have used your special Legilimency just now..."
"I think you are the one who should be arrested and burned!" The old woman refused to let go.
Dumbledore stared at the box for a while before responding softly, interrupting the noisy portrait,
"I believe in my students and in the descendants of my most loyal friend, Phineas."
"Everyone has his secrets. We can't get to the bottom of everything. There's no need." Dumbledore took out his wand, "Now, let's take a look..."
The elder wand tapped lightly on the box.
The small brass locks made a 'click', 'click' sound, opening one after another, and the box opened automatically.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Dumbledore couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw the box with eight layers inside and the rectangular object that was finally wrapped and tied up with a piece of cloth and rope.
With another tap of the wand, the rope spread out to both sides like a snake, revealing the wet notebook.
Dumbledore closed his eyes, and the wand slipped a subtle path in his hand.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and stared at the notebook.
"Aren't you coming out yet?" Dumbledore said softly, his voice full of coldness and anger. The portraits also stopped talking at this moment and looked at the notebooks on the table. The phoenix also stopped combing its feathers. action.
"Tom...or should I call you, Voldemort?"
The air suddenly became quiet, and the old men and women in the portraits all showed frightened expressions and shrank back in unison.
The notebook suddenly turned on its own without any wind, the blank papers flipped, and a translucent figure emerged with a chuckle.
"haven't seen you for a long time.."
"Dumbledore, my...good professor..."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Tom Riddle looked at the portrait on the wall behind Dumbledore calmly, "Principal Dippet, a student who has graduated for many years sends you my sincere greetings."
After finishing speaking, Tom Riddle slightly bent towards one of the portraits gently and gracefully, but with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"Shut up! I don't have students like you." An old man with a white beard shouted loudly while blowing his nose and staring.
"Ha..." Riddle smiled softly and turned to look at Dumbledore without saying a word.
"You're still the same, Tom," said Dumbledore. "You're still the same cocky and confident person."
"Thank you for the award, Professor." Riddle was actually a little happy, "It's all because of your good teaching."
"You think I don't dare to do anything to you?"
"Of course, of course you dare." Riddle shook his head, his tone soft but full of ridicule, "Of course you have this strength, I have never doubted it, whether it is me now, or me in the past, or... I don’t know where I am hiding now.”
"I don't know how I fell into your hands, but that doesn't matter. If you want to take action, go ahead and do it to me. It's very simple, isn't it? An Avada Kedavra is enough to kill me."
"The world only knows you as the greatest white wizard, but I know, professor, that your black magic is not weak either."
Dumbledore raised his wand, and the tip of the wand flashed with light. No one could doubt the devastating energy contained in this wand.
Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore fearlessly with a sarcastic expression on his lips.
But in the end, Dumbledore put down his wand and breathed a sigh of relief. Without him, the Tom Riddle in front of him was too confident, so confident that he firmly believed that he would not dare to do anything to it.
What is certain is that he has something he doesn't know he relies on.
"Ha..." Riddle took in Dumbledore's movements and sneered, "You are still the same as before, worried about these things and other things."
Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly, waved his wand, and a chain composed of magic shot out from the tip of the wand. This chain unexpectedly tightly wrapped around the translucent Tom, and then swung down.
Tom Riddle in his soul state was pulled straight into the notebook, and the pages flipped. As the last page was closed, the chain reappeared to lock the notebook tightly, and then disappeared.
There was only a faint laugh in the air.
"Kill him, Dumbledore!" the old man in the portrait shouted again, "use your elder wand, kill him, and everything will return to normal..."
Dumbledore ignored it and raised his hand to rub his brow, as if thinking about something. Then he looked at the perch not far from the desk.
"Take me somewhere, Fox."
The phoenix hummed softly, flapped its wings and landed gently on Dumbledore's shoulder.
In a flash of fire, one person, one notebook, and one phoenix disappeared.
A locked box lay quietly on the desk. Dumbledore knocked on the table lightly and stared at the box, as if he could see the contents inside.
"I have a question for you, Mr. Bones," he asked softly.
"How do you know that the things inside are related to the secret room?"
"I..." Suer pretended to lower his head and hesitated for a while, "I saw it, Professor."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his expression remained calm and calm.
For a while, the only sound in the office was the swishing sound of the silverware turning. Su Er moved his lips, "I also saw a monster...Professor..."
"Coming from the secret room..." There was a hint of fear in Soul's tone, "A snake, a very big snake, crawling in the pipe..."
Dumbledore stopped tapping and frowned slightly.
After half an hour.
"I understand, Mr. Bones." He looked up at Suhr, "I need some time to investigate. Before that, please don't tell anyone else about this, okay?"
"Okay, Professor." Suer met those blue eyes.
"You did not face the danger alone. You chose to tell me. It was a very wise choice. Hufflepuff got 30 points for this."
"If you 'see' anything again, you can come to me at any time, and the gargoyle at the door will let you in."
"It's getting late. The little wizard needs enough sleep, and I, an old man, also need to take a proper rest after a busy day."
Soul understood what Dumbledore meant, and he nodded obediently.
"Goodbye, Professor."
Soul's back disappeared behind the corner, the rumbling sound of the stone monster disappeared, and the portrait behind Dumbledore started to chirp.
It turns out that they were all pretending to sleep just now.
"He lied!" an old man among the many portraits said loudly, "He might have opened the secret room!"
"Don't draw such arbitrary conclusions, Phineas, you don't have any evidence to prove this." Another kind-hearted old woman said, "We Hufflepuff students are always honest."
The old man named Phineas did not argue with the old woman, but asked Dumbledore.
"Why didn't you arrest him just now... He must be hiding something. You should have used your special Legilimency just now..."
"I think you are the one who should be arrested and burned!" The old woman refused to let go.
Dumbledore stared at the box for a while before responding softly, interrupting the noisy portrait,
"I believe in my students and in the descendants of my most loyal friend, Phineas."
"Everyone has his secrets. We can't get to the bottom of everything. There's no need." Dumbledore took out his wand, "Now, let's take a look..."
The elder wand tapped lightly on the box.
The small brass locks made a 'click', 'click' sound, opening one after another, and the box opened automatically.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Dumbledore couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw the box with eight layers inside and the rectangular object that was finally wrapped and tied up with a piece of cloth and rope.
With another tap of the wand, the rope spread out to both sides like a snake, revealing the wet notebook.
Dumbledore closed his eyes, and the wand slipped a subtle path in his hand.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and stared at the notebook.
"Aren't you coming out yet?" Dumbledore said softly, his voice full of coldness and anger. The portraits also stopped talking at this moment and looked at the notebooks on the table. The phoenix also stopped combing its feathers. action.
"Tom...or should I call you, Voldemort?"
The air suddenly became quiet, and the old men and women in the portraits all showed frightened expressions and shrank back in unison.
The notebook suddenly turned on its own without any wind, the blank papers flipped, and a translucent figure emerged with a chuckle.
"haven't seen you for a long time.."
"Dumbledore, my...good professor..."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Tom Riddle looked at the portrait on the wall behind Dumbledore calmly, "Principal Dippet, a student who has graduated for many years sends you my sincere greetings."
After finishing speaking, Tom Riddle slightly bent towards one of the portraits gently and gracefully, but with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"Shut up! I don't have students like you." An old man with a white beard shouted loudly while blowing his nose and staring.
"Ha..." Riddle smiled softly and turned to look at Dumbledore without saying a word.
"You're still the same, Tom," said Dumbledore. "You're still the same cocky and confident person."
"Thank you for the award, Professor." Riddle was actually a little happy, "It's all because of your good teaching."
"You think I don't dare to do anything to you?"
"Of course, of course you dare." Riddle shook his head, his tone soft but full of ridicule, "Of course you have this strength, I have never doubted it, whether it is me now, or me in the past, or... I don’t know where I am hiding now.”
"I don't know how I fell into your hands, but that doesn't matter. If you want to take action, go ahead and do it to me. It's very simple, isn't it? An Avada Kedavra is enough to kill me."
"The world only knows you as the greatest white wizard, but I know, professor, that your black magic is not weak either."
Dumbledore raised his wand, and the tip of the wand flashed with light. No one could doubt the devastating energy contained in this wand.
Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore fearlessly with a sarcastic expression on his lips.
But in the end, Dumbledore put down his wand and breathed a sigh of relief. Without him, the Tom Riddle in front of him was too confident, so confident that he firmly believed that he would not dare to do anything to it.
What is certain is that he has something he doesn't know he relies on.
"Ha..." Riddle took in Dumbledore's movements and sneered, "You are still the same as before, worried about these things and other things."
Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly, waved his wand, and a chain composed of magic shot out from the tip of the wand. This chain unexpectedly tightly wrapped around the translucent Tom, and then swung down.
Tom Riddle in his soul state was pulled straight into the notebook, and the pages flipped. As the last page was closed, the chain reappeared to lock the notebook tightly, and then disappeared.
There was only a faint laugh in the air.
"Kill him, Dumbledore!" the old man in the portrait shouted again, "use your elder wand, kill him, and everything will return to normal..."
Dumbledore ignored it and raised his hand to rub his brow, as if thinking about something. Then he looked at the perch not far from the desk.
"Take me somewhere, Fox."
The phoenix hummed softly, flapped its wings and landed gently on Dumbledore's shoulder.
In a flash of fire, one person, one notebook, and one phoenix disappeared.
