The gold locket suddenly stopped trembling, and the wildly twisting gold chain lost all its strength and fell on the table. Then, with a crisp "click", its small gold cover popped open.

They saw the internal structure of the locket. Behind each of the two small glass windows, there was a living eye blinking, black and bright, clear and bright. Harry felt that if it was not sealed in a small box, the owner of the eyes should belong to a living person.

There was a black fog. A hoarse and cold voice came from inside, "I see your heart..." The locket said to Felix, who was closest to him.

"Oh? So?" Felix performed brain occlusion.

"...Felix Hep, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what's in the book you read on your first day here? Don't deny it, I saw your most urgent desire, to be powerful, immortal, and transcend death. You want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" Harry shouted, Sirius took him back a few steps and said in a complicated way: "It's Voldemort, I really didn't expect that he hid himself in a box as big as an egg." Harry

opened his mouth wide. Is this the one he met in his first year? Compared to sticking to the back of Quirrell's head, his life is much worse now.

The owner of the eyes in the locket was still whispering: "You have this potential, why don't we cooperate? Rule wizards and Muggles together... and I, the greatest wizard of all time, am willing to share my secret Horcrux of immortality with you."

Something like a soap bubble twisted and appeared, and a human figure rose from the locket. It was a very handsome young man with thin cheeks, shiny black hair, and tall stature. He smiled kindly and opened his arms, as if he wanted to hug Felix.

But his feet were still in the locket, unable to get out. He smiled more kindly, and said in a gentle tone: "Why not start from now, from this moment, on the road to immortality... Just wave your wand gently, and there are two insignificant sacrifices over there."

However, Felix said calmly: "I thought you would say something more brilliant, Tom. Close it, Harry."

"What?" The red light in the young Voldemort's eyes flashed, and if he hadn't been staring, he might have thought it was an illusion. He raised his voice and tried to convince him calmly: "You don't know what you've missed. I have gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else. Join forces..."

But Harry had already made a "hissing" sound, and the next second, the lid of the locket closed, and the black mist full of hatred rolled away, and Voldemort's image disappeared abruptly.

Harry's heart was beating violently, and he was panting. He really thought Voldemort was going to jump out and fight with them.

Felix picked up the locket, tapped it for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket. "I will give it to Dumbledore," he said with emotion, "The headmaster hasn't touched any of them yet, and I have seen three."

They sat on the sofa again, each of them was silent. Kreacher pried at the door and said tremblingly: "Mr. Happ, will you destroy it? This is the last order that Master Regulus left for old Kreacher."

"I promise you, Kreacher, the locket will be destroyed." Felix said.

"Thank you, thank you." Kreacher sobbed and disappeared with a "bang".

Harry calmed down and asked curiously: "Voldemort mentioned Horcrux just now, what is that?" His eyes jumped between Sirius and Felix, hoping to get an answer. His intuition told him that he had already pried into Voldemort's secrets very deeply.

Sirius also looked at Felix.

"Horcruxes... a very evil kind of black magic, by splitting the soul and storing the soul fragments in a certain object, this thing is called a Horcrux." Felix explained simply: "As long as the Horcrux is still there, Voldemort will not die. Although he will be miserable, he will eventually come back."

"Is this the secret of Voldemort's immortality?" Harry said in shock: "No wonder he said he transcended death, and actually split his soul. It's really an evil practice."

"But it's more than that, Harry. Splitting the soul is the result, and the process requires a ritual, killing, and removing the soul by killing people. Don't look at me telling you this, it's actually much more complicated than this." Felix said.

"So the locket is just a fragment of Voldemort?" Harry realized that the two Voldemorts he had seen were not the same soul.

"That's right."

"Then if we destroy the locket now, will Voldemort die quietly in some dark corner?" Harry said divergently, he was particularly excited about this idea.

"It's unlikely, Harry. He made more than one Horcrux. I have seen and destroyed two of them, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." Felix said.

Harry was stunned. "You have been doing this? Fighting Voldemort?" He knew nothing about this.

"It is Dumbledore who has been doing this. He has been actively pursuing the past that Voldemort tried to hide," Felix said, "and I just happened to be there."

"Harry, even when you sleep, the world is still moving, you just don't see it."

Harry nodded. He knew what the professor meant. There was no need to take the responsibility on himself. He was just a little impulsive, not stupid. The professor told him the role of the Horcruxes, so he would not think about it and try to fight Voldemort before all the Horcruxes were destroyed.

He was excited and felt that he had a new mission in his life. If Voldemort's Horcruxes still existed when he graduated, he could spend his whole life chasing them.

Thinking about that future, it wasn't bad, especially since this road wasn't lonely, with Dumbledore, Professor Heppe... maybe even more people, figures appeared in Harry's mind.

He asked a key question: "If there isn't one Horcrux, um... now it seems there are at least three, or four, will there be more, like seventeen or eighteen?"

Felix was amused, "Do you think of the soul as a cookie that can be broken at will and can even fall apart?" He thought about it seriously and said, "Actually, I can't be sure. The book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" doesn't specify the limit on the number of Horcruxes. Maybe the author didn't expect that future generations would be so crazy."

"Will it hurt to peel off the soul?" Harry asked.

"Well, that's a strange question," Felix tilted his head, "But the book says it hurts, I haven't tried it myself, maybe Voldemort doesn't care much?"

"Okay," he stood up, "Let's stop here today, Harry, we should go back." He looked at Sirius again, "The time we agreed on remains the same."

The two returned to Hogwarts, Felix sent Harry, who was asking questions, away, and came to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was still flipping through the documents. After listening to Felix's explanation of his purpose, he examined the locket carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, he took off his glasses tiredly and wiped them with a small piece of velvet: "It just confirmed my guess from Hokey."

"Hokey?"

"I told you, the poor house-elf."

"You came back so late today, you must have gone to..."

"Azkaban, that's right."

Dumbledore told the story he heard from Hokey. The story itself was very simple. Almost fifty years ago, Voldemort, who was a clerk at Borgin and Burke's, visited a very wealthy witch, Hepzibah Smith, who was Hokey's master. Two days later, she died suddenly.

"There are two points worth noting in this matter. One is that with the death of Hepzibah, her two most precious collections disappeared. They happened to be the Slytherin locket and Hufflepuff's gold cup, the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts."

"Voldemort did it." Felix said very confidently.

"Yes, it took Hepzibah's family a long time to confirm this, because she had many secret hiding places and always kept her collections very carefully."

"You just said... Hokey is in Azkaban?"

"Yes, an obvious scapegoat, but Hokey herself admitted that she put something in the hostess's cocoa tea. Later it was discovered that it was not sugar, but a rare and deadly poison. The verdict said that she did not intend to murder, but was blinded by old age."

"Has her memory been tampered with?"

"I'm glad we have reached a consensus," Dumbledore said, "Hokey is not in good condition at the moment. I am planning to apply for a reopening of this old case." "

However, after so many years, Hokey's memory has become a mess. It is difficult to tell whether she was tampered with at the time. I can only raise doubts about the case itself..."

Felix also felt it was difficult. Now there was no evidence, and everything was based on logical deduction. However, Fudge was just scared, and he didn't know if he had the courage to refuse Dumbledore again.

The two turned to talk about other issues.

"Principal Dumbledore, how many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort made?"

"This is really a headache. From what I know about him, Voldemort will find a meaningful number. Three, seven, nine, thirteen, all possible. I must confirm his idea and find some evidence. In addition, we don't know whether he completed the predetermined goal on the night he went to the Potters' house..."

In other words, the number is uncertain, and whether he completed the number is uncertain. A number popped up in Felix's mind, seven, but he didn't speak. It was useless to speak. Dumbledore still had to explore and verify it himself. However,

he thought of one thing, "Ravenclaw's diadem, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup... Dumbledore, then Gryffindor's sword will it also be a Horcrux?" Dumbledore

shook his head, "I happen to know where the sword is, and Voldemort didn't get it."

Coming out of the office, it started to drizzle. Felix stepped on the wet soil, still thinking about the appearance of the Hufflepuff gold cup that Dumbledore had just transformed.

Dumbledore's words were a bit harsh: "Strangely enough, I feel that you and Voldemort really have some fate. Perhaps you will encounter other Horcruxes in the future. It would be best if you could see what the golden cup looks like."

Felix couldn't help but complain in his heart, you are destined to be with him, could Dumbledore want to give him the task of dealing with Voldemort?