Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Moscow, Russian Ministry of Magic.

"so……"

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, rubbed the top hat in his hand distractedly. The steadiness he had been accustomed to in people's minds was gone. At this moment, he seemed to be back to the way he was when he first became Minister of Magic. Hesitating and nervous.

"Is everything true, the man who can't even name his name really came back?"

"Yes."

Not far away, "Newt Scamander" nodded.

In addition to this magical animal master, the Russian Minister of Magic, the Ukrainian Minister of Magic, the Belarusian Minister of Magic, and the commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards... are also in the room, and the look on everyone's face is a bit solemn.

Just a few minutes ago, they had just synchronised the "dark parade" that took place on the magic streets of Russia to Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore who had rushed there-no doubt, this time. It was just a signal, or rather, a blatant provocation to the incompetent Ministry of Magic of various countries and the international magic circle.

"It's a pity, Connelly, to be precise..."

Dumbledore sighed lightly and said solemnly.

"Voldemort has never left. The defeat ten years ago did not make him disappear. He just lurked in the magic world in a different form, quietly accumulating power, and waiting for the day when the East Mountain will rise again."

"That's a Horcrux, isn't it? That extremely crazy, extremely evil black magic in the legend?"

Newt Scamander ([DATA EXPUNGED]) frowned and asked thoughtfully.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, staring at the black gem ring, his face a little gloomy.

"So... Could you please explain first, what is a Horcrux?"

The Ukrainian Minister of Magic hovered between Dumbledore and Newt for a few seconds, and shrugged with confusion.

"At least in my opinion, it is just an evil magic item created by a dark wizard. Destroy it, and then grab the dark demon named Tom Riddle and his gangsters. I don't understand why such a big fanfare... …"

"In fact, we have caught him-but it is also the most worrying thing."

Dumbledore turned his head and pointed to the ring on the stone table in the room, with a gloomy tone in his tone.

"Horcrux, this is an extremely evil thing... It refers to an object that hides part of a person’s soul. In this way, even if the person’s body is attacked or damaged, he cannot die because he still A part of the soul remains in this world for damage. Of course, in this form, it is neither a human nor a ghost..."

"However, there is only one way to split the soul-through the most evil acts, murder on the soul level, the extremely evil and crazy wizards can do this, killing others while tearing up their own soul storage and sealing. ."

"So that's why, the mysterious man did not die after attacking little Harry, because he had this Horcrux?"

Connelly Fudge couldn't help but fought a cold war and said uncomfortably.

"In short, let's destroy it as soon as possible. According to your statement, as long as you destroy this ring, does it mean that the mysterious person was completely wiped out by us-if it is you, there must be a way to destroy this evil prop Right?"

"It's not that simple, Connelly..."

Dumbledore hesitated, looked around at the Ministry of Magic officials, and said in a deep voice.

"About half a year ago, I found a similar item. It was an item copied from a Death Eater vault-Connelly, you know what I was talking about-and I have been since then. Suspecting, Voldemort split his soul."

Dumbledore listened, collected his thoughts, and said slowly.

"If a wizard kills many times and splits the soul many times in order to escape death, it will form a very bad situation: we can never be sure whether he has really been wiped out. The appearance of this ring undoubtedly proves this. One point, he is closer to immortality than anyone else... the appearance of this ring is actually a very unknown sign."

"In other words, I don't think that destroying it directly is the right choice."

Following Dumbledore's suggestion, the confusion on the faces of the Ministry of Magic officials grew thicker.

However, before they could speak, another old wizard's voice sounded in the room.

"I see what you mean, Professor Dumbledore. Can I understand it as..."

Newt Scamander's eyes flickered, then he continued softly.

"This may also mean that for Voldemort, the number of evil Horcruxes originally used for defense and life extension is already large enough that he can use this as a weapon without worrying about being destroyed. ?"

"Very right! That's what I think. Facing such an unprecedented threat, the magic world needs to unite."

Dumbledore nodded, "No matter how crazy Voldemort is, he is only a person after all. With the fragmentation of his soul, his reason and character are gradually becoming irreversibly broken-so instead of constantly destroying Voldemort's soul We might as well set up a reliable organization to seal and contain these Horcruxes alone."

"Gentlemen, I believe that everyone present is a trustworthy and respectable person..."

Dumbledore looked around at the wizards in the room and said seriously.

"But apart from this room, if the scope involves the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards, then there is likely to be a serious situation of leaks, or even theft of Horcruxes, so I propose to create a brand new one that is limited to a small part. An international organization where reliable ministers of magic can know all the content."

"In fact, it's not just a Horcrux. Anything that cannot be directly destroyed but is dangerous, we can all be included in the joint containment list and be contained and sealed together. As for the name of the organization, I suggest..."

Dumbledore thought very seriously for a while, then said softly.

"--SCPF for short, a ‘special item prison’ that is independent of the Ministry of Magic and the International Wizarding Federation, but is also under the supervision and jurisdiction of the entire magical world."

"As for the more detailed rules, I think... Or else we will draw up a draft together today while everyone is here. By the way, we will also unify the caliber of Voldemort's incident and issue a warning throughout the magic world. This is different from any enemy we have faced before. It originated from wizards, but in the strict sense it is no longer human..."

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A little earlier.

Devon, near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

Quibble Town, the office of the editor-in-chief of "The Singing Devil", on the desk of Lovegood's home

"Understood, has Professor Dumbledore passed?"

Xenofilius Lovegood glanced at the flashing golden fire in the living room~www.wuxiaspot.com~ took a deep breath, and solemnly picked up a golden red feather pen from the desk , The magic wand in his hand moved lightly, and started to write little by little on a translucent fuzzy book.

Item Number: SCP-017-2

Item Level: Euclid

Name: Marvolo Gunter's Ring ([DATA EXPUNGED])

Special containment procedures: [not visible yet]

Description: [Not visible temporarily]

Appendix: [DATA EXPUNGED] completed the initial containment in Gunter’s old house, transferred to "SCP pseudo"-[Scp-f] agency in Russia-Moscow on August 31, 1992 [DATA EXPUNGED], and all relevant records have been cleared And personnel information, reports regarding SCP-017-2 are'suspended' updated.

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at the same time.

Lihen Bookstore, Diagon Alley, London.

With the help of the goblin Douglas, Irina Ivanovich took a long list and walked through the crowded bookstore with some effort. A local book carefully checked and looked for her in Hogwar this semester. Books that may be needed in the Witchcraft School.

On the wall outside the bookstore, Elena played the small, thin diary with a torn black cover in her hand, flipped it to the back cover, and glanced at the print on it. The handwriting is about to fade.

It was printed with the name of a newspaper distributor on Vauxhall Road in London-exactly as she described it.

A meaningful smile appeared on the girl's face, and excitement gleamed in the lake blue eyes.

"Yes, that's it, Draco—"

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