Chapter 328 What Are You Looking At?

The principal's office was very quiet. Dumbledore was lost in thought as he looked at the time converter on the table. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Kyle raised his head and accidentally saw a pair of unfinished wool socks on the shelf behind Dumbledore. The socks were white, and each had a delicate blue "A" on it.

"Principal, do you like blue?" Kyle suddenly asked.

"I prefer purple." Dumbledore came back to his senses and said, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Nothing, just curious." Kyle shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore, I'll leave the time converter to you. I hope you can fix it soon."

"Thank you for your trust, Kyle." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, and he became much more energetic.

"I think..."

"Dong!"

At this time, there was a heavy knock on the door outside. The sound was so loud that it was not an exaggeration to say that it was banging on the door.

Kyle glanced at Dumbledore, and just as he was about to open the door, Lucius Malfoy had already walked in, followed by a timid house elf wrapped in bandages.

He was the first person to break into the Hogwarts principal's office in all these years.

But Dumbledore was not angry at all. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and greeted him with a pleasant face.

"Good evening, Lucius."

"Sorry, I didn't expect your door here to be so flimsy." There was no apology on Lucius Malfoy's face, but more of undisguised pride.

He took out a long roll of parchment, "You should remember what we said before, if you can't stop the attack, you will leave.

So... this is a temporary suspension order, you will see that all twelve directors have signed it. We feel that you have not used your talents. Poor Weasley probably always thought that you would protect him..."

"You said this, of course I haven't forgotten it."

Dumbledore smiled calmly, "But strangely, I just received letters from eleven other directors. After they heard that the person attacked was Arthur Weasley's son, they all changed their minds and wanted to cancel their signatures on the suspension order."

Eleven letters were placed on the table, and Lucius Malfoy's face was paler than usual, but he was still not ready to give up.

"But you promised that if you can't solve the attack, you will resign..." He said playfully, "Does the great Mr. Dumbledore intend to break his promise?

Of course, if you really think so, it's okay, but there may be some bad comments in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. I hope you don't mind."

Dumbledore's eyes were a little strange.

He didn't say a word at the board meeting, so how could he agree to resign?

But he didn't care.

"So, did you catch the murderer?" Lucius asked aggressively.

"You did." Dumbledore smiled.

"Oh? Who is it!"

"It's the same person as last time, Lucius." Dumbledore pointed to the diary on the table, "It's just that Voldemort has changed his activities in another way this time."

Lucius said nothing, his face was stiff as if covered by a mask.

"Luckily. Dumbledore stared into Malfoy's eyes and said in a calm tone, "Just ten minutes ago, Kyle... Oh, it's this kid, he solved this incident by himself, and I was just about to give him the special contribution award to the school."

"I have to say..." He patted Kyle on the shoulder, "Including this time, you already have three special contribution awards to the school, once a year... You are probably the best student in the history of Hogwarts."

"Thank you for your compliment, professor. "Kyle said modestly, "I am far worse than you,"

"I didn't win so many awards for contribution to the school when I was in school."

...

The two smiled at each other and started to brag about each other without paying attention to others. You praised me, I praised you, and the scene was so harmonious.

But there are always people who want to spoil the mood.

Malfoy's vicious eyes swept over.

Kyle was a little annoyed by his gaze, frowned and put his hands on the box, "What are you looking at."

"Huh!" Lucius Malfoy squeezed out a strange laugh from his throat, "I have seen many geniuses, but they all disappeared in the end, leaving nothing behind. I hope you won't be like them."

Kyle raised his eyebrows... This man has something to say.

In this case, don't blame him for being rude.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you know what this is?" Kyle picked up the diary and handed it over.

"It's just a low-quality Muggle notebook."

Malfoy didn't take it, "I won't touch such a dirty thing. "

Even though he said that, a flash of anger flashed across his face after he saw the damaged diary.

"I was negligent."

Kyle took a glove from the shelf next to him and put it on the outside of the diary, then stuffed it into Lucius without saying anything.

"I found this thing from Ginny's old book. If I'm not mistaken, it should have been stuffed in when you were in Flourish and Blotts."

Malfoy clenched his pale hands into fists, then loosened them.

"Is there any evidence?" He said hoarsely.

"No, but it doesn't matter." Kyle waved his hand, "The important thing is that for Tom Riddle, this diary is as important as his life, because it contains his soul.

Of course, that soul no longer exists now. It disappeared completely, leaving nothing behind. "

In an instant, the diary seemed to become a red-hot iron in Lucius Malfoy's eyes, and he threw it out subconsciously.

Fortunately, the house elf following him was quick-witted and quickly reached out to catch it.

"Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you know who Tom Riddle is."

Kyle smiled and said, "Anyway, we should thank the person who took out the diary. He helped us a lot."

"That's right." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "And he also revealed Voldemort's biggest secret. We really should thank him."

Lucius Malfoy's face was no longer bloody, and his right hand twitched, as if he wanted to take out his wand.

But he finally restrained himself, turned around, turned the door and walked out in a daze.

He didn't say a word during the whole process.

"It seems that someone will suffer from insomnia recently. "

Dumbledore stood up and asked, "But Kell... Can you tell me how you know about "Horcruxes"?

This ancient and evil black magic is something that even most professors have never heard of. "

His tone was very calm, as if he was asking what he had for lunch today.

"During the holidays, I saw it once in an article published by Mr. Nicolas Flamel." Kell said casually, "The content is that he denied the claim that Horcruxes belong to alchemy."

"The article in 1689?" Dumbledore asked after thinking for a while.

He remembered that Nicolas Flamel did write such an article.

"Yes, and there is a supplementary explanation in 1691." Kell said, "It is very coincidental that the diary perfectly meets all the characteristics of the Horcrux..."

"Is that so." Dumbledore smiled, "I thought the four founders told you when we were in the Chamber of Secrets before...Would you like some tea? Or lemonade?"

"Lemonade. "

Kyle turned his head to the window, and seemed to have a strong interest in the gloomy sky outside. At the same time, he muttered in his heart: "If you haven't seen that article... that's what they said."

Dumbledore did not continue this topic. He walked to Fawkes and gently stroked the feathers of the phoenix. "You were a little impulsive just now."

"Impulsive?" Kyle asked, "You mean, I shouldn't tell Lucius about the Horcrux?"

"No, it has nothing to do with this."

Dumbledore suddenly sighed, "It took me two days to knit that pair of gloves. I was going to give it away."

"Uh..." Kyle was speechless for a while, "How about I chase them now and get them back?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment and shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I'll knit another pair. I should have a lot of free time after today."