Therefore, the simplest and most direct way to make a Horcrux is to kill.

The most important thing is that the more times the soul is torn apart, the weaker it will become, and the easier it will be for its personality to be affected by the enhanced murderous intention accumulated at the moment of being torn apart.

Judging from Voldemort's current reaction, he made at least six to seven Horcruxes before he became so crazy and irrational.

Therefore, the young Voldemort seemed to be the least affected and the most rational one.

This also means that actually making only one Horcrux will not have such a big impact on the mind."

"You can deduce so much from just one Horcrux. Your talent in the field of magic is really scary." Dumbledore's tone revealed extremely complex emotions.

Ever since Voldemort became a madman, he has been trying to completely eliminate the method of making Horcruxes from the wizarding world.

But now, it is obviously impossible to do it.

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Zuo Si knew what the old man was worried about, and immediately smiled and assured: "Don't worry, Professor. I'm not interested in Horcruxes, a method of immortality with huge flaws. I just want to understand the knowledge, technology and principles contained in it."

, see if it can be applied in other places."

But Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is what I am most worried about. You have unparalleled power and a mind far beyond that of any wizard, including me. You will definitely create many shocking things in the future."

Amazing things. I just hope you can think twice before using these things instead of leaving them to those incompetent guys to deal with."

"If you are referring to the Sorcerer's Stone, in fact Voldemort never really got it." Zuo Si spread his hands indifferently.

"Forget it, I knew you wouldn't listen to me. Go and do your work, the people from the Ministry of Magic are still waiting for you outside." Dumbledore waved his hand and ended the conversation.

Just when Zuo Si was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a bottle of viscous liquid that exuded as bright as a burning flame from his desk, and threw it out with force.

"Go on! I think with your current magic level, it's time to use this."

Zuo Si subconsciously reached out to catch it, and suddenly showed an extremely surprised expression: "Is this... the blood of Phoenix?"

Dumbledore explained patiently: "That's right. It's Fox's blood before and after Nirvana mixed together, which symbolizes death and rebirth, which is of extraordinary value even to ordinary wizards.

But its real function is to give a person with the blood of the Dumbledore family a chance to transform and be reborn.

You need to drink it on the last day of the year and then resist the burning sensation for up to an hour until the first day of the new year arrives.

By then you will feel a different world and yourself."

"Thank you very much."

Zuo Si quickly stuffed the bottle of Phoenix blood into a shoulder bag specially used to carry important items.

You know, he wanted to get some Phoenix blood, but he never found the opportunity.

"You're welcome. Whether you want to use the surname Dumbledore or not, you can't hide the blood flowing through you. I'm just fulfilling the responsibilities and obligations of an elder."

Dumbledore obviously did not know what the Phoenix blood he sent meant, nor did he know how powerful and amazing the magic cloning and biological hybridization technology in Faerûn was.

Not to mention a bottle of blood containing vitality and vitality, even a single hair can give you a bunch of clones and hybrid mutants.

As soon as he walked out of the principal's office, Zuo Si was immediately surrounded by Umbridge, who was waiting in the corridor outside the door, with a group of Ministry of Magic officials, and asked in an impatient tone: "Your Excellency Soth, that magic stone has been stolen."

You took it back, right?"

"Of course. But to be honest, I am very dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's performance and response to this crisis. You have not shown the ability to protect the safety of the Sorcerer's Stone at all." Zuo Si complained deliberately pretending to be disgusted.

"That's not a problem with the Ministry of Magic, but because of Fudge's stupidity and incompetence!" An official in his fifties immediately became furious and cursed.

Another older witch next to him also echoed: "Yes! It's all Fudge's fault! He could have hired more Aurors by increasing the budget to ensure the safety of the entire British wizarding world. But what happened? Patronism

Because I am greedy for pleasure, I don’t use my money wisely.”

"Bah! A guy like this has the nerve to call himself the greatest Minister of Magic in British history? He even wants to get himself an Order of Merlin? This is so shameless!"

"What's funny is that he still insists on not giving up his seat."

"Don't worry! Wait for the approval from the parliament in two days, and he will have to get out if he doesn't want to leave."

……

Following a flurry of accusations, the current Minister of Magic Fudge seemed to have suddenly gone from a "good leader" praised by everyone to a sinner in the entire British wizarding community.

No way!

Azkaban was hijacked and the Ministry of Magic was invaded. For these two extremely bad things, one person had to be found to take the blame.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it look like the entire Ministry of Magic is full of rubbish and straw bags from top to bottom?

Under the guidance of this thought, and Umbridge's private operations, many people quickly reached an agreement to push Fudge out as the scapegoat.

At that time, no matter what kind of blame is placed directly on his head, others will naturally be able to escape this political turmoil and continue to stay in their positions and dominate.

It can be said that in terms of bureaucratic habits, the British Ministry of Magic has learned the true inheritance of the British bureaucracy, and has practiced inaction and shirking responsibilities to the point of perfection.

You know, these are the same people who were praising Fudge all day long a week ago.

But now when something happens, my face changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

Of course, they have another purpose here today, which is to get the Magic Stone back.

Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic's largest income will be cut off immediately.

The loss of income means that the previously increased salary and allowances cannot be maintained at all, and both you and the lower-level staff below will complain.

After all, welfare can only increase but not decrease.

Looking at the almost flattering and flattering faces, Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took out the magic stone directly from his pocket, and said expressionlessly: "It's not impossible to give it to you. But who can guarantee the future?

Will something similar happen again?"

Instantly!

The eyes of everyone present revealed extremely strong greed and desire.

"Your Excellency Soth, I want to talk to you alone."

Umbridge obviously realized this was an opportunity and immediately stepped forward.

Her behavior immediately attracted the glares of several other people who wanted to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.

Just when one of them wanted to speak, Zuo Si suddenly nodded in agreement: "Okay. Let's go over there."

Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, the two people quickly came to a window sill on the upper floor of the castle, admiring the scenery outside the window from a high position.

After about five or six seconds, Umbridge couldn't help but test in a low voice: "The agreement between us is still valid, right?"

"Of course! My greatest advantage is that I abide by the contract." Zuo Si replied in the affirmative without hesitation.

Hearing this answer, Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief and stared directly at the Philosopher's Stone and continued: "Then can you hand over the Philosopher's Stone to me? With it, I can balance the interests of all parties and succeed.

Sit in the position of Minister of Magic. Of course, in return, you may also receive information and results in all cutting-edge fields from the Ministry of Magic."

"Haha, haven't you noticed yet?" Zuo Si glanced at the other party with a half-smile.

"What did you notice?"

Umbridge blinked in confusion.

"How slow! Lucius Malfoy hasn't been taking the lead in supporting you recently? Why do you think he would do this?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.

Umbridge's eyes instantly shone, and she asked in an excited tone: "You mean...the Malfoy family supports me under your instructions?"

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. I have set up the stage for you, and then it depends on your own performance. As for the magic stone, I can't hand it to you directly, that will make everything look confusing.

It’s like it’s been arranged in advance. The most important thing about political games is to look fair and just, even if it’s just on the surface.”

"Then how do I get back the Philosopher's Stone?" Umbridge asked humbly.

"It's very simple! Make some achievements that everyone can see, such as taking this opportunity to gather some forces, especially the power to dispatch and control Aurors. You will naturally make others believe that you have

The ability to protect the safety of the Magic Stone. Then I will naturally send the Magic Stone back."

Zuo Si gave some operational suggestions very simply.

"That's it."

As a mercenary and cunning politician, Umbridge has been working in the Ministry of Magic for so many years, and she immediately realized the wisdom of doing so.

With the current Minister of Magic out of power, whoever controls the Aurors with law enforcement powers is equivalent to controlling the police and military of the British wizarding world.

When the time comes, with one hand holding the military power and the other holding the financial and profit distribution rights brought by the Philosopher's Stone, the Ministry of Magic will naturally be able to obey him from top to bottom.

No one else can compete with him for the position of Minister of Magic.

Thinking of this, Umbridge's face suddenly showed a smile of excitement and joy: "Thank you very much for your suggestion. I promise that when I take the position of Minister of Magic, I will meet all your requests without reservation.

Whether it's legal or illegal."

"I hope so."

Zuo Si smiled disapprovingly, put away the magic stone, turned around and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the lower level.

When he arrived near the third floor, Snape, who was waiting here, immediately came out of the dark corner and asked nervously: "What did Dumbledore talk to you?"
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"Nothing, some topics about Voldemort and Horcruxes." Zuo Si replied casually.

"That's all? Didn't he mention Harry?" Snape frowned subconsciously.
To be continued...