So, to unlock the ring's secret, Victor could probably just use a drop of Harry's blood. And if Harry's blood didn't work, he could always go and get some from other pure-blood families.
The students in Slytherin House included almost all of the pure-blood families in Britain, so there had to be one that would work. And if all else failed, he could always take a trip over to America. There was a family there with the surname Stewart that was a genuinely documented descendant of Slytherin.
Victor put the ring away for now. In addition to finding the right blood, he had another method: to forcibly break the alchemical runes on the ring that detected bloodlines.
However, after careful consideration, he decided not to act recklessly, as he didn't know if Slytherin had left any traps on the ring.
If he were to use brute force to break the runes and cause the ring to self-destruct, wouldn't all his efforts be for nothing?
"Perhaps I should go and see that alchemy master who has lived for hundreds of years? But is he still alive without the Philosopher's Stone?" Victor shook his head, then used spatial magic to leave the secret pool.
He didn't notice that the moment he took the ring from the stone platform, the rock walls around the pool vibrated ever so slightly. The moment he left the underground pool, a piece of rock suddenly fell and hit the calm water, creating a small splash. And from where the rock had fallen, a huge black scale was revealed from within the wall…
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Unbeknownst to them, it was already dinnertime.
The young wizards walked into the Great Hall in a bustling crowd, ready to eat. Every single one of them was still discussing the Basilisk incident from lunchtime. It was a rare sight to see Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall both sitting at the head table outside of a holiday feast.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Seeing that most of the young wizards had arrived, Professor McGonagall tapped a goblet and shouted, "Students, please be quiet!"
The students immediately fell silent, all guessing that she was going to talk about the Basilisk.
Sure enough, Dumbledore slowly stood up and began to speak. "Good evening, students! I am now going to give you an explanation regarding the Basilisk that appeared at the school this afternoon…"
He was still using the same story they had used to appease the Ministry of Magic.
However, as the young wizards listened, a string of ellipses floated above their heads. They all stared with dead eyes at the white-bearded old man on the stage who was telling a story with a straight face.
Headmaster, who are you trying to fool? Do you think we're blind or deaf? If we hadn't seen the Basilisk fly out of the wall with our own eyes, we might have believed your nonsense!
Everyone knows that while a Boggart can mimic the form of other creatures, it can't mimic their body or their abilities. If that snake was really a Boggart, it would have reverted to its original form the moment Dreyar blasted it through the wall, and we wouldn't have all this trouble afterward!
Also, we heard a few professors mention the name "Basilisk" more than once at the scene. And Dreyar even shouted that he was going to use this Basilisk for the Ravenclaw final exam. We heard all of that clearly! So could you at least make the story a little more believable? At least don't insult our intelligence! Can you do that? Hello??? Pick up the phone!!!
Of course, Dumbledore couldn't hear the young wizards' thoughts. He continued to make up stories on the stage. But in reality, he didn't expect the students to believe the story. He just needed to be able to fool the Ministry of Magic.
The Basilisk incident continued to ferment within Hogwarts for a week before it gradually faded from the students' conversations as a result of human nature to forget.
It was the weekend, and Victor was suddenly called to Dumbledore's office.
"Good morning, Victor!"
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore!" The two of them greeted each other.
"Is there something you need on a weekend like this? Do you want me to deal with the ice in the pipes?" Victor asked first.
"Oh, no! Of course not!" Dumbledore immediately denied it. "The school's house-elves have already cleared most of the blocked pipes, so you don't need to lift a finger!"
To be honest, he never intended to ask Victor to help with the pipes. He could only imagine Victor using a powerful fire spell to blast all the pipes at Hogwarts.
"Then why did you call me here? Is there some new, delicious snack?" Victor ran over to the snack cabinet and began to expertly rummage through it.
"I called you here because of Tom's Horcrux!"
"Horcrux?!" Hearing Dumbledore's words, Victor subconsciously looked around, but didn't see the book he had in mind, so he asked, "You haven't found it?!"
"No!" Dumbledore nodded. "It seems because you handled the Basilisk too quickly, it hid itself. The entire Hogwarts is terrifyingly quiet!"
"Huh?! And you're blaming me?!" Victor pointed to himself with an indignant expression.
"It is because you tipped it off that the Horcrux got scared and hid!" Dumbledore glared at Victor, then continued, "But that's not the key right now! According to some books on Horcruxes, if a person wants to be resurrected through a Horcrux, they must continuously steal a person's life or soul and then, after getting an empty shell of a body, they will take it over! This stealing is invisible and extremely difficult to detect! So now I'm very worried that as time goes by, Tom might silently replace someone in the school and be completely resurrected!"
"What's the point of worrying so much? The bottom line is that there's no way to find the Horcrux hidden in the school!" Victor rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll help out! After all, if this thing stays hidden in the school, it will be a disaster sooner or later! Who knows how much trouble it will cause me then!"
"What do you plan to do?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"You don't have to worry about what I do!" Victor unwrapped a Chocolate Frog from the snack cabinet and put it in his mouth. He said with his cheeks puffed out, "But Professor, don't worry, I won't do anything that will attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic!"
Upon hearing that last sentence, the look of vigilance in Dumbledore's eyes subsided a little.
After leaving Dumbledore's office, Victor teleported to the guild headquarters and went straight to a specific person.
"Draco, I have a few questions for you!" Victor dragged the young master out of his room.
"Master, what's the matter?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Where is your family's address?"
"Master, why are you asking that?" Draco's face instantly turned a little pale. "I didn't tell my family a single thing about you or the guild. Please don't make things difficult for my father!"
"What are you thinking?!" Victor rolled his eyes and smacked him on the head. "I am going to see your father, but it's just to ask him a few questions!"
"I can give you some Galleons…" Draco said, still not quite believing him while holding his head.
Seeing this, Victor's eyes turned dead fish-like. He raised his hand to smack him again and cursed, "I beg you to use your pig brain to think for a moment! First of all, you're a member of Fairy Tail now. If I really wanted to deal with your father, would I need to come to you?! Do you think your family lives in some mysterious place? I'm asking you because I'm the Guild Master, and I respect every member of my guild. Otherwise, I would have just used Legilimency on you, or I could just go and ask Snape the same thing!"
Draco held his head, his hand turning bright red from the smack. He looked up at Victor with a trembling voice and asked, "Really?!"
"Really!" A few hashtags appeared on Victor's forehead. "Are you going to tell me or not?!"
"I'll tell you!" Draco shouted, and immediately told him his family's address. The next second, the Guild Master's figure was gone.
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Wiltshire, England, the Malfoy family mansion.
At this moment, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, were leisurely drinking afternoon tea in their luxurious living room.
"Did Draco send a letter back?" Lucius suddenly asked. A month ago, he found out that his son had successfully joined the Fairy Tail Guild created by Victor Dreyar, and since then, he had been waiting for a letter from Draco with information about Victor.
"Not yet!" Narcissa took a sip of her red tea and replied slowly.
"What is he thinking? It's been over a month, and he still hasn't found out anything?!" Lucius frowned, looking a little angry.
"Lucius, I think we should just drop this!" Narcissa said with a worried expression, trying to advise him again. "Victor Dreyar is too mysterious, and Draco is still young. He simply doesn't have the ability to handle a job like this."
"The Parkinson family sent a letter two days ago. The people who went to the Lovegood's house still haven't been found, so there's a good chance they're dead! I don't care what they do, Victor Dreyar is too dangerous. Even a fool would know that the paintings he drew to humiliate the Dark Lord couldn't have been something he learned about by chance! So even if we can't deal with him, I at least need to have information about him, instead of being completely clueless about a person who could pose a threat to our family!"
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