Under the threat of Fiendfyre, a faint black mist rose from the necklace, and Elvis Heller's soul emerged within it.
He looked at the old man and the young man before him with cold eyes, his voice filled with deep despair, "Albus Dumbledore, Karl Orolin, it seems I have failed yet again."
Noticing Elvis Heller's emotional state, the kind Karl quickly offered comfort.
"It's alright, Professor Heller, failure is the mother of success. Failing twice just means there's a bit too much motherly love."
"However, you used to tell me that creating multiple Horcruxes was a foolish act, so I suppose you won't have a third chance."
"But that's not a problem. It's not a big deal. Just be more careful in your next life."
Elvis Heller stared at Karl with hatred. "The main body even told you all this? It seems you not only burned the Acromantula but also did many more things that defy the gods."
Karl smiled and spread his hands like a bear, "So what? How many Dumbledores do the Tuatha Dé Danann have? If Herpo the Foul has the guts, he should come to Hogwarts and duel Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore: (._.)
What does that mean? Has the old man become a unit of measurement? Is this a bit inauspicious?
And this brat's words are too—too friendly. I'm suddenly a little worried Grindelwald will be corrupted by him.
Hearing Karl's provocative words, Elvis Heller's soul trembled with anger.
If glares could turn into swords, Karl would have been finely chopped by now.
"How did you find me?"
Elvis Heller couldn't understand. To divert Dumbledore's attention, he first had his subordinates operate in the Forbidden Forest, and then secretly helped Quirinus Quirrell ambush the young Wizard.
Logically, they should be focusing on the main body and Quirinus Quirrell right now, so how did they find him?
Karl felt that this guy was a bit unlucky, perhaps his Bazi clashed with his own, always falling into his hands.
"Actually, if you hadn't done anything, we really wouldn't have found you, but you always like to cause trouble, don't you?"
"First you tricked me into looking for Horcruxes, now you're using Dark Arts to ambush Harry Potter. It's normal to be caught when you make too many small moves."
Elvis Heller looked at Karl with a twisted expression, "You found me, but didn't you find Quirinus Quirrell?
He was the one who used Dark Arts first! Didn't you notice anything unusual about him?"
Karl nodded honestly, "We did, and we also know he has Lord Voldemort's soul."
"Then why aren't you looking for him? Lord Voldemort! Your number one enemy at Hogwarts! He wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect himself! Aren't you going to do anything?"
Elvis Heller felt like he was about to explode with anger. He suspected Dumbledore was suffering from senile dementia due to old age.
The venomous snake has already crawled into the bed, so why kill the mosquito first?
Bah! I'm so angry I'm confused! I'm not a mosquito! These two lunatics!
Karl and Dumbledore exchanged glances, attempting to explain to the guy who was on the verge of breaking down.
"How should I put this? Lord Voldemort is a fish that has already taken the bait, and you are a disruptive invasive species, so of course we have to deal with you first, so we can reel in the fish with peace of mind."
Elvis Heller: —
Forget it! I'm tired! Let's just destroy everything!
"Professor Heller, do you have any last words?"
Karl showed an honest and simple smile, "Like where you hid your money? The most painful thing in a person's life is to die without spending their money. I'll help you, it's my duty."
Hearing this, Elvis Heller wished he had a body so he could smear dog shit on his face.
"You can't kill me!"
"Why not? What right does a Horcrux have to bargain?"
Sealing the main body's soul of Elvis Heller before was out of concern for his Horcrux resurrecting.
Now that the Horcrux has delivered itself, are we not going to kill it and keep it for the New Year to make dumplings together?
Elvis Heller snorted, "Because I can give you some help, Headmaster Dumbledore, you wouldn't want Hogwarts to be destroyed, would you?"
Karl: ∑(A°=°A°)
Holy cow! What kind of outrageous statement is this?
You scoundrel, you're plotting against Dumbledore! I'll report you to Grindelwald!
Dumbledore looked at Karl with confusion; he felt the boy's gaze was a bit strange.
"Mr. Heller, if you are referring to the Dark Wizards under your command, then please forgive my bluntness, they are incapable of causing any damage to Hogwarts."
Elvis Heller naturally understood this, otherwise, he, a Horcrux, wouldn't have to risk it himself.
"Of course not! It's the enemies of that Adult from the past. They won't allow that Adult to complete his soul, and they will definitely confront you, and I can provide you with information about them!"
Karl scratched his head, "Well, your enemies are our friends, aren't they?"
"Heh! Naive child! For them, completely destroying the spirit body and Hogwarts is the only truly foolproof plan!"
Elvis Heller stared intently at Dumbledore, "So? What's your decision?"
Dumbledore looked at Gemma Farley in the wall. This poor young Witch was severely injured physically by Karl, and her soul was corroded by the Horcrux. She had just barely escaped its control, and then she heard various terrifying news, including about Lord Voldemort. Under the shock to her mind, she was on the verge of fainting again.
"Mr. Heller," Dumbledore's deep gaze held a sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at him, "Whoever wishes to harm Hogwarts will certainly not succeed, and will pay an extremely heavy price."
"Karl, do it."
"Understood!"
Receiving the instruction, Karl's mind stirred, and the Fiendfyre enveloping the necklace churned.
"No! You'll regret this!"
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