By the way, it's a basilisk. I was thinking of giving the students a surprise, so why did I forget it?
Thinking of this, Weston couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face.
"What's wrong with you, Weston?" Dumbledore asked strangely, "You always feel like you are thinking about something bad?"
"Nothing, Professor." Weston denied it, and then asked a question, "Do you have any books on learning snake language?"
"Snake language?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Not really. If you want to learn it, I can teach you. The premise is that you tell me what you want to do!"
I almost forgot that Dumbledore was a master of "foreign languages", but he couldn't express his purpose. Thinking like this, Weston said casually: "I just thought about Voldemort's Horcrux.
That’s all I thought of.”
"Horcruxes?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, silent for a while, and then said softly: "Speaking of which, it seems that we have not found all the Horcruxes."
"Really?" Weston was stunned, "You haven't found the last Horcrux yet?"
"The last one?" Dumbledore frowned, "It's obviously two!"
"Oh, come on, professor, don't tell me you didn't expect that Harry was the last Horcrux!" Weston sneered, "In other words, we have actually found six Horcruxes, and now we only have
There’s only one left!”
"Okay, I know I can't hide it from you!" Dumbledore smiled, "So, do you have any guesses about the last Horcrux?"
"There are quite a few." Weston nodded, "But the snake language..."
"This is quite simple!" Dumbledore picked up the Elder Wand and tapped his temple gently. Then he pulled out a few silver wires and placed them in a crystal bottle. "I think you should know this.
What is it?"
"About the memory of the snake language, right?" Weston asked back, took it unceremoniously, put it in his traceless stretch bag, and nodded with satisfaction, "The last Horcrux should be in
Blake's House."
"Black House?" Dumbledore looked at Weston in surprise, "Sirius's house?"
"Yes, that's right there!" Weston nodded, "Regulus Black, you should know this name, right?"
Dumbledore nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"Then you should know that he opposed Voldemort in the later period." Weston said, "Voldemort placed the Horcruxes he made in the cave where he was a child, and set many traps, but the result was that
It was stolen by him. Of course, he also lost his life because of it."
"Wait, Weston." Flitwick frowned, "Are you sure? Can Regulus break Voldemort's magic?"
"I didn't say it was Regulus who broke it." Weston smiled, "Voldemort's magic is indeed very powerful. It can be said that even the headmaster did not dare to say that it could be broken without any damage."
Dumbledore nodded, indicating that Weston was right.
Weston continued: "But what if it's not a human being? After all, Voldemort's magic mainly targets human wizards!"
Not a human? Flitwick was stunned and looked at Weston with a blank look in his eyes. It seemed that he didn't understand what Weston meant.
Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something. He hesitated and asked, "You mean, house elf?"
"That's right!" Weston snapped his fingers, "After all, the Black family is an old pure-blood family, and there should be house elves in the family. Voldemort's magic can defend against wizards, but the same cannot be said for house elves.
?”
"You are right, I have overlooked this point." Dumbledore suddenly stood up, "Filius, Hogwarts is temporarily handed over to you and Weston. I will go to the Black Mansion now.
.”
"Professor, I can understand your impatience, but I don't think you need to do this." Weston said with a smile, "Just call Sirius over. I think, as the sole heir of the Black family, he should be able to
Ordering all the house elves in their family, right?"
"It's true that I'm impatient." Dumbledore laughed at himself, then looked at Weston and said with a smile, "It seems that I should be grateful to you, Weston. Should I give you some rewards?"
"So, how about giving Slytherin a hundred points?"
What? Weston looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes, are you rewarding me? Do you want me to die?
"Weston...oh, no, he should be Mr. Acting Headmaster of Slytherin." Flitwick looked at Weston faintly and said, "I should congratulate you."
!”
"Professor, don't say that, it's..." Weston looked at Flitwick with a smile, wanting to explain.
"It doesn't matter, I know Ravenclaw can't keep you, I should have expected this earlier." Flitwick's face was full of disappointment.
It's all your fault! Weston stared at Dumbledore and felt his teeth itching.
"Ah, what did you just say?" Dumbledore seemed to have just seen Weston's appearance. He pretended to rub the corners of his eyes with an apology on his face. "As I get older, I can't help but fall asleep. I think
, you shouldn’t argue with an old man, right?”
Before Weston could speak, a disdainful word came from the cage on the windowsill: "Dumbledore, you are still so shameless!"
You're so right! Weston almost wanted to slap his thigh. He walked to the window with a smile, looked at the Voldemort rabbit in the cage, and said hello: "Hey, Mr. Voldemort, long time no see, how have you been lately?"
?”
"Crack, not bad!" Voldemort took a bite of the carrot in his hand, crossed his legs and said vaguely.
"It seems that your life is not bad?" Weston was surprised to find that the rabbit seemed to be fatter than the last time he saw it! It seems that the water and soil of Hogwarts not only support people, but also rabbits!
"It's okay, I can't escape anyway, just live like this!" Voldemort said calmly, taking a bite of the carrot from time to time, with a look of enjoyment on his snake face.
"This puts us at ease. I hope you have a good time!" Weston touched his chin, "Speaking of which, should I find a female rabbit to accompany you? In this way, maybe you can also take care of your physical needs.
!”
"Is my proposal a good one?" Weston looked at Voldemort with a smile.
Voldemort was stunned and stopped chewing the carrot in his mouth. He glanced at Weston coldly: "Are you planning to humiliate me?"
"How could it be?! I really think about you!" Weston continued, "Are you worried that the female rabbit doesn't like you? It doesn't matter, I will find a way!"
"I remember, it seems that the love potion is also effective on rabbits, right?" Weston muttered to himself with some uncertainty. At some point, there was a bottle of pink potion in his hand, which reflected a charming brilliance in the sunlight.
"Mr. Weston, I have to remind you that although your idea is good, this rabbit is female!" Dumbledore said with a smile.
Female? Weston was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, let's find a male rabbit! Find a few more, and you must take good care of Lord Voldemort!"