A New Wand Core

"You're something else, Silvan!" When they lifted their heads from the Pensieve, Harry looked at Silvan beside him in astonishment. "You were right—Voldemort really did make seven Horcruxes!"

"Yes," Dumbledore said softly. "It truly is incredible. The last time I was this surprised was when I interviewed Professor Sybill Trelawney."

Silvan noticed that as Dumbledore spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Harry, his expression complicated, as though he were lost in thought.

Harry, however, failed to notice this and kept chatting with Silvan.

"It's a shame Hermione isn't here. Otherwise, she wouldn't think all Divination is a fraud."

"Even if she saw it, she wouldn't believe it," Silvan said. "She'd only think I got lucky and guessed right."

"You might be right about that." Thinking of Hermione's personality, Harry shrugged helplessly.

He turned to Dumbledore again.

"Professor, that memory hasn't been altered this time, has it?"

"That's right, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I have waited a long time for this evidence. It confirms my theory, proves that I was right, and tells me that the road ahead is still a long one—"

Silvan noticed that all the old headmasters in the portraits on the walls had awakened and were eavesdropping on their conversation.

Dumbledore did not mind in the slightest. He was analyzing with Harry how Voldemort might have made his Horcruxes.

"In fact, we have already dealt with nearly half of them—or rather, Silvan alone has dealt with a third.

Dumbledore looked at Silvan. The locket from before, as well as the diary from even earlier, had both been made into wands by Silvan.

Whenever Dumbledore thought of this, he could not help but feel that it was unbelievable.

He had never imagined that a diary already made into a Horcrux could be taken by Silvan and turned into a