"The diary was found."

The next day, in the principal's office, Jaminie crossed her legs and sat leisurely on a soft chair.

On Dumbledore's desktop, Tom Riddle's diary was quietly placed there.

"So, Tom was attached to Miss Granger before, is that right?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Well... she seemed to take the joke on the book cover seriously. After all, she found it in the library, and it was not something from the forbidden book area..." Jamini sighed: "So she relaxed her vigilance."

Dumbledore's kind voice: "I want to ask too much, how did you drive him out of Miss Granger? Without destroying this thing..."

"If he didn't come out of Hermione, I would force her to have sex with Hermione or something..." Jamini said carelessly: "He might be scared."

The air was strangely silent for a while, and the next moment, noisy laughter came from the walls of the portraits of principals of all generations. Phoenias held the stool and pounded the ground with a bang.

Dalis was drinking black tea, spraying black tea on canvas, and the bald old man next to him smiled and sprayed his dentures.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and Jaminie smiled like this for the first time.

"Good boy! It's really Slytherin's style!" Phoenias waved his fists and said loudly.

Dalis gave Phoenix a blank look: "This is not a good thing. I mean, this is really too much for a girl, but of course, special treatment is given in special times..."

That being said, the smile on her face never stopped.

"I think you must have left him an indelible psychological shadow..." Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said happily.

"It seems yes." Jamini nodded: "So it's time to end here."

Jamini said, stood up and took out the Gryffindor sword with red gems inlaid from the glass cabinet beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a small bottle from his arms, which contained a miserable green liquid.

"Is this... the venom of the basilisk?" Dumbledore looked at the small bottle on Jamini's hand carefully: "If I remember correctly, the market price of this thing is forty ounces per ounce, which is extremely expensive."

"Yes..." Jamini opened the small bottle and dripped the venom on the Gryffindor sword. The venom was instantly sucked completely by the sword.

Immediately afterwards, Jamini held the sword and stabbed it into the diary.

Puff—

The sound of swords as if they were entering the flesh was heard, and the black ink splashed Lao Gao, and a miserable howl came from the diary.

Jamini kept moving his hands, and two more swords stabbed. Soon, the howling of the diary disappeared. Jamini picked up the diary, picked up the quill pen on Dumbledore's desk and slammed it on it twice. This time, the ink did not disappear again, but remained on the paper.

"It's a very beautiful approach, it's a neat and neat. Slytherin should add ten, Albus!" Phineas suggested loudly on the wall.

"This is not a plus, Phoenix," Dumbledore said gently. "But I personally still want to affirm Mr. Fox's excellent service ability."

"Okay, this matter has come to an end." Jamini clapped his hands: "If there is nothing, I'll go back first?"

"Please wait a moment, Jamini." Dumbledore held his chin with both hands: "I think it's time for us to talk about Voldemort's diary. I remember correctly. You said before that last year you found a crown in the house of Responsible Requests, right?"

"That's right." Jamini nodded.

"Horcrux." Dumbledore suddenly said: "Voldemor made both the diary and the crown into the Horcrux. It is rumored that this thing can make people immortal, which is what Voldemort has been pursuing."

"Generally speaking, it is a great sin to create one of these things, but as you can see, there are two Horcruxes we already know. I need to know how many Horcruxes he has made."

Dumbledore looked at Jamini seriously: "I hope you can help me."

"I'm not the roundworm in his belly." Jamini rolled his eyes.

"Horas Slughorn." Dumbledore ignored Jamini's words and continued, "You had socialized with him before the summer vacation, right?"

"Ah...yes." Jamini nodded: "He is a very interesting elder, so what do you want to say?"

"In the days after Voldemort's fall, Slughorn accidentally revealed that he knew Voldemort's Horcrux" Dumbledore said: "But because of my questioning and his own guilt, he quickly resigned from Hogwarts and was always hiding from me."

Dumbledore looked at Jamini: "I need a memory, a memory of how many Horcruxes Voldemort had made. That memory is very important, Jamini."

"Although my relationship with Professor Slughorn is pretty good, I have only seen it once. I think we shouldn't be so familiar with him that he can tell me such things." Jamini shook his head.

"I have said before that you and Voldemort are very similar in some aspects, but in some aspects they are completely opposite, so in my opinion, you actually have a chance." Dumbledore said seriously.

"Then he won't tell me, Professor." Jamini rolled his eyes: "Normal people will be far away, but they will repeat the same mistakes?"

"To be honest, Horas is not a normal person. As long as you are good enough, he can't help but want to come and enjoy the money." Dumbledore said happily.

Jamini spread his hands: "I guess the number is ready, seven, how about it? Isn't this a very magical number? I've told you in advance, okay? It doesn't take much time to ask."

Dumbledore's pale blue eyes looked straight at Jamini: "If you can do it, I'm willing to pay you 50,000 Gallons."

Haha…just fifty thousand!

Jamini looked impatient: "I have told you, professor, seven! seven!"

"Although you and Voldemort do have a part similar to each other, I can't bet that you both guess the same number." Dumbledore said gently, "So, don't you want this 50,000?"

Jamini was silent for a few seconds and raised a finger: "If I guess, you must add an additional 50,000 gallons as compensation for delaying my time!"

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded.

"I understand, the deal is done!" Jamini turned around and left the principal's office: "I remember 50,000 Gallon, and I guessed that it was an additional 50,000. Don't regret it, Professor."

Bang!

The door is closed.

Jamini, who had just walked out of the principal's office, jumped three feet high and ran away happily.

"You're on the trap, Dumbledore." Phoenas laughed.
Chapter completed!