"Ever since I turned down Voldemort, there's not a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who can teach for more than a year."

Back in his office, Dumbledore sat down in his chair and whispered.

"We lose a good professor almost every year, and it took me a few years before I realized it.

Voldemort cast a curse on the position, a powerful curse. Even I can't crack it.

You can only wait until Voldemort dies and it will be automatically lifted. Dumbledore said.

"So, I had to take steps to deal with the situation."

Dumbledore's so-called measures are also obvious, specifically picking out some problematic dark wizards to serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship.

The Dark Lord dealt with the Dark Wizard, just right.

He even invited Abraxas Malfoy to take on the position.

Abraxas Malfoy is Lucius's father, and he is also well-informed and experienced.

He saw Dumbledore's sinister intentions at a glance, so he wrote to the Headmaster, greeting Dumbledore's relatives in the most vicious words.

also proudly humiliated him in the "Daily Prophet".

And then...... Malfoy Sr. had dragon pox the following year...... Dead.

On the day of the funeral, Dumbledore also sent a bouquet of flowers to express his grief.

It's a sad story.

In those years, rumors of death invitations were once circulating.

Everyone cursed people, and the most vicious words were: "Your mother will receive Dumbledore's owl tonight." ”

There is no insurance in the wizarding world, otherwise there must be a bunch of wizards who cheat on insurance.

If you are more ruthless, the relatives of the dead professor will find the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt, pull the banner, put the coffin, play the music, and lie down at the school gate.

No matter how much gold Dumbledore has in his vault, it's not enough to pay for it!

The wizarding world is still simple, and it's almost catching up with Gotham.

"William, I'm curious how you managed to destroy that piece of soul, and you haven't destroyed this crown yet."

Dumbledore's slender fingers ran across the rusty crown.

"Dementors, I found a dying Dementor in France, and when I saw that it was helpless, I kept it." William said.

It was as if he had inadvertently picked up a wild Dementor.

Dumbledore smiled and glanced at William, not paying attention to his vague words.

Everyone has secrets.

Dumbledore himself had many.

In the words of his brother Aberforth, "That bastard learned to keep it a secret on my mother's lap." Secrets and lies, Albus...... No one knows better than him. ”

"Professor, I have one more thing to tell you." William gradually retracted his smile.

"The Dementors saw a small amount of Voldemort's memories as they devoured that soul."

"What did it see?" Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

"I asked him about the Horcrux, and it said diary...... Slytherin's Ring, Gaunt's Old House! ”

"Slytherin's Ring...... Gaunt old house? Dumbledore's brow furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Did the Dementors see anything else besides the journal and the Slytherin ring?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

William shook his head.

"That piece of Voldemort's soul, the memory is completely confused, most of it is vague, otherwise it is murder.

All it saw was the journal and the Slytherin ring. ”

"Probably because Voldemort had cut his soul too many times." Dumbledore sighed, "But it's already good, William, you've done a great job with Hermione.

At the very least, we know the whereabouts of another Horcrux. ”

Dumbledore stood up and paced slowly around the office.

"Are you free this weekend? William, I think we're going to take a trip to Gaunt's old house. ”

William thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's not going to work on Saturday morning, there's a Quidditch match, against Slytherin." ”

"Oh, of course! We can go after lunch and the game is important. Dumbledore said gently.

"I usually don't want to miss any 'Community Cup' ten-pillar rolling wooden ball game."

"Community Cup?"

"Sunset Red Elderly Apartment, there is a group of old wizards there." Dumbledore said.

"Saturday's game, are you confident?"

You should ask Professor Snape about that.

Since I joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, I've always been ...... to them All Victories!

I guess it's going to be a terrific record. ”

"I'll relay your words to Professor Snape." Dumbledore chuckled.

"Professor, you're not kind like this, Gryffindor's house score is at the bottom, there's no need to drag us into the water, right?" William said helplessly.

"What, is Gryffindor already at the bottom?" Dumbledore feigned surprise.

"It was unimaginable in my time."

Before the two could finish their sentences, there was a knock at the door.

William hurriedly put the crown into the safety table.

"Please come in." Dumbledore said.

Professor Snape pushed the door open and walked in with a gloomy face.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of William and frowned in surprise. Why is Stark here every time he comes!

Deliberately, right?

Professor Snape glanced at William and said sourly:

"Oh, I'm here by accident! If I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come. ”

"...... Severus Daiyu Snape is that you?"

"Why don't I go first? Mr. Big and Miss Jack-of-all-trades weren't there last night, so they were probably busy saving the world, right? "Professor Snape is a yin and yang strange airway.

"Do you want to report now?"

"You found out all this?" William laughed, "This is a secret of the Ministry of Magic, and it can't be passed on, Minister Fudge just instructed it." ”

Snape snorted coldly and didn't continue to bicker.

William felt that if Snape became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, his death would be simple:

Yin and Yang strange qi lead to bronchitis, causing poor breathing, and eventually suffocation.

"Severus, what's wrong?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"My office has been burglarized, and someone has sneaked in!"

"Lost something?"

The veins beat terribly on Snape's shiny temples, and he said angrily:

"The potion ingredients in my private pantry are missing...... There is no doubt that someone wants to make a forbidden potion ......"

William could not but admire the audacity of the thief.

The timing is also very good. Professor Snape had been out patrolling outside from last night until now, and he had no time to estimate his office.

It's really a good opportunity to get started.

"Is it Peeves?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not him!" Snape squinted, "I sealed my office with a spell so that only wizards can break in!" ”

Snape glanced at William.

"You don't doubt me, do you? I wasn't in the auditorium last night though. William was speechless.

"Maybe."

Snape said this, but he immediately excluded William.

He had his back to the Forbidden Forest, with the help of the centaurs, the eight-eyed spider, and Hagrid.

Now it is a raw material supplier, and there is no shortage of all kinds of magic materials.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Stark and Miss Know-It-All may seek thrills.

"Probably Weasley did it." Snape gritted his teeth.

"He was in my office at dinner yesterday and was writing reviews! There is a complete opportunity for this. ”

William and Dumbledore looked at each other.

"Of course, it could be Blake! Or some professor who is so poor that he can't eat can steal it for him! ”

'Too poor to eat'...... Such a qualifier undoubtedly refers to Professor Lupin.

Professor Trelawney was also quite poor, but she was too poor to drink sherry.

"You remember our conversation, Headmaster, right at the beginning of the office stairs—oh—semester?" Snape said.

"Remember, Severus." Dumbledore said, his voice with something like a warning.

"It's like—almost impossible—that Blake couldn't have gotten into this school without his internal help, and my potions ingredients...... These are all signs of danger......"

"I don't believe there's anyone in this castle who will help Blake in. I don't think anyone is going to steal from you. Dumbledore said.

The tone of his voice made it clear that this was the end of the matter.

Snape's gray face turned an unsightly brick red, and the veins on his temples danced more cheerfully.

William moved back slightly, afraid that his veins would burst and splash him with bat blood.

Snape glared at Dumbledore in hatred, turned away, and slammed the door down.

This time, he learned his lesson, and instead of being caught in his hand, he directly shattered the carved glass on the door.

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