Chapter 95： The "selfless" Dark Lord (1/2)

In a corner of the responsive room, Albert was standing quietly in a daze. People who knew him well knew that this guy was thinking about it this way, and even he himself admitted it.

After all, no one can guess the truth, Albert is actually immersed in his panel.

After regaining his senses, Albert immediately took his gaze away from the giant monster specimen, and finally took time to come in. Naturally, it is impossible to give up the exploration here. He also intends to continue searching for other interesting objects, not to forget. I came here to find Ravenclaw's crown.

However, according to the vague memory in his mind, he only vaguely remembered that the Horcrux should be worn on the head of a certain bust plaster statue. However, the clue is nothing more than that, whether you can find Ravenclaw's crown or not, sometimes you really have to try your luck.

As soon as he moved his footsteps, Albert was attracted by something again. Somewhere in front of him on the right side, a large mirror with a golden frame was placed, and underneath were two claw-shaped brackets.

Albert walked quickly towards the big mirror, raised his wand and recited a descaling spell on the mirror surface, removing most of the dust on the mirror surface.

”Eris...the magic mirror.” He muttered, looking at the letters on the frame.

That's right, it should be the magic mirror, the magic mirror that claims to show the deepest deepest desires of the person in front of the mirror.

”What do I desire most?” Albert looked at himself in the mirror curiously, and then he found himself in the mirror holding an eagle-shaped crown.

That was... Ravenclaw's crown.

”Although I do want to find the crown is right, this shouldn't be the thing I desire most?” Albert suppressed his desire to complain. Originally, he thought he would see in the mirror that he was hugging several beauties on his left or right, or standing on a golden mountain with piles of gold coins, at the very least, he would give me a picture of Voldemort holding the elder's wand in his hand.

In other words, what is it like holding the Ravenclaw crown, the desire for knowledge? Want to become smarter?

”Is this really what I want most? Or is it what I want most now?”

Disappointed, Albert looked away and fixed his gaze on the frame on the top of the magic mirror, where a line of letters was engraved: ”Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi” (Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi” (Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi” Cavour, Aitão, Voges).

The name of the magic mirror comes from the first word Erised (Eris).

Readers who have carefully understood the stories of Harry Potter novels will know that the line of letters engraved on the top frame of the Eris Mirror needs to be read upside down.

Albert moved his gaze to the letters and read it out softly: ”Ishownotyourfacebutyourheart”sdesire”, that is, ”I show not your face but your desire”.

”Wish? Don't I actually have no desire? No, I'm not a saint, how could I have no desire?” Albert suddenly grinned, ”Sure enough, the magic mirror can't reflect a bunch of vague panel experiences. And skill points too!”

Yes, what I desire most is not panel experience and skill points?

Isn't it all for these vague things to take risks to find Voldemort's Horcruxes?

Thinking of this, Albert suddenly wanted to laugh again. ”To some extent, the Ravenclaw crown reflected on the magic mirror is not wrong.”

After all, finding Horcrux means a lot of tasks, experience and skill points.

This is what he desires most!

After walking on the trash path for a while, Albert felt that he was about to get lost in the trash mountain. A slingshot with wings flew in front of him, and he was staring at him. After a freezing spell, Falling down in midair.

”It's a weird thing.” Albert walked over, bent down and picked up the slingshot from the ground, looked at it, pulled it, and finally turned a debris into a projectile with his wand and tried the slingshot. The power of the slingshot, but he soon discovered the purpose of the slingshot. The projectiles shot out seemed to have been released with tracking magic, which can accurately bypass the object and hit the target.

”A slingshot that has been released by magic is interesting. It is probably a toy in Joko's joke shop. It's good to use to fix people.” Albert murmured to himself, and soon started to wonder if it could be. Applying this technique to the bow and arrow, the archer becomes a sharpshooter in minutes? If it is used on firearms, is it possible to take the top level from a kilometer away?

Well, this slingshot is good, and it is worth researching.

Albert used a descaling curse to remove the dust on the surface of the slingshot, and then took out a handkerchief and wiped it, before putting it in his robe pocket.

After strolling around in the garbage dump, Albert found a dilapidated Quidditch box in a certain corner. After opening it, he found that the Quidditch game props inside were all tattered, including a ball. The stick was even left with the section in the hand, and God knows what happened to it.

Both of the wandering **** are also broken. The only ghost ball is relatively complete, but it also looks a little worn.

Albert's gaze was attracted by the Golden Snitch. When he picked up the rusty Golden Snitch, he found that it had lost one of its wings.

The other wing of the Golden Snitch can still be used, but after one wing is missing, it can no longer fly normally.

A damaged Golden Snitch is very attractive to Albert. The Golden Snitch's craftsmanship is actually very high. It is said that in order to determine who catches it first, this thing has physical memory capabilities.

If this physical memory ability is used in the treasure house, can't you easily create your own secret treasure house?

Dumbledore did just that.

In other words, how come you feel a little bit tattered in the trash?

This style of painting is wrong!

Ahem, it seems inappropriate to call this place a garbage dump.

In any case, Voldemort’s Horcrux is hidden here. Obviously the Dark Lord will not hide his Horcrux in the trash.

Sure enough, this place should be called the treasure house, yes, it is called the treasure house! Hidden Hogwarts items for thousands of years, and he was a treasure hunter in the treasure house.

No one knows what he can find in this treasure house. It may be worthless rubbish, it may be an extremely precious Ravenclaw relic, or it may be a Horcrux that kills you.

No matter what he will find, Albert's exploration and treasure hunt will continue. He walked lightly into the maze, continuing to search for a bust wearing a crown.

Maybe, people who like to smile won't have bad luck; maybe Merlin's beard is blessing him; maybe it's that Voldemort's soul fragments can't hold back.

Albert stopped suddenly, held his breath, pricked his ears and listened carefully, and a vague whisper came from far away.

At that moment, Albert felt that his soul seemed to be trembling, and the whispering in his ear disappeared, replaced by his heavy breathing.

It's near, it's near, the Horcrux is nearby, it's tempting itself, yes, Voldemort's Horcrux is tempting itself to the bait through whispers.

At this moment, Albert suddenly wanted to laugh. He knew that Voldemort's Horcrux was tempting him, but why didn't it take the initiative to send it to the door?

Also save yourself a lot of trouble to find Horcrux!