Dumbledore temporarily shifted his focus from the Horcrux to the locket itself. He looked at the exquisite and shining locket without saying a word, while Amosta did not interrupt, and was also thinking about it. .
The phantom of Godric Gryffindor once appeared on the Isle of Avalon, and the last sentence of the phantom - Salazar's secret chamber contains the answers to all doubts. This made Amosta understand that the four founding giants of Hogwarts knew something about what would happen a thousand years later.
So, do they know anything about Voldemort and the fact that Voldemort made their respective families' important legendary magic items into evil Horcruxes?
"Follow me, Amosta--"
Dumbledore spoke without warning and said seriously.
"Did you find anything, Principal?"
Amosta stood up and asked casually, but Dumbledore did not give any reply. He hurriedly led Amosta through several corridors, and then took him to the principal's office where he was alone. low tower.
In the corridor in front of the principal's office, a row of torches on both sides dispelled the darkness and cold, but could not drive away the primitive and mysterious atmosphere that filled the air.
The stone monster guarding the door jumped away when he saw Dumbledore, without even waiting for him to say the password.
"Wait for me here, Amosta—"
After saying this hastily, Dumbledore went upstairs along a row of stairs beside the wall. The upstairs was his bedroom, where he was going to get something.
"Tsk, am I being a little too harsh on myself?"
Amosta walked around the huge principal's office with his hands behind his back, sometimes teasing Fawkes on the golden branch, and sometimes turning to the book wall to browse Dumbledore's collection of books.
"Hey, little guy!"
Suddenly, voices appeared in the quiet principal's office, with suppressed excitement in their voices.
Amosta turned back to follow the sound, his eyes wandered around for several times, and finally landed on a row of magic portraits on the wall.
"Any advice, Principal Black?"
When Amosta saw the name engraved under the frame, Amosta smiled and nodded slightly.
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Next to the picture frame of Sirius's great-great-grandfather, a stern-looking old wizard said sternly,
"Didn't you hear Dumbledore's previous order? Don't discuss your idiot grandson's affairs for the time being until his reputation is restored!"
Armando Dippet, Dumbledore's predecessor.
Amosta raised his eyebrows. He didn't know much about this historical figure. Of course, he knew that the famous female reporter of the Daily Prophet had a book called "Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?" ”, the content of the book depicts the true appearance of Armando Dippet.
During those years in school, in order to improve his strength, he wished he could have forty-eight hours a day. He didn't have time to read such 'miscellaneous books'.
"You're totally jealous——"
According to the past style, a 'war' had already started when Principal Dippet said those words, but today Phineas was in a particularly good mood, and he didn't pay much attention to Dippet, who always disliked him. Special principal.
"Don't be shy, little one, come here and let's talk!"
Phineas smiled and waved to Amosta.
"What are your orders, Principal Black?"
Amosta put his hands behind his back, raised his head and smiled.
"Oh, what a humble and polite little guy, he is worthy of being a wizard graduated from the great Slytherin House!"
Phineas's eyes narrowed as he smiled;
"I have to say thank you, little guy. For many years, I have been trying to tell some idiots around me that a fine descendant of the noble Black family cannot be a shameless traitor, but some people are terrible because of Prejudice has always chosen to ignore the truth, but now, they have nothing to say!”
Phineas tugged at his goatee with a proud look on his face.
"We all know about my upright great-great-grandson. It's all your fault. Amosta, I have decided that in order to express my gratitude, I will recommend you to become a Hogwart before Dumbledore goes to the wall with us. This is the next principal!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Principal Black--"
Amosta laughed cheerfully,
"Sirius has already paid me, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Oh, have you been paid?"
Phineas was stunned for a moment, then showed an interested expression.
"What did my useless great-great-grandson promise to you?"
"Well, that's right. He mortgaged the Black family's old house to me."
"What!" Phineas immediately became furious, "How dare that useless prodigal son do this, but he didn't get my consent!"
"He doesn't need to be like a framed picture hanging on the wall asking if he can sell the house, idiot!"
Seeing that Phineas was anxious, the sullen Dippet immediately became happy.
Dumbledore had already appeared at the corner of the stairs, Amosta turned and walked towards the thin-legged desk, and Phineas patted the picture frame anxiously.
"Wait, little one, we need to talk about the house!"
"What are you talking about?"
Dumbledore asked in a brisk tone as he walked down the last step holding a box.
"Ah, Principal Black is helping me plan how to become the next principal of Hogwarts!" Amosta said with a smile, "It has given some very constructive suggestions."
"It's too early to discuss that, Phineas--"
Dumbledore looked at Blake's picture frame, raised his voice and said with a smile,
"I haven't had the idea of hanging myself on the wall for at least the past two years."
After a little banter, the two of them returned to the topic.
Dumbledore handed the box he took to Amosta and motioned for him to open it. The moment he saw the contents of the box, Amosta's eyes narrowed slightly and he could not hide his surprise.
"You fixed it?"
What is contained in the box is the Crown of Wisdom that originally belonged to Ravenclaw and was destroyed at the hands of Amosta.
However, now the crown is no longer broken in two, with dark burn marks on the surface, but has restored its smoothness. Under the illumination of candlelight, the crown with luxurious sky blue gems inlaid in the center is shining. With bright light.
It's not that Amosta himself didn't try to repair the crown, but Ravenclaw's crown is not a simple ornament, but a legendary magic item with magical effects. It cannot be simply "restored as before" to repair the broken crown. The crown is restored.
"Yes, we have to do this, don't we? After all, the crown is a precious cultural relic that carries the history of Hogwarts. As the principal of Hogwarts, I have the obligation to leave it for this school."
Dumbledore said calmly.
Amosta shook his head slightly, not caring about Dumbledore pretending to be confused. He turned the crown over and stared at the mysterious runes engraved on the back of the raven.
After a while, Amosta suddenly spoke,
"This crown is really as rumored, capable of giving the bearer incredible wisdom? Have you tried it, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"certainly--"
Dumbledore smiled childishly,
"But maybe it's because I'm so stubbornly stupid that not even Ravenclaw's diadem can bring me any significant improvement. You can give it a try, Amosta, maybe it can give you something. Where’s the inspiration?”
Dumbledore's teasing just made Amosta roll his eyes, and he asked calmly,
"Then why did you take out the crown?"
"Just now, when you were asking me about the runes on the Slytherin Locket, I suddenly realized something - how did Ravenclaw's diadem survive from your hands?"
Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the Crown of Wisdom in Amosta's hand, and said in a light voice,
"You understand what I mean, Amosta, after Tom's soul disappears, what kind of metal can be burned in a fierce fire and just break into two pieces without melting?
I can't think of any kind of metal that can do this, unless there is magic on it that we can't see to protect it in secret. "
(End of chapter)
