Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for Dracula to learn about the last Horcrux.
"To Professor Dracula: Please be aware of Voldemort's wand—"
Dracula took the letter sent by Dumbledore and looked at the elegant handwriting on it with some surprise.
"I noticed that during the two battles with Voldemort during this period, he used two completely different wands; we all know that Voldemort's wand and Harry's wand are of the same origin, and when the two wands touch, he will have uncontrollable situations."
"So in the battle at the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort used the wand of one of his subordinates in order to avoid any unexpected situations. I can clearly see that the wand was not easy for him to use."
"However, during the battle with Voldemort on the British border not long ago, I saw him use a wand that was quite suitable for him and quite powerful... I have used the power of the Elder Wand as much as possible, but I was surprised to find that the power of Voldemort's wand was not much different from that of the Elder Wand."
"Severus said that Voldemort recently got a brand new wand, which he forced Ollivander to make for him on the spur of the moment, so he might not be too interested in the Old Wand."
"Although I don't agree with the second half of Severus's words, it is undeniable that the reference significance of the first half is very important - even if Ollivander's skills are superb, it is still difficult for him to create a powerful wand that is not much different from the Elder Wand."
"So I think Voldemort himself tampered with the wand a little bit."
"In addition, during my battle with Voldemort, he protected his wand very well, especially resisting the contact between the wand and the Fiendfyre. This is completely different from his previous habit of using the wand as a spellcasting tool at will."
"Combining all this evidence, I reasonably speculate that Voldemort made his new wand into a Horcrux."
"I hope Professor Dracula will know the above information. -AD"
The message in this letter was actually very simple, but it contained a lot of information. Dracula read it over and over again.
First of all, if Dumbledore's inference is true, and excluding the accident of Harry, then Voldemort's sixth Horcrux was created recently.
Can he endure the loneliness and wait for decades to create a Horcrux
Or would the creation of Horcruxes have too great an impact on their makers, so that Voldemort did not dare to continue making Horcruxes for quite a long time
Even with Dracula's knowledge accumulated over more than a thousand years, he didn't know much about the forbidden knowledge of Horcruxes - after all, he had no interest in pursuing immortality and would only feel bored with such things...
In fact, in the entire wizarding world, or even in the history of the wizarding world, there are very few wizards who know a lot about Horcruxes.
So far, the only two recorded Horcrux owners are the despicable Hercule and Voldemort. They both have a great influence on the wizarding world and are difficult to be completely eliminated...
"What a hassle..." Dracula pinched his brow and swung Dumbledore's letter back and forth, "Where can I find someone who knows enough about Horcruxes and can tell me these things without reservation?"
He originally wanted to go to the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus and force Hercule to tell him the secret of the Horcrux by force.
However, Dracula's last experience of borrowing the power of the god of death made him give up this idea.
If Herbo is forced to borrow the power of the god of death again, and his power surges again, the secret realm created by Andros may have problems again.
So... who else would know as much about Horcruxes as Voldemort and Hercule did
Dracula suddenly stopped swinging the letter.
He thought of someone he hadn't wanted to see for a thousand years.
That person received almost all of Helbo's inheritance and should have sufficient knowledge about Horcruxes.
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Deep in the Forbidden Forest northeast of Hogwarts, there is an ancient ruin hidden in the mist.
This is the hall built by Salazar Slytherin himself. Luna, Harry, Ginny and Rolf once accidentally entered here together. It was also in this ruins that Rolf and Harry established a good friendship.
Of course, they didn't know that they had only arrived at the surface of the ruins, so they found almost nothing of value.
The dome was pierced, and moonlight leaked in. The illumination spell and the dim moonlight clearly reflected the fine dust flying in the air, the dense spider silk covered the corners, and the mottled and peeling wall paint remained on the inner walls...
Dracula walked silently into the ruined palace and waved his hand gently.
The floating dust and the fine spider webs swaying in the breeze disappeared in an instant, and the palace seemed to have returned to its tidy appearance in an instant.
A strange spell came out of Dracula's mouth.
The ground here suddenly began to shake, and a large pit sank into the center of the hall. Circles of spiral steps extended to the deepest part of the pit, leading to a bottomless abyss.
Dracula certainly had no intention of taking the stairs, so he jumped down from the pit...
Green torches lit up one after another deep in the pit, illuminating the dim space.
"Brad, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Deep in the pit, a statue as tall as a human suddenly moved and spoke in a vicissitudes of life tone, "If I'm right, a thousand years should have passed..."
The statue had an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that almost reached the hem of its stone wizard's robe, and two large, gray feet standing on the smooth floor deep in the pit.
He held an ancient scepter in both hands, his back was hunched, and the expression on his face seemed extremely mysterious.
"Why are you putting on airs when you have nothing better to do?" Dracula walked closer and kicked the scepter in the statue's hand to the side.
As if he had lost his support, he staggered and almost fell on his face...
"It's been such a long time since we last met, why are you so disrespectful?" Wither steadied himself and said a little depressed, "I am at least a highly respected and famous wizard..."
"You will be remembered for generations?" Dracula's mouth twitched. "I think you will be remembered for generations. The academy you founded has become a training ground for dark wizards. Now the most annoying dark wizard is also claiming that he is your descendant. How can you still have a reputation?"
"What did you say?" The statue frowned its stone-carved brows, looking a little dull. "What's going on? How come they learned like me... I only left some black magic inheritance to my descendants, but I didn't let the students of the academy do the same!"
"Who told everyone in Slytherin College to take you as their role model?" Dracula chuckled and shrugged. "Sure enough, like founders, like students in the college."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Salazar Slytherin changed the subject abruptly, "Tell me what to do, I've been waiting for you here for a thousand years... Why did you wait until now to come and see me?"
"I suggest you reflect on yourself." Dracula looked at the ugly statue of Slytherin and curled his lips in disdain. "You have made yourself look like a ghost. I didn't come to see you just to avoid the only image you have in my eyes from completely collapsing..."
"Tsk tsk, this decision is indeed a very wise one... Although I already knew that you had made yourself like this, it's still a bit scary to see such an ugly thing talking in person!"
Slytherin: "..."
He subconsciously wanted to swing his scepter, but then he found that it had been kicked into the corner by Dracula.
So Slytherin could only wave his fist in the air and shouted in frustration: "What do you know? I have dedicated my youth to the study of magic!"
"Devote your youth?" Dracula raised his lips and sneered, "I think you are just fascinated by Helpo's powerful black magic... You were not like this in the early days. Although you also yearned for powerful strength, you would not lose your mind for power."
"Why, do you also want to pursue eternal life?"
Slytherin opened his mouth, then fell silent.
Dracula shook his head slightly, walked to the statue of Slytherin, and tapped his stiff shoulders and back in Slytherin's dissatisfied eyes, with an interested look in his eyes.
"One thing is beyond my expectation." Dracula said with interest, "I thought I would see a residual soul or a body made by magic... I didn't expect that this is just an ordinary statue?"
"That's right." Slytherin nodded slowly. "It's similar to a magical portrait, except that it leaves behind more thoughts..."
Dracula's hand that was hitting the statue suddenly stopped.
"So... you didn't make a Horcrux?" he asked quietly.
"I actually wanted to do it." Slytherin shook his head and sighed, "Although I am not very interested in immortality due to your influence... But you understand me. The pursuit of a stronger power is something I simply cannot refuse."
"Why haven't I heard that Horcruxes can enhance power?" Dracula frowned. "I only know that it can split the soul and make people mentally retarded."
"Ahem... I won't become a retard, will I?" Slytherin was choked by Dracula and had to explain, "The Horcrux cannot actually increase the power of the user, but it is the only way to communicate to another level."
"I found a record in the remains left by Herbo, which recorded all of Herbo's feelings when he made the Horcrux... He saw another world through the state of being extremely close to death when his soul was split."
"You mean... he saw the world of death?" Dracula suddenly asked.
"You have never made a Horcrux, how do you know about this?" Slytherin looked at Dracula in surprise.
"I accidentally discovered a channel leading to the god of death..." Dracula said calmly, "It doesn't matter, continue with your story."
"It's not important?" Slytherin shouted, puffing his beard and glaring, "I've been searching for so many years, and I only found the way to communicate with the god of death, which is to make a Horcrux. In the end, I gave up on it... and you tell me it's not important?!"
"It really doesn't matter." Dracula said, "I went directly into the world of the god of death with my soul and body. If it weren't for special circumstances, I would never be able to come back. Is this really what you want?"
"That's exactly what I want!" Slytherin said affirmatively, "Brad, have you ever thought about it? Why can the three Peverell brothers fight against the god of death through the Deathly Hallows?"
"What do you mean?" Dracula looked at Slytherin in confusion.
"What I mean is that Death itself is not invincible. He is just able to mobilize countless forces from another level, which makes him so powerful!" Slytherin said, "Herbo wrote a sentence with regret: If he had not made the Horcrux, perhaps he could have found a chance to replace Death!"
Slytherin's words were shocking, and Dracula was a little stunned by what he said.
"Replacing the Grim Reaper? Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not kidding." Slytherin shook his head. "Herbo's records are very detailed. The Grim Reaper is just a dark creature that gained authority on another level in ancient times. His function is to guide stranded souls to move on."
"According to the long-term communication between Herpo and the God of Death, the God of Death seemed to be dissatisfied with being idle for a long time, and had a perverse idea, wanting to infiltrate the magic world with his power - so he deliberately left a loophole for the departed souls. This is probably the reason why ghosts exist."
Dracula's frown deepened.
"So you and Hailbo both want to replace him?" he asked doubtfully, "What's the point of replacing him?"
"It's always irresistible to experience a stronger and more special power." Slytherin sighed, "Herbo was being closely watched by his old rival Andros, and he went to great lengths to suppress him."
"But I have other selfish motives - Barrow and Helena have both become ghosts and are stuck in the magic world. I am largely responsible for this because of my poor teaching... I want to give an explanation to Rowena who passed away."
"In that case, Salazar, why didn't you choose to make a Horcrux in the end?" Dracula asked again, "Leaving behind only such a statue that can't carry much thought, this is not in line with your style..."
"If I use Horcruxes to survive, you and Godric will laugh at me for a long time." Slytherin laughed at himself. "Forget about Godric, he died a long time ago, and I won't hear his laughter... The problem is that there is still a guy like you who can't die, so I have to think about it carefully."
"As for replacing Death, simply making a Horcrux won't do it—"
"Herbo regretted making the Horcrux, because when he chose to borrow the power of the god of death, he was marked by the god of death and could never replace him again..."
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