Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Actually, there is one thing that I have always found strange, Professor."

The wet and salty sea breeze blew on Sherlock's face. The sound of waves hitting the rocks kept coming from all around. He walked side by side with Dumbledore on the beach at night and asked his doubts.

"If he just wanted immortality, then shouldn't the Philosopher's Stone be a faster and more convenient choice at the beginning? I have met Nick Flamel. He is indeed knowledgeable and erudite, but his appearance may not be easy for others to say. If Voldemort really wanted to do something to him when he was young, I don't think he could resist at all."

The night wind at four o'clock in the morning blew Dumbledore's robes "rustling", and he seemed very happy that Sherlock could ask such a question.

"Before you became a professor at Hogwarts, that is, four years ago, he had planned to snatch that thing. But I think the Philosopher's Stone is not as suitable for Voldemort as the Horcrux, there are actually many reasons."

"The Elixir of Life can indeed prolong life, but it must be drunk frequently and forever to remain immortal."

"In that case, Voldemort will be completely dependent on this medicine. If the medicine runs out or is contaminated, or the Philosopher's Stone is stolen, he will die like everyone else."

"Voldemort likes to act alone. He has never regarded his subordinates as allies or reliable partners, but more as tools. I believe he will find dependence intolerable, even if it is dependence on the Elixir of Life."

"Of course, four years ago, in order to get rid of the terrible state of half-life and half-death when he attacked Harry, he was willing to drink it, but that was just to regain his body."

"After that, I believe he still intends to continue to rely on his Horcruxes. He doesn't need anything else, as long as he can regain a human body. He is already immortal... or closer to immortality than anyone else."

Sherlock followed Dumbledore, He said while walking and thinking.

"He has always believed in himself, and never shared this trust with others, even a dead object like the Philosopher's Stone."

"This may be his natural habit, or it may be a character that he developed later through experience." Dumbledore said.

There are many uneven rocks on the ground. When he is not using magic, Dumbledore is just an old man. It is very inconvenient to walk on such a road. Sherlock supported him at the right time.

"Even in the selection of items as Horcruxes, it is the same. Voldemort likes to collect souvenirs. He likes items with powerful magic and historical significance."

"His pride, his sense of superiority, and his determination to occupy an amazing position in the history of magic, all make me think that Voldemort will carefully select his Horcruxes and prefer items that deserve this honor."

"The four treasures of the four founders are extremely attractive to Voldemort. The other three are likely to have been obtained by him, but I am sure that the only known relic of Gryffindor is safe and sound."

Sherlock was a little confused.

"Isn't the Sorting Hat also a Gryffindor relic?"

"Because the Sorting Hat itself is not just a hat that can sing and identify people's qualities, it is actually the same thing as the Gryffindor sword. The hat is actually the scabbard of the sword, which is why I asked Fawkes to carry the hat to you when the Chamber of Secrets was opened."

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They walked and talked, and now they have come to a cliff.

"In fact, you don't have to worry about me tripping over these rocks. Although my physical fitness is indeed not as good as you young people after getting older, I am not so old that I can't walk."

Dumbledore was not being modest. His actions did not seem to match his appearance. His steps were very agile, more like a young man.

"Is this where Riddle's orphanage used to be?"

Looking at the surrounding environment, Sherlock felt a little unbelievable. Britain was at least an economic power in modern times. How could the social welfare system be so bad?

Dumbledore explained.

"Not exactly here. Halfway up the cliffs behind us, there's a place that can barely be called a village."

"They took the orphans there to let them breathe the sea air and see the waves. I think only Tom Riddle and the kids he bullied have ever been to where we are now."

"Muggles can't climb up this big rock unless they are particularly good at climbing. Boats can't get close to the cliffs. The surrounding waters are too dangerous. I can imagine how Riddle climbed up. Magic must be more effective than ropes. He brought two children with him, probably for the fun of scaring them."

Finally, they stood on the largest reef. Dumbledore drew out his wand and cast an illumination spell.

The soft fluorescence illuminated the dark stone wall, and at the same time they saw a long and narrow crack.

The sea water poured into the crack, swirling inside, and flowed into a deeper place.

"I found this place by following Riddle's childhood experience, but it's not enough for me alone. We have to speed up, Sherlock. Today is the first day of school, and we have to go back early to attend the entrance dinner. You should not mind getting your clothes wet."

Of course Sherlock didn't care, and when Dumbledore asked this question, he had already put the wand in his mouth, and then gently slid from the pebble into the seawater, towards the dark crack on the rock surface. Swim away.

The old body didn't seem to care about the cold water at all, and Sherlock followed him closely.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark passage. Sherlock could see that the passage would be filled with sea water when the tide came in.

The muddy rock walls on both sides were only three feet apart. Under the bright light of Dumbledore's wand, they shone like asphalt. A little further in, the secret passage turned to the left, and you could see It stretches all the way to the deepest part of the cliff.

They walked forward like this for a few minutes, and Sherlock saw Dumbledore in front of him standing up straight from the water, his silver-white hair and black robe reflecting the light of the water.

This is a cave, and there are layers of high stone steps under the water that allow them to walk into the center of the cave.

Dumbledore held up the still glowing fluorescent wand and carefully observed the walls and top of the cave, while Sherlock used magic to dry their soaked robes again.