"There is one thing that I always feel strange, Professor."

The wet and salty sea breeze blew against Sherlock's face, and the sound of waves hitting the reefs kept coming from around him. He and Dumbledore walked side by side on the beach at night and asked his doubts.

"If he just wanted to live forever, wouldn't the Philosopher's Stone be a faster and more convenient option at the beginning? I've met Nick Lemay, who is indeed knowledgeable and knowledgeable, but others may not say what he looks like. If Voldemort really wanted to do something to him when he was young, I don't think he could resist at all."

The night wind at four o'clock in the morning blew Dumbledore's robe, and he seemed very happy that Sherlock could ask such questions.

"When you were not yet a professor at Hogwarts, four years ago, he had planned to grab that thing. But I think there are many reasons why the Philosopher's Stone is not as good as the Horcrux's appetite for Voldemort."

"The elixir of immortality can indeed prolong life, but it must be consumed frequently and forever to remain immortal."

"In that case, Voldemort would rely entirely on this medicine, and if it was used up or contaminated, or if the Philosopher's Stone was stolen, he would die like everyone else."

"Voldemort likes to act alone. He never regards his subordinates as allies or reliable partners, but more like tools. I believe he will feel that dependence is intolerable, even if it is elixir of immortality."

"Of course, four years ago, he was willing to drink it, to get rid of the terrible half-life and half-death state he attacked Harry, but it was just to regain his body."

"After that, I believe he still plans to continue relying on his Horcrux. He no longer needs anything else, as long as he can regain a human body. He is already immortal... or is closer to immortality than anyone else."

Sherlock followed Dumbledore and said thinking while walking.

"He has always believed in himself and never gave this trust to others, even a dead thing like a Philosopher's Stone."

"This may be his natural habit, or perhaps his character developed later through experience," said Dumbledore.

There were many uneven rocks on the ground. When not using magic, Dumbledore was just an elderly man. It was inconvenient to walk on such a road, and Sherlock was supporting him at the right time.

"Even when it comes to choosing items as Horcruxes. Voldemort likes to collect souvenirs, he likes items with powerful magic and historical significance."

"His pride, his superiority, and his determination to gain an amazing position in the history of magic have made me think that Voldemort would carefully select his Horcrux and prefer items worthy of this honor."

"The four treasures of the four founders are extremely attractive to Voldemort, and the other three are likely to have made him succeed, but I am sure that the only known relics of Gryffindor are safe and sound."

Sherlock was a little confused.

"Isn't that sorting hat also a relic of Gryffindor?"

"Because the branch hat itself is not just a hat that can sing and can identify other people's qualities. It is actually the same thing as the Gryffindor sword. The hat is actually the scabbard of the sword. This is why, in the year when I was opened in the secret room, I asked Fox to bring that hat to you."

They walked and chatted, and at this time they had arrived at a cliff.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me being tripped by these stones. Although I am older, my physical fitness is indeed not as good as you young people, but I am not as old as I can't walk."

Dumbledore was not humble. His actions did not look very consistent with his appearance. His actions were very agile, more like a young man.

"This is where Riddle's orphanage was before?"

Looking at the surrounding environment, Sherlock felt a little unbelievable. Britain is at least an economic power in modern times, so how could the social welfare system be so bad?

Dumbledore explained.

"To be precise, it's not here. There is a place that barely calls a village on the halfway waist of the cliffs behind us."

"They brought the orphans there and let them breathe the air of the sea and look at the waves, and I think only Tom Riddle and the few kids he bullied had been to this place where we are now."

"Muggles cannot climb this big rock unless they are particularly good at climbing, and the boats cannot get close to the cliffs. The surrounding waters are too dangerous. I can imagine how Riddle climbed up. Magic must be more effective than ropes. He also brought two children, probably to the pleasure of intimidating them."

Finally they stood on the largest reef, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and used the illumination spell.

The soft fluorescent light illuminated the dark stone wall, and they also saw a long and narrow crack.

The sea water poured into the crack, swirled inside, and flowed into a deeper place.

"I found this place alongside Riddle's childhood experience, but it's not enough to rely on me alone. We need to speed up, Sherlock, today is the day to start school, and we have to rush back early to attend the entrance dinner. You shouldn't mind your clothes getting wet."

Sherlock certainly didn't care, and when Dumbledore asked this question, he had already held his wand in his mouth, then gently slid from the pebble into the sea and swam towards the dark crack on the surface of the rock.

The old body seemed to be completely unwilling to care about the cold sea water, and Sherlock followed him, following closely behind.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark secret passage. Sherlock could see that the secret passage would definitely be filled with sea water when the tide was high.

The mud-stained rock walls on both sides were only three feet wide, and under the flash of light from Dumbledore's wand, it shone like tar, and went in a little further, turning to the left, and you could see it stretching to the deepest part of the cliff.

So they walked forward for about a few minutes. Sherlock saw Dumbledore standing straight from the water, his silver-white hair and black robe reflected the light of water.

This is a cave, with layers of high stone steps underwater that allow them to walk into the center of the cave.

Dumbledore held the still-lit wand and carefully observed the walls and tops of the cave, while Sherlock used magic to dry the two's wet robes back.
Chapter completed!