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Chapter 281 Ready
The three of them ran back to the castle and rushed to the headmaster's office as fast as they could, stopping Dumbledore who was about to leave.
Breathless, Belvina poured out her initial plan like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
The principal's office fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.
Belvina looked at Dumbledore with anticipation, convinced that the headmaster would support her plan.
Sirius and Lupin stared intently at Dumbledore, unconvinced that the headmaster would support such a risky and outrageous plan.
After a long silence, the moment of sentencing arrived.
As Belvina expected, Dumbledore agreed to her plan, though it needed some minor modifications.
Belvina was smug; she hadn't trusted the wrong person. Sirius and Lupin were greatly disappointed, their minds preoccupied with how to quickly improve Harry's combat skills.
After leaving the headmaster's office, the trip of three became a trip of four, and Dumbledore also left with them.
When they reached the corridor leading to the Gryffindor Tower, Sirius and Lupin changed course and went to the corridor where the portrait of the Fat Lady was located.
"Professor, were you just about to go out?" Belvina asked, this being the first time she had been alone with Dumbledore since the start of the semester.
Under normal circumstances, Belvina should not inquire about Dumbledore's whereabouts, as that would be against her duty as a subordinate.
However, Belvina was a little carried away today, asking whatever came to mind.
Dumbledore made no attempt to conceal the reason for his departure, stating directly, "I have found a crucial clue concerning Horcruxes."
"If only we could find all the Horcruxes sooner," Belvina sighed sincerely. "No matter how powerful Voldemort is, as long as he's just a mortal, he can still be defeated."
Although Belvina disliked Voldemort's style of doing things, she had to admit that Voldemort was the most dangerous dark wizard in history. Horcruxes were Voldemort's greatest asset, giving him both great magical power and "immortality".
"Tom's trail is so wide that finding his Horcruxes won't be easy," Dumbledore said calmly. "Fortunately, we've already taken down two."
The two Horcruxes destroyed were the locket stolen by Regulus Black and the diary of sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle. Dumbledore continued, "I suspect that the object possessed by a Horcrux must have some special meaning. For example, the diary that can open the Chamber of Secrets and release the Basilisk could be seen as a symbol of Slytherin lineage."
"And the Slytherin locket," Belvina added, "also a symbol of Slytherin lineage."
Dumbledore stopped and looked at Belvina with curiosity.
"I saw a description of the Slytherin locket in an ancestor's notebook, and its shape is basically the same as Regulus' locket."
Belvina explained, "The Gaunt family likes to flaunt their wealth and their Slytherin lineage. My ancestor happened to have seen the Gaunt family locket."
In that notebook, Black relentlessly mocked the Gaunt family, denigrating the ancient Gaunt family as worthless.
They looked down on the Gaunt family's extravagance and ostentation, despised their boasting and ostentation, and were disgusted by their unstable character.
"That's why I want to investigate the relics of the four founders," Dumbledore said. "The Ravenclaw tiara, the Hufflepuff cup, and the Gryffindor sword."
"If these three relics fall into Voldemort's hands and he turns them into Horcruxes, he will truly deserve to die," Belvina said from the bottom of her heart.
If Voldemort turned the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts into Horcruxes, "wasteful" would not even begin to describe his heinous act.
"What worries me more is that the relics of the four founders won't add up to the number 'seven,'" Dumbledore said. "Well, I must go now. I hope my journey today has been fruitful."
Before they knew it, Dumbledore and Belvina had reached the fifth floor of the castle.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Dumbledore continued, "I must remind you once again, and I hope this old man won't bore you: Protect Harry and Belvina, they are our most precious treasures."
"I will, Professor," Belvina said seriously. "If anything happens to him, Sirius will kill me."
"Then may Merlin bless Sirius," Dumbledore said as he walked downstairs.
Before long, Dumbledore's footsteps disappeared completely, and Belvina immediately turned and returned to her office, without going to the construction site to watch people dusting the ground.
Over the next few days, Hogwarts remained peaceful, and the wounded soldiers gradually recovered.
Perhaps because Halloween was approaching, Alastor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts dueling class was temporarily suspended, and the passionate scene of staffs being drawn and thrown at each other disappeared.
The entire school community is eagerly awaiting the end of the month, hoping that the three-way battle will officially begin, except for Hagrid.
Since the start of the semester, Hagrid has focused almost entirely on the blasting snail, wanting nothing more than to figure out its habits.
The Blasttail is a brand new and peculiar creature that Hagrid carefully cultivated, using a man-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast and sixty fire crabs.
As for the cultivation process... don't ask, Belvina doesn't know and doesn't want to know.
All she wanted to say was: Hagrid! You've broken the law, do you know that?!
The Sphinx is a five-star dangerous creature originating from Greece.
Therefore, Hagrid's breeding of the blasting snail was a serious violation of the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments" law.
Perhaps because the Sphinx is extremely dangerous, the Blasttail is also highly aggressive; it can not only breathe fire, but also enjoys killing each other.
At the same time, the appearance of the fried whelk is extremely ugly, resembling a peeled lobster, and it emits an extremely unpleasant fishy smell, as if it were a pile of rotten fish and shrimp that had been sitting in the seafood market for a month.
Even so, Hagrid still considers the blasting snail to be an excessively cute creature, and observing and summarizing its habits is a project he can be proud of.
To be honest, if it weren't for Dumbledore, Hagrid would have lost his position as Professor of Magical Creatures long ago.
Rubeus Hagrid is completely unfit for a teaching position; he has far too many misconceptions about the dangers of magical creatures.
When Hagrid once again displayed his beloved Blasttail in class, the Slytherin students protested, but the Gryffindors remained silent and did not defend Hagrid as they had in the past.
No student likes the ugly and dangerous Blasttail. Even Harry, Harry, and his friends found it hard to accept, let alone other students.
After the lesson on protecting magical creatures ended, the fourth-grade students returned to the castle and suddenly found that there was no room to stand in the hall, as a large group of students had surrounded the hall.
The people were all crowded at the foot of the marble staircase, surrounding a notice and chattering incessantly.
The notice read:
"Representatives from the Triwizard Tournament, represented by Subspatton and Durmstrang, will arrive at 6:00 PM on Friday, October 30th. Afternoon classes will end half an hour early..."
Influenced by this announcement, the Triwizard Tournament once again became the number one trending topic at Hogwarts, appearing in every corner of the school.
You can hear people discussing the three-way battle for supremacy.
The most discussed topics were: who would become the Hogwarts heroes and represent the school in the games, and what the differences were between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and Hogwarts.
While students were busy discussing the three-way battle, faculty and staff were also making final preparations.
Under Professor Flitwick's leadership, the faculty and staff embarked on a thorough cleaning of the castle, giving the ancient castle a complete makeover.
Everywhere, the portraits had been cleaned and polished, and the metal armor in the corridors had been scrubbed until it shone. The newly renovated castle was free of even a single cobweb.
On the morning of October 30th, the Great Hall was completely renovated overnight. The Hogwarts emblem and the symbols of the four houses were made into banners and hung on the walls of the Great Hall.
Belvina arrived at the auditorium early and sat down in the faculty section, right next to Bassheda and Bernard.
Above her head was a giant Hogwarts emblem: a lion, an eagle, a harbinger, and a snake joined together, encircling a large letter H.
Basilda eagerly handed Belvina a loaf of bread smeared with sauce, casually asking, "I heard that Mrs. Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, is very tall?"
"She is the most majestic and powerful woman I have ever seen."
Without hesitation, Belvina said, "Her height is comparable to Hagrid's." This statement surprised not only Bassheda and Bernard, but also Hagrid, who was preoccupied with the Blasttail.
Belvina thought for a moment and added, "She looks about as tall as Hagrid."
"Is she like me? Is she like me?"
Hagrid appeared suddenly beside Belvina as if he were a phantom, his massive shadow enveloping her entirely.
"I don't know, I'm not sure. How could I possibly ask about something like this?" Belvina said. "But I guess she's probably in the same boat as you."
It has never been a secret that Rupert Hagrid, Hogwarts' patron professor of magical creatures, is a half-giant.
The professors almost all knew about Hagrid's lineage, and some students could guess it as well. Only a few people would simply think that Hagrid was just tall.
It should be noted that Hagrid is at least ten feet tall, far exceeding the range of normal human height. When he stands next to Belvina, Belvina looks like a child in comparison.
According to Belvina's estimation, Mrs. Maxim's height is similar to Hagrid's, which basically confirms that she is a mixed-race giant like Hagrid.
"They should be like me," Hagrid murmured, a wildly broad smile spreading across his rugged face.
Belvina, Basilda Bernard, and the three onlookers all wore what could only be described as lewd smiles, as if they were about to witness the entire process of an iron tree blooming.