The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 309 Azus's Identity

"I want to bring him back."

Sirius left only these words, handed the locket to Dumbledore, and left with Kreacher.

Mo Bai and Dumbledore did not stop him.

No one could stop an elder brother from bringing back the body of his heroic brother.

Dumbledore looked at the locket in his hand. He could feel that it was covered with a lot of powerful magic, and ordinary magic could not hurt it at all.

But for him and Mo Bai, it was not difficult to destroy it.

"You want to destroy it?"

Mo Bai looked at Dumbledore who was in deep thought.

"No, house elves will not lie to their masters. There are at least five Horcruxes. Now that Voldemort has been resurrected, destroying the Horcruxes will easily alert the enemy."

"I'll correct you on that," Mo Bai said, with a half-smile, "There are at least six Horcruxes."

Dumbledore looked up suddenly.

Seeing his eyes, Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"It seems you already knew it..."

The wrinkles on Dumbledore's face seemed to deepen.

"This is not the place to talk."

The two returned to the third floor of the manor. Hermione was reading a book on the sofa. When she saw Mo Bai, she gave him a sidelong glance.

"I'm entertaining guests, where have you been?"

It's like a wife complaining about her husband who doesn't work.

After he finished speaking, he noticed Dumbledore behind him.

Hermione blushed a little but just closed the book.

"You guys want to talk about something? Then I'll go in."

"No need," Mo Bai sat next to her, shaking his fingers lightly, and the tea-making tools floated over.

"There's no need to hide it from you."

Dumbledore didn't say much, but just sat down with a serious expression.

Hermione nudged Mo Bai's waist with her elbow and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

"No big deal, just found a Horcrux of Voldemort in the Black mansion."

Hermione's eyes widened.

“It’s not a big deal.”

"Compared to what I'm going to talk about later, it's really not a big deal."

Mo Bai brewed three cups of tea and considerately added two more spoonfuls of sugar to Dumbledore's cup.

Dumbledore held the teacup in both hands. At this moment, he was no longer a powerful wizard, but looked like a pitiful old man.

Mo Bai took a sip and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"When did you discover that..."

"Is Harry Voldemort's Horcrux?"

puff.

Before the two of them could react, Hermione spat out a mouthful of tea.

Mo Bai took out a handkerchief to wipe Hermione's mouth, but Hermione slapped him away.

She screamed in shock, "Harry is a Horcrux?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Fortunately, the magic circle on the third floor was carefully arranged by Mo Bai. It not only has good protective functions but is also soundproof. Otherwise, this shout would have woken up everyone in the manor.

"I just found out about it not long ago."

"I only had a vague feeling about it before, until today when I found another Horcrux. After testing it, I discovered that Harry indeed had a similar resonance reaction to Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"Oh~" Hermione narrowed her eyes, "That's why Harry's scar suddenly hurt so much just now."

Hermione glared at him and suddenly changed the subject, "From what I heard, Professor Dumbledore, you already knew that Harry was a Horcrux?"

The old man didn't expect that the fire would burn him.

He exchanged a glance with Mo Bai and said, "I just discovered it not long ago as well."

At that time, Mo Bai's original soul was revived from Bai Long's body, and Mo Bai reminded him to focus on studying the soul division.

Although it seemed that he was asked to help solve Bai Long's problem, he knew that Mo Bai must have something else in mind.

And it's not aimless.

There are very few people that Mo Bai cares about, but there is only one person who is worthy of his attention and whom he does not want to care about.

Harry Potter.

Previous doubts about Harry's survival and the unexplained pain on the scar on his head have resurfaced.

Maybe I overlooked it.

Or maybe he made the same mistake as Fudge, knowing it but not daring to believe it.

On the night Voldemort murdered the Potters, he was overcome by Lily's "love" spell.

The existence of the Horcrux kept him alive, but by accident, he inadvertently created the Horcrux Harry.

Voldemort definitely didn't know about this, otherwise Harry would have become Voldemort's puppet long ago.

"Then you must have a solution."

Of course Hermione knew that to destroy Voldemort all Horcruxes had to be destroyed, but destroying Harry was impossible.

Since Bai spoke out about this matter frankly, there must be a solution.

Hermione believed that there was someone in the entire wizarding world who had the ability to solve this problem.

But she saw two faces with troubled expressions.

"This matter... still needs to be considered in the long run."

Dumbledore sighed. "The study of the soul has always been a difficult problem since ancient times. Perhaps the ancient wizards had the ability, but the inheritance has been cut off."

"Ancient wizard..."

Hermione looked at Mo Bai.

"The Azuth we met is just an ancient wizard."

Dumbledore looked up in astonishment, "Magic Lord Azuth?!"

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"This old Deng is quite famous?"

Hearing Mo Bai's address, Dumbledore blinked.

"For most wizards, this name is unfamiliar."

"I learned this name because I read a lot of fragments of ancient secrets when I was young."

"When you were young? You must be over a hundred years old, right? You have a good memory..."

"The name is okay, but his disciples are memorable."

Dumbledore picked up the teacup, "His apprentice is named Merlin."

Mo Bai rarely lost his composure, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He certainly didn't expect this.

"Isn't Merlin one of the founders of the wizarding world?"

"To be exact, it is the modern magical world."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "In fact, one of the reasons for the decline of the ancient wizards was Merlin."

"Ancient wizards were very self-satisfied and looked down upon Muggles, believing that they were unworthy of learning magic. But Merlin was different. He believed that as long as they had talent, anyone had the right to learn magic."

"So he came into conflict with the ancient wizard group represented by his teacher. No one knew what happened at the time, only that the ancient heritage was cut off. Merlin spread the improved magic so that more people could learn it, laying the foundation for the modern magic system."

Mo Bai thought of the ancient "basic" spells he had found in the ruins.

Without his protection, it would be very dangerous for even a wizard as talented as Hermione to learn.

As for him, he is not bragging, but there are very few people in the entire magical world who can compare with his talent.

Thinking about it this way, there was actually nothing wrong with what Merlin did.

"Did you really meet Azus? If it was him in person, he might have knowledge of soul magic."

Mo Bai spread his hands, "That's probably bad enough."

"What we encountered was just an illusion. Even if Lao Deng's real body is still there, it is probably lingering somewhere."

"Because I burned the phantom."

Dumbledore looked at him blankly.

Why wasn't he surprised at all?

Looking at Hermione, who was beside him, with her head down and fiddling with the hem of her clothes with her fingers, he sighed.

He was not worried about Mo Bai's talent. It was probably because Hermione was offended by the ancient people who had too high vision.

She is Mo Bai's weak spot, and he is willing to go against the world for Hermione.

"It seems that we have to find another way, but the treasure of the ancient wizard is indeed a rare treasure. What a pity."

"maybe."

Mo Bai whispered softly, and neither Hermione nor Dumbledore noticed that his eyes hidden under his hair had turned completely black.

At this moment, on the unknown sea surface, a ball of black fog was drifting rapidly, and everything was silent wherever it passed.

Soon the black fog gathered and Mo's figure emerged.

He frowned and looked at the sea.

During this period of time, he always had the same dream. In the dream, a majestic blue phantom wanted to teach him the ancient magic that he had lost, but the dream was interrupted when he wanted to go deeper.

He vaguely felt that this was his chance.

His chances of beating that "brother".

Following the remaining feelings in his heart, he traced it here.

At this moment, a golden light broke through the sea and hovered in front of him.

It was a golden ring that had lost its rust.