People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 391 This wave is in the atmosphere

Harry looked at the calm Dumbledore in confusion, then turned to look at Afro who was smiling.

He had a premonition that he would learn a shocking secret today.

Dumbledore stood up and walked to a glass cabinet filled with miscellaneous items. He found a broken hat from it, which was the Sorting Hat used at the opening ceremony.

The Sorting Hat yawned and opened a crack, "Excuse me for disturbing my sleep, Albus."

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore reached into his hat and pulled out a jeweled silver sword.

"Harry, you must be familiar with it?" He walked up to Harry with the sword and motioned for him to take it.

Harry nodded as he looked at the Sword of Gryffindor, which he had used to defeat the python in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year.

"Very good, now wear it."

Harry's eyes widened and hesitantly pointed at himself and the sword.

"Yes, use it to pierce the crown," Dumbledore repeated patiently.

"Sir," Harry said slowly, as if to make sure he had heard correctly, "pierce the crown with a sword?"

Dumbledore made a "please" gesture, and he and Avro stepped back a few steps to leave enough space for Harry.

Although Harry had doubts in his heart, he believed in Dumbledore without reservation.

He raised his sword high, pointed the tip of the sword at the shining crown, and stabbed it hard.

The sharp sword pierced through the largest gem on the crown, leaving countless fine cracks on the gem. Like the Holy Grail, it also oozed dark green corrosive liquid, emitting a pungent smell of decay.

Harry dropped the sword and wiped his sweaty brow with his hand.

"Well, I know you are full of doubts." Dumbledore sat back at his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out four things. "But first, tell me what you feel now."

"Feel it with your heart." The blue eyes stared at the boy, with a deep meaning in them that was difficult to fathom.

Harry felt it quietly for a moment and shook his head quickly, "Nothing, sir."

He was only filled with doubts and confusion.

Avro and Dumbledore looked at each other and saw recognition in each other's eyes.

This proves that Voldemort has not yet discovered that the Horcruxes have been destroyed.

But it's soon.

After all, Bella's vault was blown up by them.

"Harry, take out the small bottle on the second shelf on the right, at the front. I know you will use it."

Harry did as Dumbledore had said and took out the crystal bottle of silvery substance, poured it into the spinning Pensieve, and slowly immersed his face in the liquid.

The seconds ticked by, and Harry was still lying on the Pensieve, Avro holding his arm with one hand and his collar with the other.

"Severus has already told me about Goyle," said Dumbledore.

"You know that necklace is used to solve--"

"Yes, I know." He crossed his hands on the table, without any panic of being assassinated. "I also know that they will not give up."

"Professor, I said the problem is easy to solve. All it takes is your cooperation." Afro looked at the other person without blinking. When she stared into a person's eyes, the other person could always feel a unique courage in her.

Dumbledore found it difficult to ignore the sudden trust in his heart, a feeling as if the girl in front of him was there to save them.

He smiled to hide the strange feeling in his heart. This was the second person besides someone else who could make him have such thoughts.

"Afro, I can give up everything for the greater good."

"Including your lover?"

Her words were blunt and brief, and Dumbledore, unsurprisingly, remained silent.

But he didn't remain silent for long, "Yes, including him."

"How sad, Albus." Grindelwald appeared as if he had pressed the surveillance button as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking.

"I now seriously doubt the safety of Hogwarts." The corners of Afro's mouth, which had been raised, fell again. She looked at the Dark Lord with an expressionless face as he spoke coquettishly with a pinched voice.

Dumbledore coughed twice; he obviously heard Aphrodite's complaints.

"I have already made such plans."

"I know, fifty years ago, or even longer." Grindelwald hugged his lover from behind and whispered in his ear, "This is what attracted me and made me fall in love..."

"Cough cough!"

Seeing that things were developing in a direction that could not be broadcast, Afro hurried to make his presence known.

Grindelwald looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Well, we don't need to stage a Shakespearean love tragedy."

She took out a black pill from her pocket, handed it to Grindelwald, and said to him.

"This is a fake death drug. If you take it in advance, it will be no different from real death. When the time comes, you can take the antidote and return to normal."

As for why he gave it to Grindelwald, Avro said that this was the only way Dumbledore would not secretly throw away the pill.

Grindelwald was very interested in this small pill. He held it up to his eyes and examined it carefully. "It's amazing."

"Albus, you and I don't have to be separated by the dead."

Afro looked at the ceiling in silence. She put away the instructions for the fake death drug.

"Elixir of Life (Fake): Legend has it that Yang Guifei took the elixir of life to avoid the rebels and used fake death to escape. The system mall creator reminds you that the legend is not credible and feudal superstition is not encouraged. (In fact, Yang Guifei used the fake death drug.)

Attributes: Defense, Life.

Price: 100 million points

Special requirements: It works better when used with the matching antidote. Click here to purchase the package. 」

She straightened her robes, glanced at Harry, who was still immersed in the Pensieve, and whispered to Dumbledore, "I think we should tell Professor Snape first."

"That greasy black bat?" Grindelwald said, with his hands behind his back, swaying slightly.

"Uh...right?"

"I'll tell him." Dumbledore pushed Grindelwald who was leaning on his arm, stood up and looked at the stunned Harry.

"Professor." He called softly, "Horcrux..."

"As you can see, the Horcruxes are Voldemort's secret weapon and the reason for his resurrection."

Harry slowly sat down on the steps below the Pensieve, his eyes looking straight ahead, "What is this Horcrux?"

"A book, a ring, a necklace. A crown, a Holy Grail." Dumbledore said calmly, pointing to the items on his desk.

"There are seven in total." Harry walked quickly to the table and looked down at the pile of destroyed Horcruxes. "There's still seven left—"

"Two?" said Dumbledore.

"Where are we going to find it then?"

"That's up to you," said Grindelwald.

Harry looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared in the room, tilted his head in confusion and asked, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Albus's man—"

Dumbledore pinched him under the cover of the table. Grindelwald quickly changed the subject.

"A rare and precious old friend."