Chew, chew, chew, chew... swallow—
After finishing the last apple cinnamon pie, Professor Dumbledore listened to Adam's story and examined the diary, which had only four pages left.
Looking at the somewhat pitiful diary, Professor Dumbledore suddenly sighed.
Tom, had you ever imagined that the Horcrux you created by taking a life would one day become so fragile?
"What is it, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Nothing. I merely thought of a few things..."
Professor Dumbledore shook his head and began answering Adam's questions.
"This diary should be a Horcrux, an extremely evil dark magical object. One must kill a person to create it, which is why it possesses such powerful magical resistance."
As he said this, Professor Dumbledore's brows twitched.
"In fact, most methods in this world cannot harm it..." Otherwise, Voldemort would not have gone so far as to split his soul in order to make Horcruxes.
Unfortunately, Voldemort's Horcrux had encountered Adam.
As he reflected on this, Professor Dumbledore suddenly remembered the basilisk. If he recalled correctly, the basilisk's evil magic was also sufficient to destroy a Horcrux.
"Is the basilisk's body still in the Chamber of Secrets?"
"Oh, no. It isn't dead yet."
"It isn't dead? Good... huh?!"
Professor Dumbledore's eyes widened as he watched Adam pull a dark, round container from his shoulder bag. Looking closely, it turned out to be a glass jar wrapped in black cloth.
"I shrank the basilisk and caught it. It's in here."
As Adam spoke, he pulled back a small gap in the gauze and peeked inside.
"It's sleeping right now."
"..."
Professor Dumbledore opened his mouth, his mind momentarily unable to process this.
"Professor, do you want to see it?"
"Er, no."
Professor Dumbledore finally sorted out his thoughts.
"You... shrank the basilisk?"
"Yes. Its strength shrank with it, so now