Seven Horcruxes.

Harry counted on his fingers, "We know of two, and there are three relics of the Big Three, that's only five."

"That means there are two more."

Snape looked at the scar on his forehead.

Harry shook his head: "No, I am an accidental child. This Horcrux should not be what he imagined."

"Then he now has eight Horcruxes, and has lost the magic of the number '7'." Dumbledore laughed.

The others looked at him disapprovingly.

Dumbledore restrained his smile and said, "I asked Rita, but unfortunately she has been busy looking for werewolves and goblins recently and has paid little attention to Voldemort. He also hid his past very well. Apart from the ones hidden in the Ministry of Magic, nothing else has been found."

"I was wondering if I should have him join the Order of the Phoenix as well."

"Albus! The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a place where filth and dirt can be hidden!" McGonagall bit her lips harshly.

This big group, this long list of words.

Someone more controversial than Snape?

Harry looked.

"Don't look at me, Mr. Potter!" Snape sneered. "Keep your eyes open. I'm not like that guy."

Flitwick was a little confused: "That's true, but he does look a bit like Rita. If he were to go and gather intelligence..."

Sprout explained to Harry in a low voice: "They are talking about Mundungus Fletcher, a man you haven't met. Hmm, a businessman or an artist? He is loyal to Dumbledore, but he is not reliable at all, even more unreliable than Sirius."

"Sometimes he will be influenced by some interests..."

"Pomona, not sometimes." Mag shook her head, her tone serious, "It's all the time."

"You are too polite to him. Fletch is a thief. He only has eyes for treasure."

At this point, she clenched her fists and said, "He is loyal to Dumbledore, but he is more loyal to money. For money, he has abandoned the mission of the Order of the Phoenix more than once."

"He's a thief!"

"How can Hogwarts have such a student!"

"And a Gryffindor."

"He should be in Azkaban."

This was the most shameful thing for her. A thief appeared in Gryffindor!

"But he is indeed very useful. Mundungus has come into contact with many ancient and precious treasures. Maybe he has come into contact with Horcruxes." Dumbledore said softly, "Even if he has not come into contact with them, he knows how to find those things better than us."

"And also know how to find those things better than Rita does."

Rita Skeeter is the tiny, corner-dwelling ladybug, while Mundungus Fletcher is the gutter rat, dealing with the dark side of the world.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​yours." McGonagall turned her head away and said nothing.

Sprout sighed: "Albus, you can't give him too important a task."

Flitwick nodded approvingly.

Snape said nothing; he had no dealings with Mundungus.

"Then I will write a letter to Mundungus tonight. He recently heard about the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix from somewhere and has complained to me many times." Dumbledore smiled, snapped his fingers lightly, and recorded the matter with a quill.

Harry lifted his hair and waved his wand, using the beauty magic he learned from Hermione to fix his hair as if it was covered with twenty pounds of hairspray. "Now check the Horcrux on my head?"

"One more thing." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the Marauder's Map hanging behind his desk flew over and fell into his hands: "You should still remember this Marauder's Map I made?"

Harry nodded.

It had almost the same effect as the one in his hand, except that it had an extra line of magic. After midnight, when the names of non-Hogwarts students and Hogwarts employees appeared on the Marauder's Map, an alarm would be sounded.

"Some time ago, many students' pets disappeared." Dumbledore looked at the names moving on the Marauder's Map. The map in his hand had no additional disguise.

McGonagall added: "It is known that there are sixteen Slytherins. Although twelve have been found and confirmed to be a prank by others, there are still four that have not been found. Due to the special nature of Slytherin, I cannot confirm whether these four are a prank or something else."

Snape remained unmoved.

McGonagall continued, "Gryffindor lost one."

"Hufflepuff lost three."

"Ravenclaw lost one."

At this point, he paused. "Hagrid told me that two of his chickens were missing. George and Fred assured me that they definitely did not steal them to roast and eat. Three communal owls were also missing from the owl shed."

"We didn't find any."

Harry nodded. "Not many per house, but together they are a significant number, ten pets in total." He didn't count the Slytherins.

"But this..."

It's just a pet lost, not a big deal.

Dumbledore said softly, "At first, Minerva and I had the same idea. We both thought it was a prank by a student. Until one night, I noticed the hint from the Marauder's Map that an outsider had invaded Hogwarts."

Harry was startled.

Has Hogwarts' security been breached again?

It's really not surprising at all.

"The students' pets are missing. It may be the work of an outsider." Dumbledore tapped the Marauder's Map. "But the problem is that I haven't found out who that outsider is."

"Didn't find it?" Harry was a little surprised.

The magic involved in the Marauder's Map was not very advanced, but it was connected to the entire Hogwarts. Unless the Marauder's Map, the Book of Admission and the Recording Pen were destroyed, even Dumbledore would find it difficult to disappear from the Marauder's Map for a long time.

As for others, it is even more difficult to do this.

Even Harry himself could only disappear from the map for one or two seconds.

Professor Flitwick might be able to hide longer, but in the entire wizarding world, how many wizards can match his level of spellcasting?

"No." Dumbledore nodded. "Even though I looked promptly, I didn't find any name that didn't belong to Hogwarts."

Harry frowned.

"And I find it hard to believe that someone would go to so much trouble to sneak into Hogwarts just for a few students' pets." The Marauder's Map expanded and became three-dimensional, showing them in front of them. "The most precious thing about those pets is the relationship between them and their owners."

"If it's for economic value, then we should go to the Forbidden Forest."

"Although the castle is safer..."

Harry scoffed.

There is himself, Snape and Dumbledore in the castle. For ordinary poachers, this place is much more dangerous than the Forbidden Forest.

"Well, I don't think most people would dare to do such a thing under my nose." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"But he is doing this right under your nose, and you haven't discovered him yet." Harry said expressionlessly, puncturing his words.

Dumbledore was not angry, but still smiled: "That proves that he is not an ordinary person."

"Once we catch him, everything will be clear."

Harry looked at him. "You want me to keep an eye on it?"

"Neither the professors nor I would have noticed it in time." Dumbledore nodded. "Harry, you are much better than us at hunting people down and finding clues."

Harry nodded and responded, "I understand."

Snape snorted and tightened his grip on his wand.

"Okay, let me check the Horcrux for you next." Dumbledore waved his wand, magic power surged out, and the furniture in the office scattered, leaving only a stool in the middle of the room. He snapped his fingers again.

The stool twisted and stretched out to become a long table.

"Harry, lie down."

Harry did as he was told.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, put his wand on the table, borrowed Flitwick's wand, and flicked his wrist. An evil, rotten magical breath spewed out of the wand.

"This smell is so disgusting." Harry stared at the wand, "It's like a bunch of cockroaches crawling around."

"A colony of cockroaches isn't that disgusting," Dumbledore muttered, and cautiously extended his wand towards Harry.

"I said cockroaches," Harry said. "Not candy."

Dumbledore said nothing, but touched Harry's forehead with his wand. "Don't be so nervous, dear. Relax your mind. Your occlumency is unexpectedly powerful."

Harry let his brain loose: "Professor Dumbledore, you should be thankful that you are Dumbledore."

"If someone else had used such evil black magic on me, I would have punched him."

Dumbledore said in a gentle voice: "You beat me, don't forget last Christmas."

"That punch is actually what you should be taking now?" Harry continued along his line of thought.

Dumbledore stopped talking, and even his expression became serious, and Harry also fell silent.

The four deans frowned and raised their wands, hoping that if anything went wrong, they could lend a hand to help in time.

The magic fell on Harry.

Dumbledore reached out, grabbed his nose, and opened his facial features like opening a door, revealing not flesh, bones, or brain, but a complete soul.

Close your eyes, breathe steadily, and become transparent Harry.

On his forehead, curled up a baby not much bigger than a thumb. It had no nose and was having difficulty breathing. It gasped with its mouth open and its eyes tightly closed.

Dumbledore carefully extended his wand and gently lifted the baby's arm, but he only lifted it a little bit. The sticky blue-gray filaments connecting it to Harry's brain snapped like rubber and bounced back with a pull.

"The situation is bad." Snape leaned over, his tone low and sinister, like a knife scraping on a blackboard.

"It's a bit bad." Dumbledore frowned even more tightly. "They are completely glued together. I thought they were just symbiotic, like a mother and child, with the umbilical cord connecting them together."

"Mr. Potter may not be willing to be the Dark Lord's mother." Snape sneered, "What should we do now?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Let me take another look."

He waved his hand and his wand flew back.

Telepathy!