People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

There was no change in the principal's office, as if time had disappeared in this room.

The Sorting Hat was placed under the branch where Fawkes was perched, and was whispering to Fawkes with its mouth open.

"Long time no see." The Sorting Hat saw Aphrodite come in and greeted her warmly.

Afro smiled and sat on the chair in front of it, "It seems like the first time I'm talking to you like this, Mr. Sorting Hat."

"Gryffindor suits you very well." The wrinkled parts of the Sorting Hat opened into a big mouth.

"Mr. Sorting Hat, can you tell me what your warning is?"

"Son, I thought I made myself clear at the Sorting Ceremony."

The sound of the Sorting Hat became weaker and weaker, and gradually it closed.

"Mr. Sorting Hat?"

"It should be asleep." Dumbledore appeared behind Afro and smiled at her. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"I discovered something, so I can't communicate with you too much for the time being."

"You mean the Ministry of Magic sent Umbridge to be a professor at Hogwarts?"

"Not entirely." Dumbledore looked at her solemnly with his blue eyes, his clear eyes seemed to see through Aphrodite.

"Harry's scar pain began to increase in frequency, and he even dreamed of strange scenes sometimes..."

Avro's attention was suddenly drawn to the diary that Dumbledore placed on the table.

"So Voldemort and Harry are somehow connected?" She interrupted Dumbledore and tried to test him, pretending not to know.

Dumbledore nodded in admiration, "I thought so too."

"So you're not going to talk to Harry anymore? He's heartbroken."

"The Ministry of Magic has provided an opportunity. I hope Harry can find a way to sever the connection."

Avro pursed his lips, secretly sighing that Dumbledore's plan had already taken everyone into account. He had already begun to think about letting Snape teach Harry the art of Occlumency.

Dumbledore, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, tilted his head in the direction of Aphrodite.

Eyes as big as the sea stared at her without blinking, as if they could see through her soul.

"Aphrodite, I am fascinated by mysterious things." After a moment's silence, Dumbledore lowered his voice and said.

Afro pretended not to understand and looked at him blankly, "Principal, is there something mysterious?"

Dumbledore chuckled twice, shook his head, and threw his long beard over his shoulders so that it would not block his vision.

"I can't read your mind," he said bluntly.

Afro smiled awkwardly. Fortunately, her brain was protected by a system, otherwise, what would be the difference between her and Dumbledore if she did not set a password on her phone?

She quickly changed the subject.

"I found something during my vacation." Avro took out the destroyed locket from his robes and reached forward to pass it to Dumbledore. "I had previously speculated that Voldemort might have other magical items."

Dumbledore took it and looked at it carefully. The locket engraved with a snake pattern made it clear its name at a glance.

"A relic of Slytherin," he said.

"It was hidden by the elves of the Black family before..." Afro briefly described what happened and simplified the part about the mechanism in the cave.

"I know Tom. It must have taken you a lot of effort to get back from the cave." Dumbledore knew that Avro had not told him everything, but the past was no longer important.

"Poor child." He brushed the marks on the locket carefully and whispered, "Thanks to Regulus, it's a pity that we can't mourn him yet."

There was silence in the room, and someone sighed.

"If Slytherin's relics were used, then the treasures of the other three houses must have been hidden as well."

Dumbledore was able to deduce the three Horcruxes from the locket.

Afro couldn't help but sigh that if there was no plot setting, Dumbledore might have found all of Voldemort's Horcruxes before Harry went to school.

"It seems like there are at least five magic items." Afro continued to guide, but suddenly a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.

The world consciousness began to stop her again.

Dumbledore looked out the window thoughtfully. After a long pause, he said to her, "There are more than five. Promise me that next time you encounter something like this, don't act alone."

"Principal, this is what I want to say to you." Afro stared into his eyes and said word by word.

Dumbledore laughed, as amiable as an old grandfather next door.

“We can keep each other in check.”