Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 532 Destruction [Locket Horcrux]

"Where are we talking, oh, by the way..." Dumbledore raised his hand, signaling the Horcrux in his hand to everyone.

"Voldemort...he has walked so far on the [Horcrux] road, which means that his soul has been split to the extreme....It's like walking a tightrope in the mouth of a fire dragon, only he can't see his own dangerous situation...Once there are new changes in the world, such as changes in the magic environment, and someone keeps destroying the [Horcrux], then he will not be able to maintain this fragile balance..."

"You have to know that the more powerful and vicious black magic, the more terrifying the backlash will be. For example, black magic like [Horcrux]...Once it is backlashed, even Voldemort will not be spared."

"I've never heard of such a thing. Don't you hope that Voldemort will explode by himself?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Of course not, I just explained that there is such a possibility. The most important thing is as I said just now... [Horcrux] is a key ball. The more [Horcrux] we destroy, the more unfavorable it will be to Voldemort as the world changes...he will not be able to grow and become more and more insignificant."

Snape and Black still didn't understand what 'magic recovery' meant.

McGuffin understood, and his heart sank to the bottom.

It turns out that the "magic recovery" that Dumbledore talked about is not a simple "Renaissance", such as discovering ancient magic and other small and fresh stories, but a real "magic recovery" in the true sense... all kinds of mess, web articles... fantasy version, weird version.

Pit!

McGuffin's heart twitched, still not wanting to believe what he had just heard.

"In short, we want to keep Voldemort from our actions as much as possible."

"We have an advantage in this regard. Voldemort's soul is so broken that he can't even notice that his hidden [horcruxes] have been destroyed by us one after another, so Severus...you can't act rashly. Your actions will undoubtedly attract the attention of Death Eaters and Voldemort's henchmen. This exposes our thoughts...that's why I sent Albert and Black to act." Dumbledore concluded.

Snape's face became extremely ugly.

At this time, McGuffin's stomach rumbled, as if someone was snoring inside.

Dumbledore smiled, "Oh my God! I forgot... Blake, you two probably haven't eaten much for a day? It just happens that it's getting late, Albert, you go to the [kitchen] to get something to eat yourself? Don't tell me you haven't been to the elf until now... Blake, you'd better wait now? I'll let the elf bring it to you..."

"Professor, I don't need it!" Black raised his voice and said in a low voice.

But his stomach also made a clear wriggling sound immediately.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Black argued again, "Dumbledore...I need to watch that [Horcrux] destroy before my eyes..."

He stared intently at the locket.

Looking at Black's determined eyes, Dumbledore sighed, "——OK?"

"Originally, I wanted to keep it in my hands for two days... Let's see how seriously the change in the magic power environment has affected [Horcrux]. It seems that what happened to Regulus made you..."

"That's right, I can't bear the existence of this thing in the world for even a second." Black said firmly.

"Indestructible, Kreacher can't leave a trace on it... Fire, potion corrosion, cutting with a knife and chisel... Kreacher tried all methods, but none of them succeeded... There is an extremely powerful magic on the box, Crouch believes that only the inside can destroy it, but it can't be opened... Kreacher dare not tell others, Kreacher can't complete Master Regulus' order..."

Listening to their conversation, the little elf suddenly spoke up, and then he began to torture himself with pain and frustration,

It rushed to the fireplace, looking like it was going to go to the red-hot iron rod... sear itself.

"stop!"

Blake ordered helplessly.

Then he rose feebly from the stool and came to Dumbledore's side.

Draw your wand!

"Stop it! Black...it's not that simple." Dumbledore moved the [locket] behind him a little, stopping Black's impulse.

"This is not just a Voldemort [Horcrux], but also a treasure inherited from the Slytherin family... It has alchemy from the era of the Big Four, and it is difficult to destroy even the magic of Fiendfyre. The elf is right. This is indeed the only way to destroy the soul fragments in Voldemort after opening it...'"

Dumbledore then looked at McGuffin.

Shir!
Of course McGuffin knew what that meant.

This [Horcrux], that is, the [Locket] of the Slytherin family... can only be opened by relying on [Parseltongue].

But Parseltongue... Harry can too!

Convex (艹盘艺), this old bee just strokes his own wool.

"Professor, you know that my [Blood Curse]... has fallen to the point where I can't use [Parseltongue]." McGuffin swallowed, and argued, "Not to mention Harry..."

"Potter can't, not yet. His connection to Voldemort is likely to leak... our operation to destroy the Horcruxes."

"Only you...Albert." Dumbledore's glasses shone brightly.

Egg!
What is wrong with these words, it makes people get goosebumps.

"Albert...you have to know that after a while, the [Blood Curse] on you will be lifted...Occasionally, it's okay to activate it once or twice, not to mention that Professor Snape is at the side, he and I will help suppress the [Blood Curse] on you. Those spells from the East, didn't they work? Now Chinese wizards live on the floating mountain above Hogwarts Castle...If possible, I can let those wizards make some more..."

"No, I agree!" The more McGuffin heard, the more he felt that the old bee was full of malice and was constantly threatening him... so he could only quickly agree.

Then, Dumbledore walked to the top shelf of the bookshelf beside him, took off the old sorting hat, and pulled out a gleaming silver sword from it.

—Sword of Gryffindor.

The ruby ​​inlaid on the body of the sword... glowed brightly under the firelight.

"Come on..." Dumbledore handed the sword to Sirius, "Black...you should really want to do this now."

Blake was stunned for a moment, and immediately took the sword firmly in his hand, and breathed out forcefully.

He stared fixedly at the locket.

Looking at all this, Snape frowned, and didn't say much... Instead, he took the house-elf Kreacher to avoid here and hid to the other side of the room.

"Let's start!" Dumbledore held the [Locket] in his hand, and pointed his wand at it with the other hand to control it.

Because this thing is always running around, and the things inside seem to know that their end is coming.

McGuffin swallowed and walked towards Dumbledore, breathing heavily.

He focused his gaze on the floor below and to the left of Dumbledore, and began to cast the black spells.

'Call God nightmare! '

'The soul is out of the body! '

'It's heart-piercing! '

Through this method, McGuffin kept stimulating his [Blood Curse] erosion rate to increase...

At the same time, he began to release the negative emotions accumulated in his mind... the exploration in the cave... the shame towards Black and Regulus after burning those corpses, the fear and hatred for the corpses and Voldemort... the loathing for the burning site...

All kinds of negative emotions came rushing like a stormy sea...

McGuffin had to use [Parseltongue] to open the box before the miscellaneous memories that were sealed deep in his mind surged up.

Gradually, that kind of translucent black flames began to emerge from his body, and the black flames licked and spread all over his body...

The evil and ominous magical aura on McGuffin's body is not much better than that [locket].

'They know your secret...'

'Kill them...kill them...'

'Nobody is worth trusting...'

McGuffin was trembling all over, and froze in place... All kinds of negative emotions surged in his mind, and he didn't know when he had been staring at the [locket] closely, his eyes revealing a strong possessive desire.

That [locket] kept emitting a voice that only he could hear,... hoarse, low... If you identify it carefully, it is clearly the voice of McGuffin himself.

"McGuffin? MacGuffin Albert?"

Snape took a step forward, raised his wand and yelled coldly, it seemed that he was going to give him a shot... to avenge his own personal revenge, to wake up the little wizard.

"Severus!" Dumbledore called softly, then shook his head.

Black also watched all this, and he made it clear in his heart that he must find a time to keep Harry and the others away from this little wizard.

This guy's current performance is simply more Death Eater than Death Eater.

【Blood Curse】Erosion rate:——9%→11%→12%→19%
"open!"

"open!"

"Open it! (Parseltongue)"

McGuffin stared at the upper center of the [locket]... the serpentine 'S' letter embedded with sparkling emeralds, and after trying twice, he finally let out a howling roar.

In my mind, the [Blood Curse] erosion rate just reached 21% on the system panel of the parchment scroll
Fuck!
Seeing that so many days of self-cultivation were in vain, McGuffin felt like crying.

However, before he secretly poked and scolded Dumbledore a few times in his heart.

The little gold lid of the locket snapped open.

A moving eye blinks behind each of the two small glass windows...

As if alive! !

And the locket hissed this time for all to hear.

'Severus...my servant...my companion...save me...save me and you will be rewarded unforeseen...'

'I see...I see your wish...I will help you achieve it...'

Snape sneered and ignored it.

Seeing that it didn't work, those eyes immediately fixed on McGuffin again...

"MacGuffin Albert...I know you, no one understands you...I can feel the fear in your heart, you don't fit in this world...you will never trust anyone, you are afraid of everything...everything..."

McGuffin's heart trembled, and he immediately increased the defense of [Occlumency] in his mind by one or two levels.

——Can this thing really see through what I think in my heart?

After Dumbledore stared at McGuffin thoughtfully, he shouted to Black, "Black, it's time... Hurry up and stab!"

Those bright black eyes in the mirror immediately looked at Sirius...

"Sirius Black, I see your guilt... your heart is broken... because of you... your closest friend died 13 years ago, because of you... your own brother died... only you are dying... only you are so cowardly alive..."

'...You have been unloved at home...Mother always thought Regulus was the most suitable heir to Black...No one cares about you...or everyone who cares about you has been killed by you...Lily, James Potter, Regulus Black are all dead...'

'...you just keep your head down and run away again and again...just like you chose Gryffindor, escaped from Slytherin, escaped from your established destiny...just like you escaped from the Black family...'

Those two pairs of eyes were like soap bubbles, they shattered at once... turned into two young couples... then turned into a young man who looked very similar to Blake, but less rebellious...but looked a little more proud and polite...

The sound changes back and forth in the air...

For a while it became a woman's voice, and for a while it became a man's voice...

"Brother... why did you leave the Black family... why did you leave me..."

"Blake...why...I trusted you so much...why did you make me believe in that traitor..." Riddle-James Potter screamed piercingly.

Blake raised the Gryffindor sword several times, then lowered it tremblingly.

A red light kept flashing in his eyes.

But Dumbledore didn't intervene, and Snape sneered coldly from the sidelines.

Although McGuffin really wanted to burn this [locket · Horcrux] that might have seen through him to ashes, but seeing that the two of them were silent, he couldn't do it suddenly.

The water here is too deep, who knows what the old fox Dumbledore is doing.

deadlocked...

Maybe Dumbledore's spell had run out, maybe the old fox did it on purpose... Anyway... Phineas Nigellus Black's portrait of the cloak fell to the ground.

The ex-ex-Hogwarts headmaster saw this scene as soon as he showed up.

Phineas, who immediately understood... he jumped in the portrait and cursed: "Idiot, idiot... stab it! What the hell dares to confuse the wizard of the great Black family..."

"Sirius Black... get stabbed!"

Klee, who saw the portrait in the distance, shouted in panic, "... old master... old master..."

Then the little elf saw clearly that it was an oil painting, but even so, the little elf still looked at the portrait devoutly.

In this chaos, Black let out a roar, and finally stabbed the silver sword at the 【Locket】.

(End of this chapter)