Moscow, Russian Ministry of Magic.

"So..."

Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, nervously fidgeted with the hat in his hands, losing his usual composure. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the hesitant and anxious state when he had just taken office as Minister of Magic.

"Everything is true? The one whose name must not be spoken has really returned?"

"Yes."

Not far away, "Newt Scamander" nodded.

Besides this magizoologist, the Russian Minister of Magic, the Ukrainian Minister of Magic, the Belarusian Minister of Magic, and the commissioner of the International Confederation of Wizards... were also in the room, each with a solemn expression.

Just a few minutes ago, they had synchronized the "Black Magic Parade" that took place on the Russian magic street with Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore, who had rushed over. Without a doubt, this was just a signal, or rather, a blatant provocation aimed at the incompetent national ministries of magic and the international magical community.

"I am very sorry, Cornelius, to be precise..."

Dumbledore sighed lightly, and said in a grave tone.

"Voldemort never left. The defeat ten years ago did not make him disappear. He just changed his form and lurked in the magical world, silently gathering strength, waiting for the day to make a comeback."

"That's a Horcrux, isn't it? The legendary, extremely crazy, extremely evil dark magic?"

Newt Scamander (【Data Deleted】) frowned and asked thoughtfully.

Dumbledore nodded with a serious expression, staring at the black gemstone ring, his face somewhat gloomy.

"So... could you please explain, what is a Horcrux?"

The Ukrainian Minister of Magic glanced between Dumbledore and Newt for a few seconds, shrugging with a puzzled look.

"At least in my opinion, it's just an evil magic item made by a dark wizard. Destroy it, and then catch the dark wizard named Tom Riddle and his party. I don't understand why there's such a big fuss..."

"In fact, we have caught him—but this is also the most worrying thing."

Dumbledore turned his head and pointed to the ring on the stone table in the room, with a hint of gloom in his tone.

"A Horcrux is an extremely evil thing... It refers to an object that contains a part of a person's soul, so that even if that person's body is attacked or damaged, he will not die, because he still has a part of his soul left in this world, suffering damage. Of course, existing in this form, it is neither a human nor a ghost..."

"However, there is only one way to split the soul—through the most evil act, soul-level murder. Only extremely evil and crazy wizards can do this, tearing their own souls while killing others, and storing them up."

"So that's why the Dark Lord didn't die after attacking little Harry, because he had this Horcrux?"

Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but shiver, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"In short, let's destroy it as soon as possible. According to you, as long as this ring is destroyed, doesn't it mean that the Dark Lord will be completely eliminated by us—if it's you, you must have a way to destroy this evil prop, right?"

"It's not that simple, Cornelius..."

Dumbledore hesitated, glanced around at the Ministry of Magic officials, and said in a deep voice.

"About half a year ago, I discovered a similar item, which was an item confiscated from a Death Eater's vault—Cornelius, you know what I'm talking about—from then on I began to suspect that Voldemort had split his soul."

Dumbledore listened and sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly.

"If a wizard kills many times and splits his soul many times in order to escape death, it will form a very bad situation: we can never be sure whether we have really eliminated him. And the appearance of this ring undoubtedly confirms this point. He is already closer to immortality than anyone else... The appearance of this ring is actually a very ominous sign."

"In other words, I don't think directly destroying it is the right choice."

Accompanying Dumbledore's suggestion, the confusion on the faces of the Ministry of Magic officials became even stronger.

However, before they could speak, another old wizard's voice rang out in the room.

"I understand what you mean, Professor Dumbledore. Can I understand that..."

Newt Scamander's eyes flickered, and he continued softly.

"This may also mean that, for Voldemort, the number of these evil Horcruxes, originally used for defense and life extension, is enough that he can use this as a weapon without worrying about being destroyed?"

"Very right! That's what I think. Facing such an unprecedented threat, the magical world needs to unite."

Dumbledore nodded, "No matter how crazy Voldemort is, he is just a person after all. With the fragmentation of his soul, his sanity and personality are gradually heading towards irreversible fragmentation—therefore, instead of constantly destroying Voldemort's Horcruxes, we should establish a reliable organization to seal and contain these Horcruxes separately."

"Gentlemen, I believe that everyone present is trustworthy and respectable..."

Dumbledore glanced around at the wizards in the room, and said with a serious expression.

"But apart from this room, if this scope involves the national ministries of magic and the International Confederation of Wizards, then there is a high probability of leaks, and even serious situations such as the theft of Horcruxes. Therefore, I propose to create a brand-new international organization that only a small number of reliable minister-level members can know all the details."

"In fact, it's not just Horcruxes. Any things that cannot be directly destroyed, but have certain dangers, can be included in the joint containment list for joint containment and sealing—as for the name of the organization, I suggest..."

Dumbledore thought very seriously for a while, and then said softly.

"SpecialContainmentproceduresfoundation—abbreviated as sCpf, a 'special item prison' that is independent of the national ministries of magic and the International Confederation of Wizards, but is also supervised and managed by the entire magical world."

"As for more detailed rules, I think... why don't we take advantage of everyone being here to draft a draft together today, and by the way, we will unify our statements on the Voldemort incident and issue a warning throughout the magical world. This is different from any enemy we have faced before. It comes from wizards, but strictly speaking, it is no longer considered human..."

…………

A little earlier.

Devon, near Ottery St Catchpole.

The Quibbler town, the office of the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler", on Xenophilius Lovegood's desk.

"Understood, Professor Dumbledore has already gone?"

Xenophilius Lovegood glanced at the golden light that flashed in the living room, took a deep breath, solemnly picked up a golden-red quill from the desk, tapped it lightly with his wand, and began to write little by little on a translucent, blurry book.

Item Number: sCp-017-2

Item Class: euclid

Name: Marvolo Gaunt's Ring (【Data Deleted】)

Special Containment Procedures: 【Temporarily Unavailable】

Description: 【Temporarily Unavailable】

Appendix: After the initial containment was completed by 【Data Deleted】 at the Gaunt Old House, it was transferred to the "sCp pseudo"-【scp-f】 organization for containment on 1992.08.31 in Russia-Moscow 【Data Deleted】. All related records and personnel information have been cleared. The report on sCp-017-2 is ‘suspended’ for updates.

…………

At the same time.

London, Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts.

With the help of the goblin Douglas, Irina Ivanovna held a long list and struggled to shuttle through the crowded bookstore, carefully checking and searching for the books she might need this semester at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And by the wall outside the bookstore door, Aeliana flicked the small, thin, black-covered tattered diary in her hand, casually flipped to the back cover, and glanced at the faded words printed on it.

It was printed with the name of a newsagent on Vauxhall Road, London—completely consistent with the appearance she described.

A meaningful smile appeared on the girl's face, and an excited light flashed in her lake-blue eyes.

"That's right, it's this one, Draco—"