Chapter 336 Horcrux

"Although the coffee Cornelius sent is good, I think tea is more suitable for you, and of course, there is juice." Dumbledore said, he sat close to the chair, and looked very relaxed.

"Oh, just give me a glass of juice." Fan Lin said, he didn't care what he wanted to drink, he was just thinking about what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about.

Although Dumbledore's office is not the most luxurious place in the whole Hogwarts, it must be the most sacred place.

At the top of a tower in Hogwarts, Dumbledore can overlook the whole view of the castle.

This is the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, and the portraits of the headmasters of Hogwarts of all generations are preserved here. They use special methods to lock their memories and part of their souls firmly in the murals. Whenever the headmaster of Hogwarts has any questions, the portraits here are the best debaters, and the wisdom of the predecessors can never be ignored.

Fanlin had been here more than once, and he could basically recognize all the old men in these portraits. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hufflepuff, the first headmaster of Hogwarts, did not leave her own portrait. He really wanted to see the style of the founder of this great school a thousand years ago.

Just as usual, the successive headmasters showed their inconspicuous side as always, except for a slight movement when Dumbledore came in. The wisdom of these portraits is the wealth of Hogwarts. Although it seems a bit bad to inherit the personalities of the headmasters, you should know that the headmasters of Hogwarts also have wizards who came out of Slytherin, and some of the concepts that Slytherin upholds are passed down from generation to generation.

"Oh, of course!" Dumbledore snapped his fingers lightly, and two glasses of iced orange juice appeared on the coffee table in front of him.

"Speaking of which, this was made by the house elf named Dobby. I remember that his current owner should be you." Dumbledore said.

"Yeah." Fan Lin nodded. He suddenly felt that he hadn't seen Dobby for a long time. Although Dobby helped him make the bed the day before, he usually did this kind of thing himself. Dobby just wandered around. It seemed that he was very happy in the house-elf kitchen of Hogwarts.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you asked me to come here not just to drink a glass of juice or discuss the issue of house-elf."

"Oh, that's true." Dumbledore said. He stood up and gently stroked Fawkes' feathers with his hand.

Fawkes seemed to enjoy it very much. It made that strange chirping sound.

It seemed that Dumbledore was thinking about some problems. His hand paused slightly. It was just a change of expression. In an instant, the atmosphere around him became serious.

Fan Lin couldn't help but sit up straight. He looked at the portraits that seemed to be doing nothing with his peripheral vision. At this moment, he couldn't help but focus his eyes on them, but his movements were very secretive.

They always pretend to be indifferent, but they will remember everything.

"Well, it seems that we have to start from the beginning." Dumbledore said, and he sat back, "Maybe we can start with some interesting questions, such as Voldemort, how about it?"

"Tom Riddle?" Fanlin said, "I don't think I know more than you, after all, he is your student."

"Oh, of course!" Dumbledore said, "Tom is the best student I have ever taught, there is no doubt, but in terms of guiding the road, I seem to have made a very serious mistake."

"You still want to save him instead of defeating him, right?" Fanlin asked.

"I think if he still has a little hope, I don't mind trying it." Dumbledore said, "After all, Tom was just blinded by power, like..."

Dumbledore couldn't find any words to describe Tom's behavior for a while. In his opinion, Tom brought enough harm to the wizarding world, but there were also his mistakes.

"I don't think so, Professor Dumbledore." Fan Lin said, "If Tom still has humanity at the age of fifteen, then this pitiful humanity should have been completely wiped out with the birth of the Horcrux."

"It seems that you know a lot." Dumbledore smiled, "I originally thought you were just smart enough, but now it seems that I underestimated you too much."

Dumbledore gently waved his hand, and Tom Riddle's diary, which was originally lying quietly in the principal's desk, quietly flew into Dumbledore's hands.

"I spent a lot of energy to completely figure out what this thing is. When I first figured it out, I simply thought it was just a powerful black magic item. You know, Tom is very proficient in this."

"Of course, he is indeed a very powerful wizard." Fan Lin said, "and the existence of the Horcrux just proves this point."

"Conquered death?" Dumbledore said, and he seemed to be asking himself again. In fact, the nature of death has always been the biggest mystery.

If the mystery of death is really interpreted in the Chinese way of reincarnation, then death does not seem to be the end of a story. On the contrary, death itself is the beginning of another story.

"I don't think so, Professor." Van Lin said. Regarding Tom Riddle, Van Lin tended to be in the opposite direction of Dumbledore.

"I don't think Tom Riddle is using magic to show us that he has conquered death. On the contrary, the existence of the Horcrux exposes Voldemort's greatest weakness. He is not conquering, he is escaping."

"Escape?" Dumbledore seemed to be suddenly interested. He sat up straight. "Others' evaluation of Tom is based on his strength. In fact, Tom is indeed very strong. Even if he was hit by his own Avada Kedavra curse, he did not die. I believe you and I both know this."

"Yes, of course he will not die, Professor!" Fan Lin nodded undeniably. "Voldemort is indeed very powerful. Even the Kedavra curse cannot end his life. I believe that few wizards can do this, not even you."

Fan Lin suddenly remembered that scene, Malfoy, the escaped Death Eaters, Harry hiding downstairs, and Snape who used the Kedavra curse to end Dumbledore's life. (To be continued)