I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin's eyes narrowed. Although he couldn't remember the details of the plot, he clearly remembered how Dumbledore sent it.

In the cave where Voldemort kept his locket, Dumbledore drank poison. Before this, he had already been cursed for touching the ring with the Resurrection Stone embedded in it, which meant he didn't have much time left.

“When a person is killed, they die,” Li Lin said earnestly. “I suggest that if you’re going to look for the locket, you’d better take Snape, that great traitor, with you.”

Dumbledore's smile stiffened slightly: "...Do you know something?"

“I know he was on top when you slept with Grindelwald.”

Li Lin said nonchalantly, then ran off with a sly grin. He hadn't gone two steps when he tripped over the jewels scattered on the ground and fell into a river of gold coins. He clutched his knee and started throwing a tantrum.

Dumbledore was shocked. Although he was mentally prepared for Li Lin's shamelessness and lack of morals, he really didn't expect this move from Master Li.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment. After Li Lin's interruption, Dumbledore was too embarrassed to ask Li Lin to accompany him to find the locket. Anyway, there was still a whole year before Harry Potter enrolled, so there was no rush.

Seeing that Dumbledore hadn't gotten angry, Li Lin, after crying and making a fuss for a while, got bored and stood up sullenly, saying, "Anyway, my suggestion is to bring Snape along, and it's best not to try to break through the barrier. Just burn him with Fiendfyre, that would be much more satisfying."

Ignoring the dialect at the end of the sentence, which seemed to have been picked up by someone, Dumbledore astutely noticed the hidden meaning in Li Lin's words.

“Fiendfyre... I understand.” Dumbledore nodded and extended his palm to Li Lin. “Let’s go back to Hogwarts first.”

Li Lin stared at Dumbledore as if he were a lunatic: "Hey old Dumbledore, don't you have any thoughts about all this money on the ground?"

Dumbledore's expression gradually turned serious: "Mr. Aatrox, I think wealth only allows us to live better, it doesn't mean we can't live without it."

“You’re right. I’ll talk to Professor McGonagall. I’m sure she understands Principal Deng’s good intentions,” Li Lin said seriously. “Don’t worry, I’ll have someone come down and tidy up when I leave.”

Dumbledore's expression immediately became quite interesting.

......

While Li Lin and Dumbledore were away on a team-building trip, Professor Felix Flitwick was giving a spells lesson to the first-year wizards.

"Classmates, today we will learn the Levitation Charm."

Because of his partly fairy bloodline, Flitwick was short, so he had to stand on three large books to reach the students who were sitting in chairs.

"The incantation for the levitation spell is Wingardium Leviosa..."

After reciting a Hogwarts aria that everyone could recite by heart, Professor Flitwick finally signaled to the students that they could wave their wands and do whatever they wanted with the feathers in front of them.

“Observe carefully and try boldly,” Professor Frivi said.

However, before the words were finished, someone waved a wand, and a crimson beam shot out from the end of the wand, hitting the student opposite and knocking the wand out of his hand.

"Hey—Marcus, what do you think you're doing?"

The Ravenclaw student opposite, who had been unjustly attacked, shouted angrily.

"Feel sorry."

The Slytherin student who cast the Disarm Charm shrugged without any apology, his face full of excited smiles. After Cho Chang, he was the second student to be able to cast the Invisibility spell. Although he couldn't compare to Cho Chang, it was still something to be proud of.

"Damn it, that's Professor Aatrox's secret technique."

Realizing what had happened, the students stood up and crowded around, trying to get some information out of Marcus.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that the students were not practicing the Levitation Charm but studying the Disarming Charm, Professor Flitwick was not angry. Instead, he jumped down from the pile of books with great interest and squeezed into the crowd.

“Professor Flitwick,” Marcus stood up and bowed to him, “I was just practicing the secret technique Mr. Aatrox taught us… uh, I mean, the spell.”

He made no movement, nor did he utter any spells to remove your weapon; he simply raised his arm and pointed his wand at a feather floating in mid-air.

A beam of red light shot out, breaking the feathers into dozens of tiny downy feathers.

“That’s it, Professor… Professor?” Marcus shrugged, but was startled when he turned around and saw Frivi.

Professor Flitwick, usually so kind and witty, now had bloodshot eyes, like a mole seeing a treasure, and even his voice was trembling.

What...did you just say?

118 Energy Amethyst (Resonant Sound)

The problem is that no matter how many times the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students repeat it, Professor Flitwick can't grasp even a fraction of that "realism of the world."

It's as if these students think differently from me.

This immediately made Frivié start to question the meaning of life.

After a long period of mutual learning and teaching, Frivi finally became convinced that without Li Lin's personal instruction, it would be impossible to understand anything "real".

As he watched as Cho Chang extended his finger, chanted the levitation spell, and shot out a beam of disarming light, Flitwick felt that he had wasted his life.

"If the Ravenclaw crown were still in use, perhaps I could have come up with something through my precious wisdom."

Frivi gave up trying, shaking his head and sighing.

"Wisdom?" The astute Ravenclaw students realized a key word. "What is the Ravenclaw crown? Is it our treasure?"

"To be precise, it should belong to our founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four great masters of Hogwarts."

Distracted one after another, the lesson was clearly unsustainable, so Flitwick simply started a storytelling session:

"Among the four beauties, Lady Rowena was unparalleled in the world for her extraordinary wisdom and beauty, but the crown on her head was an incomparable treasure. Legend has it that it could give the wearer supreme wisdom and inspiration."

"I think no old Ravenclaw would resist this temptation."

Flitwick sat on a pile of books and gave a sad smile: "When I was in school, I thought about what I would do if I got the Ravenclaw tiara... but until now, I still don't know where it is."

The students nodded in agreement, but most of them were thinking about using the crown to get perfect scores on their exams—a trivial matter.

“Professor,” Marcus of Slytherin rose and bowed to Flitwick, “if Ravenclaw has such a treasure, then surely the other houses must have similar treasures as well?”

"some."

Professor Flitwick raised his voice slightly: "Like the sword of Gryffindor, the cup of Hufflepuff, and the locket of Slytherin... but apart from the sword of Gryffindor, which remains in the school, the treasures of the other houses have all disappeared."

......

After arriving at Hogwarts, Li Lin and Dumbledore went their separate ways and acted independently.

Dumbledore felt uneasy mainly because of the information revealed by Li Lin. Based on his understanding of his former student Tom Riddle, this madman whose heart was completely tainted by darkness always liked to use the means of weakening others.

It can only be said that Tom's cultural attainments were limited, which led him to a relatively unsuccessful life.

But despite the disdain, the necessary preparations still need to be made.

Severus Snape is a Potions Master, and Li Lin insisted that he take Snape with him, so the place where the Slytherin locket is hidden might contain some kind of deadly poison.

Dumbledore was preparing for the next operation, while Li Lin's main action was to confront Tom in the diary.

After confirming that he was not being watched, Li Lin quickly turned around, closed the door, took out his diary from the dark green table, picked up a pen, and began to write.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Mr. Li was in a good mood, so he took the initiative to greet Little Tom, which was quite unusual for him.

The diary remained completely still.

Seeing that Voldemort did not respond, Li Lin's face darkened. He picked his nose with his finger and pressed it onto the diary, the green light emanating from it subtly.

"I advise you not to be ungrateful."

[Damn it, what are you trying to do?!]

Realizing the power of the deadly curse in Li Lin's hand, Tom in the diary finally emerged reluctantly, displaying ink words on the surface of the paper.

Tom still remembered that Li Lin had lied to him, saying that he was Dumbledore... He was terrified for a long time before he realized that if it really was Dumbledore, he would not have given him such a long time to live. That hypocritical old man would have just destroyed the diary.

Damn it, do you know how much damage this deception has done to young Tom's heart?

"What are you doing? Hehehehehehehe..." Li Lin laughed lewdly, making the diary tremble violently. "Can the soul fragments between your Horcruxes be transferred to each other?"

Why are you asking this?

Tom immediately felt a deep sense of unease upon realizing that something was wrong.

[Are you collecting my Horcruxes?!]

"Hey, I'm going to sue you for defamation if you talk like that!" Li Lin questioned angrily. "That's not your Horcrux, it's clearly mine."

Tom in the diary was so angry at Li Lin's shameless remarks that he kept turning the pages. The fragments of soul in the Horcrux are still there, and you're just going to proclaim them as yours?

Even Dumbledore wasn't this ridiculous.

In short, once something is made into a Horcrux, the soul fragments inside can only be destroyed.

After a brief pause, Tom finally gave the answer: as Voldemort's younger self, when he was separated, he was actually already independent of the other parts of his self in the Horcruxes.

In other words, Tom in the diary, like Voldemort himself, harbors a strong aversion to death and a constant pursuit of immortality.

When that person outside possesses more than one Soul Weapon, he will naturally choose to highlight his unique value, as the saying goes, "better to die for your friend than for yourself."

Moreover, Tom was also very curious to know... what methods Li Lin would use to destroy the fragment of the soul in that Horcrux.

“I see (noticing).” Li Lin stroked his chin and took out Hufflepuff’s golden cup.

The moment the golden cup was taken out, it connected with the diary that was right next to it.

The ink on the diary spread out, trembling as it formed words.

[Hufflepuff's Golden Cup...? How many have you found?]

The golden cup itself trembled slightly, and the air inside churned gently, as if it were filled with invisible wine.