Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 367 Everyone is Mortal
"I'm glad to tell you something, Kreacher, I do have a way to destroy the locket." Dumbledore stood up and walked to his black cabinet. There was a flash of light, and there was a sword inlaid with a huge ruby ​​in his hand. Hera knew that it was Gryffindor's sword. The name of Godric Gryffindor engraved on the sword was still shining.

"Trust him, he can do it." Hera comforted softly.

"I believe, I believe this." Kreacher broke down in tears, fell to the ground and cried, Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, returned to the desk, raised the Gryffindor sword with both hands, and pointed it at the locket on the table.
"Wait." Hera yelled quickly, and Dumbledore stopped his hands and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I was wondering," Hera paused, pondering for a moment, "should we let the Dark Lord know that we have begun to find his Horcruxes and begin to destroy them, so that our greatest advantage may be lost."

"It's too late, I've already destroyed the Resurrection Stone Ring, Voldemort should know when he's gone." Dumbledore said quickly, and then waved his great sword towards the locket.

boom!
After a loud noise, the locket fell to pieces on the table, and a huge crack opened on the table.

A black mist flew out from the locket, let out a scream, and quickly disappeared into the air in the principal's office.

"I'm afraid I should pay attention to putting it on the ground." Dumbledore said embarrassedly as he touched the tip of his nose with one free hand.

Hera shrugged indifferently, "I don't believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts would care about a table of money."

This obviously cannot be restored with a spell, the Gryffindor sword has powerful magic, which prevents the effect of the spell, Dumbledore can only get a new desk, otherwise he will have to work on a cracked desk - which is extremely ridiculous.

"Okay, Kreacher, look up." Hera said softly, and Kreacher kept his head down.

Kreacher nodded, got up, and said hoarsely, "Master Regulus will be very happy to know this scene."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded. "I also want to tell everyone that Regulus is a hero, not some Death Eater. He has always possessed fearless courage. Even in the darkest era of Voldemort's rule, he still stood by his position and did the right thing."

"Thank you, the great Dumbledore and the great Master Lestrange." Kreacher bowed his body very low, his whole body almost fell to the ground.

"Kreacher, I, uh, hope you'll take this." Hera lifted the locket from the table, and although it was cracked, the chain was still hanging on it, and he stuffed it into Kreacher's hand, "This is Regulus's, and I'm sure he'd be willing to give it to you as a thank you—"

"Oh!" Kreacher let out a cry of surprise and pain when he saw the locket, and collapsed on the ground again.

It took Hera a lot of time to calm down Kreacher, while Dumbledore kept pacing behind the desk—sorry there is no desk anymore, and with a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the cracked desk disappeared.

The elf's knees went weak with excitement, because he couldn't believe that he could get a relic of the Black family, which made him unable to stand.When it was finally able to stagger a few steps, Hera watched as it hung the locket carefully around its neck and hid it in its tea towel, and assured her that it would serve her to the death.

Then Bian Disapparated with a familiar snap.

When Kreacher left, Dumbledore stopped and said slowly, "Hera, I'm afraid I have something to tell you."

"Is it serious?" Hera asked calmly, staring into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Seriously, I think so," said Dumbledore vaguely, which was an extremely rare occurrence.

Hera nodded weakly, motioning for Dumbledore to continue.

Dumbledore raised the leather gloved hand, and tore it off with a jerk, revealing the charred, useless hand, which he examined as if he were looking at a very interesting antique.

"I'm running out of time"

"What, you're telling me now? What's going on?" Hera asked anxiously, "Who else knows about this, who else?"

"Severus knows too."

"But why didn't he tell me at all."

"Sorry, I made him do that."

"How did it become like this, didn't you say it wouldn't affect anything?" Hera asked inexplicably, he still remembered how lightly Dumbledore said before.

Dumbledore smiled wryly, "I did something stupid, the temptation was too great. I didn't follow your advice and didn't restrain myself."

"What temptation?"

Dumbledore didn't answer.

"How can you do this, all of us—" Hera said angrily, "All of us put our hopes on you, don't you want us all to go to Voldemort?"

"I'm running out of time," Dumbledore repeated.

"But you can't just die like this. You are still needed now. Whether it is the Order of the Phoenix or the wizarding world, without you, all resistance will become pale." Hera said palely. He couldn't imagine what the Order of the Phoenix and the wizarding world would look like after Dumbledore died.

"I know, so I can't die like this."

"What did Severus say, can he cure you?" Hera said quickly.

"He can only curb such a spell. He has delayed me for about a year and a half, and it has been more than half a year now." Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was stating the weather forecast - the weather in England is always the same - light rain, moderate rain, heavy rain, heavy rain.

Dumbledore smiled. He had less than a year left, and the news seemed insignificant to him.

"So, what are your plans." It took Hera almost 2 minutes to calm down. He looked at the old man in front of him in pain, and couldn't believe his ears, but he knew better - Dumbledore would not joke about this matter.

"I'm very lucky, very lucky, to have you by my side, Hera."

"If you had told me earlier, maybe we would have more ways." Hera said angrily, "By the way, what about the Resurrection Stone, can he help you? There is also the Philosopher's Stone, which can make people live forever."

"It's useless, Hera, Nick saw all of this early on, he has the gift of prophecy, but he can't say anything, because he knows it won't change anything." Dumbledore said softly, his hand gently holding Hera's neck, wiping the tears from his face.

"I know this day will come sooner or later," said Dumbledore softly, "everyone is mortal."

(End of this chapter)