In the quiet midnight, a figure appeared out of thin air at the corner of the street. It was an elderly man, wearing a robe that was out of tune with the surroundings. The old man took out a silver lighter from the pocket of his robe, flicked it open, and held it high. The nearest street light went out with a "pop", and after a while, the whole street fell back into silent darkness.

The old man looked around and made sure that there was no one around, and then lifted his feet to a dirty alley nearby. The oncoming stench made him frown slightly. He walked into the alley with his feet up, and soon stopped in front of an old house, reaching out and knocking on the door lightly.

A few seconds later, there was a sound from behind the door, and then the door was opened a crack.

"Oh, my God, I was almost scared by your letter and ran away. What's the matter? You have to come to me in person." Mundungus opened the door and asked The old man outside complained.

"We'd better not say it here," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Yes, come in first."

Mundungus hurriedly took a step back, made way for the door, and invited Dumbledore into the room.

After Dumbledore entered the room, he also put his head out of the door and looked around vigilantly, and closed the door again after confirming that no one was there.

Although Mundungus knew the chances of a tail being followed were low, he couldn't risk letting others know that he had a connection with Dumbledore, or the Death Eaters would come to him one day.

"If it's something dangerous, don't come to me." Mundungus looked at Dumbledore uneasily and asked the other party's purpose.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to confirm one thing with you, and ask for some news by the way." Dumbledore motioned Mundungus to sit down and said slowly.

"Confirm what?" Mundungus asked warily.

"You took something from 12 Grimmauld Place, didn't you."

"Oh, you mean that rubbish?" Mundungus bulged in his heart, and quickly quibble: "I asked Sirius, and he said that the **** is no longer needed, so I..."

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know if there is a locket in the thing you took away." Dumbledore stared into Mundungus' eyes and asked, "Is that thing still with you!"

"Is it worth the money?"

Mundungus' eyes dodged a little, not daring to look directly at Dumbledore.

"Very valuable in a way," said Dumbledore with a smile, "but that locket is equally dangerous."

"Dangerous, dark magic items?" Mundungus muttered, fetching a suitcase from the corner of the room, from which he took a golden locket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"It shouldn't be. I took it with my own hands. There is no problem. It just can't be opened, but... Honestly, I think it should be very valuable."

"Fortunately you didn't open it."

Dumbledore didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked up and down the locket in front of him. Sure enough, it was the same as the Slytherin's locket he had seen in his memory. The gold cover of the locket also had Slytherin's snake-shaped mark on it. .

"How about opening it?" Mundungus asked curiously.

"I don't know, very terrible things are likely to happen." Dumbledore couldn't see what black magic was applied by Voldemort on the locket, but he was sure that the black magic on the Horcrux was very dangerous.

"A very scary thing?"

Mundungus was so frightened that his hands shook, and the locket fell directly on the table. He hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the locket on the table.

Dumbledore looked at the terrified Mundungus, and felt a little funny, but he seemed to remember something, and took out a bag of Galleons from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is?"

When Dumbledore took out the purse, Mundungus almost jumped up, clutching the purse tightly in his hand.

"Your reward."

"This is for me?"

Mundungus couldn't help staring at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Well, I need your help to find out some news."

"what news."

Mundungus hesitated, worried about the trouble.

"As far as I know, someone privately offered a reward to Albert with a large amount of Galleons." Dumbledore took out the dragonskin gloves and put them on his hands, picked up the locket and put it into the wooden box prepared in advance.

"Oh, I do know about this." Mundungus quickly counted the Galleons in the bag and said casually, "I heard that the Malfoys offered a reward of ten thousand Galleons for Anderson's life, the guy in the gray area. A lot of people are interested in this."

"But you should know..."

When Mundungus finished counting Galleons and raised his head, he met Dumbledore's wand, and then his eyes fell into a brief confusion.

Dumbledore erased Mundungus' memory of the pendant box. Although the possibility of the other party leaking this matter is not high, the less people know about the Horcrux, the better.

"I hope you can help figure out how many people are interested in Albert's Wanted." Dumbledore put his wand back in his pocket, and when Mundungus recovered, he continued: "I need Do you know if someone is planning to hack Albert to earn this huge bounty?"

"I know something about this..."

Mundungus shoved the purse into his own pocket. "Oh, no problem. But why are you paying attention to this?"

"In short, you help me investigate this matter first, and I will have other things for you to do in the future." Dumbledore reminded: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, that bag of Galleons is a deposit."

Mundungus clutched his pocket and mumbled, "You've never been in the habit of paying."

"You can think that the bag of Galleons was paid by Albert." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I see, no wonder it's so generous." Mundungus nodded in understanding, "But, it's not the two brats from the Weasleys who came to me?"

"By the way, what did you just ask me to do?" Mundungus looked a little confused, as if it was the after-effects of the Oblivion Curse.

"I need you to continue to pay attention to Albert's news, the more detailed the better." Dumbledore thought for a while and said, "You may need your help to pass some wrong news at that time to dispel whether other people are eyeing Albert."

"I'm afraid it's not easy, after all that Galleon is too tempting." Mundungus muttered, "Almost no one can refuse."

"Don't worry, there are many ways to get them to give up on this impractical approach," said Dumbledore calmly.

"You seem to care about that Albert?" Mundungus was very curious that Dumbledore actually made a special trip for this.

"Albert has provided a lot of help to the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said calmly. "If possible, we don't want him to be in an accident."

"A lot of help, how could I not know," Mundungus muttered.

"I don't expect you to know much," said Dumbledore, standing up. "This matter must be kept secret, and it is best to find out as soon as possible."

"Okay, if you have anything else you can come to me next," Mundungus assured, patting his chest.

With Galleons, who doesn't like it?

After leaving Mundungus, Dumbledore hurried back to Hogwarts with the Horcrux he had just acquired.

This time, he didn't rush to destroy the Horcrux, but brought himself a cup of milk tea first, and waited for his mood to stabilize before taking out Gryffindor's sword from the glass box next to him.

"I have to remind you that the last time you fiddled with this thing, you almost lost your life."

The silver-haired old witch in the wall portrait suddenly opened her eyes and reminded.

"Don't worry about Dalice, I've made all the preparations this time." Dumbledore came to the desk with the Gryffindor sword.

The portraits who were already asleep opened their eyes one after another and looked at Dumbledore who had picked up the Gryffindor sword. They were all curious about what he wanted to do this time?

"You were so confident last time, and you almost lost your life!" The old man with the goatee next to him said yin and yang, but he was quickly hit with a cane and grimaced in pain.

"I won't make the same mistake twice."

Dumbledore put on his gloves again, took out the pendant box and put it on the table, picked up the Gryffindor sword next to him, and prepared to split the pendant box in half.

However, the slashed sword went off the rails. The long sword cut off the silver chain of the pendant box and slashed it **** the table.

"Are you chopping the table?" Phineas asked with a smile, avoiding the waving wand.

"I see."

Dumbledore ignored the teasing of the portrait. He could clearly feel that the soul in the pendant box was very anxious, and Tom's remnant soul obviously felt that the Gryffindor sword would pose a threat to the pendant box.

"What the **** is this, I feel like the pendant box moved just now?"

Phineas squeezed into the nearest photo frame, looked curiously at the S serpent mark on the pendant box, and muttered in a low voice, "Is this thing a Slytherin relic?"

"This is indeed Slackling's pendant box."

"Then what did you destroy it for?"

"Dumbledore has his reasons for doing that." A shrewd witch waving a very thick wand made Phineas shut up.

"Someone cast a terrible black magic on the locket," Dumbledore explained vaguely.

"So, are you going to destroy it directly?"

"Unfortunately, this is the safest way."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved gently towards Slytherin's pendant box. A slot was slightly protruding on the desk, and the pendant box happened to be firmly stuck on the table to ensure that it could never escape again.

"It's too late, Tom."

Dumbledore raised his sword and slashed again.

Before the Gryffindor sword fell and completely destroyed the locket, its little golden lid actually popped open with a click.

The locket was filled with a thick darkness, and in the darkness were a pair of eerie eyes, blinking at Dumbledore.

"Albus Dumbledore, I see your desires, your fears, Voldemort already knows your plans, you..."

Immediately afterwards, two heads suddenly appeared in the locket. They were the heads of his sister Ariana and his best friend Grindelwald. They frantically wrapped around Dumbledore, trying to stop him from swinging his sword.

"Illusion?"

Dumbledore looked up and down these two soap-bubble grotesque things, and did not give them a chance to speak. The Gryffindor sword in his hand was changed into a thorn and stabbed directly into the pendant box. Suddenly, a long voice sounded in the office. scream.

Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed.

The phantoms of Ariana and Grindelwald completely disappeared.

"It's over!" Dumbledore took a deep breath and murmured, "It's over Tom, this time it's you who should be afraid."

After speaking, he lifted the small golden lid of the locket with the tip of his sword, looked at the silk lining with wisps of green smoke inside, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, in the case of the ring last time, Dumbledore did not rush to touch it, but carefully observed to ensure that there was no black magic left on the remains of the pendant box before picking it up and putting it in the drawer of his desk.

Inside was also a notebook with a hole pierced by the basilisk's fangs, a Ravenclaw crown stored in a glass case, and an ugly black gemstone ring, which was found after Dumbledore put the remains of the locket inside. The remains of the four Horcruxes were collected.

By the way, he also killed the poisonous snake named Nagini.

It is incredible to think that they have destroyed five Horcruxes now.

If Voldemort made six Horcruxes, the last would be Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

"It's really thanks to Albert?" Dumbledore sighed softly.

As long as all the Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort is just a normal mortal with a damaged soul who can be killed.

Although at that time, wanting to kill a wizard like Voldemort still required extraordinary abilities and skills, but Dumbledore was not worried... What worried him If he wanted to kill Voldemort completely, he had to destroy the small patch on Harry's forehead. Fragments of souls that Voldemort didn't even realize.

That meant Harry had to die.

This is undoubtedly a cruel fact that is hard to accept, but if you want to completely destroy Voldemort, this event cannot be avoided.

"How am I supposed to tell him about this?" Dumbledore murmured. He needed to tell Harry the truth at the right moment.

However, it is undoubtedly very difficult to make a person die heroically. This requires not only extraordinary courage and courage, but also the courage of the other party to face death.

Dumbledore had seen too many brave people, cowering in the face of death, and he had to give Harry the courage to face death at the most critical moment.

"what can we do about it?"

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the resurrection stone in the drawer, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com muttered: "Maybe, I should write a will."

"The will, I thought you had already written it?" Phineas said in surprise when Dumbledore put the sword back in the glass case.

"Yes, the will has indeed been written, but some parts need to be revised."

After Dumbledore returned to his desk, he took a piece of parchment from the side, wrote something on it, folded the note, and handed it to Phoenix Fox.

"Give this to him."

Fox uttered a small tweet and disappeared with a note.

After Fox left, Dumbledore took up the quill and revised his will. He planned to leave the Resurrection Stone to Harry through his will.

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