Luck is really hard to say.


    Take Voldemort for example.


    When I was young, I lived in an orphanage. I thought my life would be so mediocre. Who knew that I would be invited to the magic school when I was a teenager.


    From then on, he was elated and saw that he was about to dominate England, but he was forcibly buried by his newborn baby.


    After a long silence, he finally got the curtain from heaven and the ring representing the "dark Master". Before he could be happy, he was wiped out by the Ministry of magic and reduced to the sewer.


    Resurrected, jailed, escaped, killed by Sauron, resurrected, fled all over Europe, resurrected, chased by the Ministry of magic, wanted to lose, and was killed


    Sometimes Voldemort really regretted it.


    Why did you make so many Horcruxes!


    ......


    "Click."


    Without warning, the golden cup in front of him cracked and Dumbledore''s pupils shrank.


    He thought for a few minutes and finally decided to ask someone to understand.


    "Klein, are you free?"


    After a while, there was a movement in the "secret spell".


    "The subscriber you are calling is busy, please redial later."


    Dumbledore: "


    "Stop it."


    He rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly.


    "Headmaster, don''t you think you''ve been looking for me too often recently? I''m also very busy."


    Klein, who didn''t know where he was, was a little impatient.


    Dumbledore didn''t hear it - adolescence is more rebellious.


    "I really have something to do. Come here... Voldemort''s Horcrux suddenly cracked just now."


    "Split?"


    Klein at the other end seemed surprised and paused, he replied.


    "Well, I''ll come now."


    Dumbledore was relieved to get a positive answer.


    With a wave of his wand, the portraits of the headmaster on the wall fell into a deep sleep.


    He did it so smoothly


    Seven or eight minutes later, Klein came, wearing a strange coat.


    "You are... Forget it, let''s have a look at this."


    Dumbledore wanted to say something, but in the end, he temporarily pressed down the mess and pushed the broken gold cup to the front.


    "It''s really broken!"


    Seeing the golden cup, Klein couldn''t get back.


    "What''s going on?"


    Dumbledore asked quickly.


    "Where do I know? I''ve been at school and never gone out.


    Besides, if the Horcrux is placed with you, Mr. principal, you shouldn''t find the reason from yourself. What does it have to do with me? "


    Klein spread his hands, looking helpless.


    But Dumbledore did not buy it.


    "Come on, you already knew something when you asked Auror''s office and the Department of mystery affairs to chase Voldemort.


    Now one of Voldemort''s Horcruxes has lost its function, which means that Voldemort has lost another life without my knowledge... "


    "This is not a good thing!"


    Before the old man finished, Klein interrupted him.


    "Voldemort lost another card. Congratulations, congratulations."


    "But my plan is over!"


    Dumbledore could not help rubbing his temples.


    He wanted to lead Voldemort out, together with Voldemort himself, destroy all Horcruxes and do his best in one fell swoop.


    It''s good now. Voldemort died before he came out.


    After planning for a long time, dare you play in vain?


    "This... This really has nothing to do with me.


    I''m so busy with the Christmas ball recently that I can''t sneak out of school under your old man''s eyes and kill Voldemort before I come back! "


    Klein spoke softly with an innocent face.


    "Besides, it''s a good thing that the plan failed. After all, there''s still a last Horcrux that hasn''t been found..."


    "Alasto is already investigating this matter."


    Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly.


    Poor "crazy eyed man", he has to run around in cold weather~


    "Then wait until he finds out what."


    The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Klein tried to go.


    "Today, I''ll leave first. Tell me when you have new progress."


    Then, without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, he left the office wrapped in his newly invented down coat.


    After Klein walked for a long time, Dumbledore kept the same posture.


    He pushed his half moon glasses, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.


    Klein didn''t tell him the truth. He knew it.


    People have secrets.


    But this time, he must investigate it clearly.


    Just do it.


    Dumbledore locked the door and went straight to the edge of the stone basin in the corner.


    This is a meditation basin, which is generally used to sort out and check memory, but it can also be used as a divination prop at a specific time.


    As a legendary wizard famous in Europe, Dumbledore''s magic level is far higher than that of ordinary casters, and all kinds of Secrets come at hand.


    With the help of a series of auxiliary tools, he began divination.


    "The secret of Voldemort''s death."


    "The man who killed Voldemort."


    "The whereabouts of Voldemort."


    The old man asked three questions in turn according to the divination method, and the mercury like liquid in the meditation basin began to surge.


    "Buzz."


    More than ten seconds later, the magic wave broke out and the first divination failed.


    But Dumbledore was not discouraged.


    Except for those born with natural knowledge, divination has a great chance of failure.


    Even if you succeed, you won''t really show everything. You can only guess.


    "Where Voldemort died."


    "The scene Voldemort saw before he died."


    "The whereabouts of Voldemort''s last Horcrux."


    Three more questions, Dumbledore waited patiently for the spiritual response.


    I don''t know whether his magic is too superb or whether his mind moved heaven. For the second time, some pictures finally appeared in the meditation basin.


    "Wooden tables and chairs... Is it a pub or restaurant? And what is this, blue, a snake..."


    What divination showed was very vague, and Dumbledore could only guess.


    The only thing he knows now is that Voldemort died in a restaurant or coffee shop. It was a dark blue flame giant snake that killed him. What spell should it be.


    "Hoo ~ well, at least not without a clue now."


    Mumbling to himself, Dumbledore smiled.


    He closed his eyes and refreshed himself. He took a deep breath and began his third divination.


    "The whereabouts of the Voldemort."


    "The man who killed Voldemort."


    "Voldemort''s current position."


    There are still three questions.


    Dumbledore put his hands on the edge of the stone basin, waiting for the spiritual response.


    "Buzz."


    Mercury like liquid suddenly became dark and thick like ink.


    Dumbledore frowned slightly.


    In the darkness, dazzling lights flashed, and an invisible building stood silent in the light of suspected lightning.