In the quiet midnight, a figure appeared at the corner of the street out of thin air. It was an old man, wearing a robe that was out of place with the surroundings. The old man took out a silver lighter from the pocket of his robe, flipped it lightly, and held it up high. The nearest street lamp went out with a "poof", and after a while, the whole street fell into quiet darkness again.

The old man looked around and made sure that there was no one around before walking towards a nearby dirty alley. The oncoming stench made him frown slightly, he walked into the alley, and soon stopped in front of an old house, and gently knocked on the door with his hand.

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

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

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

"Yes, come in first."

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

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

Although Mundungus knew the odds 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 might come after him one day.

"If it's something dangerous, don't come to me." Mundungus looked at Dumbledore anxiously and asked him why he came.

"Don't be nervous, I just came to you to confirm something, and to inquire about some news along 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 the rubbish?" Mundungus's heart bulged, and he quickly argued: "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 inside the thing you took away." Dumbledore stared into Mundungus' eyes and asked, "That thing is still with you!"

"Is it worth much?"

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

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

"Very dangerous, dark magic item?" Mundungus muttered and fetched a suitcase from the corner of the room, and took out a golden locket from the box and handed it to Dumbledore.

"It shouldn't be. I took it with my own hands. There's nothing wrong with it, but I can't open it. But... To be honest, I think it should be very valuable."

"It's a good thing 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. It was indeed the same as the Slytherin locket he saw in his memory, and there was a snake-shaped mark of Slytherin on the gold cover of the locket .

"What happens when you open it?" Mundungus asked curiously.

"I don't know, something terrible is likely to happen." Dumbledore also couldn't see what kind of black magic was cast on the locket by Voldemort, but he was sure that the black magic on the Horcrux was very dangerous.

"A very terrible thing?"

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

Dumbledore looked at the terrified Mundungus, inexplicably feeling a little funny, but 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 money bag, Mundungus almost jumped up, holding the bag of money tightly in his hand.

"Your reward."

"Is this for me?"

Mundungus couldn't help but stare at Dumbledore in disbelief.

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

"what news."

Mundungus hesitated, worried that something might be wrong.

"As far as I know, someone secretly rewarded Albert with a lot of Galleons." Dumbledore took out the dragon leather gloves and put them on his hands, picked up the locket and put it in the wooden box prepared in advance.

"Oh, I know about this." Mundungus quickly counted the Galleons in the bag, and said casually, "I heard that the Malfoy family offered a reward of 10,000 Galleons for Anderson's life, the guy who wanders in the gray area A lot of people are interested in it."

"But you should know..."

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

Dumbledore erased Mundungus' memory about the locket. Although it is unlikely that the other party will leak this matter, the less people know about the Horcrux, the better.

"I hope you can help find out how many people are interested in Albert's arrest." Dumbledore stuffed his wand back into his pocket, and when Mundungus recovered, he continued: "I need Do you find out if someone is going to lay a black hand on Albert to earn this huge reward?"

"I know a little bit about this..."

Mundungus stuffed the money bag into his own pocket: "Oh, no problem. But why do you care about this?"

"In short, help me investigate this matter first, and I will ask you to do other things later." Dumbledore reminded: "Don't rush to refuse, the bag of Galleons is a deposit."

Mundungus clutched his pocket and muttered, "You're not in the habit of paying."

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

"I see, no wonder you're so generous." Mundungus nodded in understanding, "However, it wasn't those two Weasleys who came to look for me?"

"By the way, what did you ask me to do just now?" Mundungus looked a little confused, as if it was the aftereffect of the Forgetting 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, "At that time, you may need to help deliver some wrong news to dispel whether anyone else is following Albert."

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

"Don't worry, there are many ways to make them give up this impractical way." Dumbledore said 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 have an accident."

"A lot of help, I don't 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," Mundungus assured, patting his chest.

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After leaving from Mundungus, Dumbledore hurried back to Hogwarts with the newly acquired Horcrux.

This time, he was not in a hurry to destroy the Horcrux, but first made himself a cup of milk tea, waited for his emotions to calm down, and then took out the Gryffindor sword from the glass case next to him.

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

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

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

The portraits that had already fallen asleep opened their eyes one after another, looking at Dumbledore who was holding the Gryffindor sword, curious what he wanted to do this time?

"You were so confident last time, and you almost lost your life!" The old man with a goatee next to him said eccentrically, but he was soon hit by a cane, grinning his teeth in pain.

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

Dumbledore put on his gloves again, took out the pendant box and placed it on the table, then picked up the Gryffindor sword that was lying beside him, and prepared to split the pendant box in half.

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

"Are you splitting the table?" Phineas asked with a smile, dodging the swiping wand.

"I see."

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

"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 snake-shaped mark on the locket, and muttered in a low voice, "Couldn't this thing be a Slytherin relic?"

"It is indeed Slyklin's locket."

"Then what did you destroy it for?"

"Dumbledore has his reasons for doing that." A shrewd witch waved a very thick wand to silence Phineas.

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

"So, you plan to destroy it directly?"

"Unfortunately, this is the safest way."

Dumbledore drew out his wand and waved it lightly at Slytherin's locket. The slightly protruding card slot on the desk happened to securely lock the locket on the desk to ensure that it could never escape.

"It's too late, Tom."

Dumbledore raised his sword and slashed down hard again.

Before the sword of Gryffindor fell and completely destroyed the locket, its small gold cover actually popped open with a "click".

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

"Albus Dumbledore, I see your desire, your fear, Voldemort already knows your plan, you..."

Immediately afterwards, two heads popped out of the locket. They were the heads of his sister Ariana and her close friend Grindelwald. They tangled around Dumbledore frantically, trying to stop him from swinging his sword.

"Phantom?"

Dumbledore looked up and down at these two soap-bubble-like grotesque things, and before giving them a chance to speak, the Gryffindor sword in his hand was split into a stab, and directly pierced into the locket. 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, you should be the one who should be afraid this time."

After finishing speaking, he used the tip of his sword to open the small gold cover of the locket, looked at the silk lining that was emitting wisps of green smoke, and nodded in satisfaction.

However, in the case of the ring last time, Dumbledore did not reach out to touch it in a hurry, but carefully observed 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 the desk.

Also inside were notebooks with a hole pierced by basilisk fangs, a Ravenclaw diadem in a glass case, and an ugly black gemstone ring that, after Dumbledore put the remains of the locket inside, The wreckage of the four Horcruxes has been collected.

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

They actually destroyed five Horcruxes now, it's unbelievable to think about it.

If Voldemort created six Horcruxes, the last one should be Hufflepuff's golden cup.

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

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

Although at that time killing a wizard like Voldemort still required extraordinary abilities and skills, Dumbledore was not worried... What worried him was that if he wanted to kill Voldemort completely, he had to destroy the small patch on Harry's forehead. Fragments of the soul that Voldemort was unaware of.

That meant Harry had to die.

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable and cruel fact, but it cannot be avoided if one wants to completely eliminate Voldemort.

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

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

Dumbledore had seen too many brave people who flinched in the face of death. 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~lightnovelpub.net~ and muttered: "Perhaps, it's time for me to write a will."

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

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

After Dumbledore sat back at the 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 chirp and disappeared with the note.

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

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