"Is this the Horcrux?"

Hermione moved a chair and sat on it, holding a stick four or five meters long in her hand, and tapped it from afar, as if knocking on a wooden fish.

The wooden stick poked the pair of red eyes, and Voldemort glared at her and disappeared immediately.

Hermione was startled and moved the chair backwards and continued to pound there.

If I don’t know, I thought she was going to beat the Dark King to death by sticking it.

William didn't stop the girl from making trouble either. Just be happy, just a cricket is just a dark devil.

He put the dementors in tempered glass separately and then began to encode them, starting with Black Robe No. 1.

He was disturbed by Voldemort and devoured more than a hundred dementors, causing William to finally capture more than a dozen demon pets.

I can only look for another opportunity next time. Anyway, the dementors are there, like leeks, cutting one batch, and another.

A renewable resource.

William finally threw the pitiful little black robe in, stood up and stretched.

He looked around and felt that the room was a little crowded.

Here is a room in the safety table, dedicated to the magical animals collected by William for those years.

He was going to use the traceless stretching spell to expand for a round.

Just catch up with Mr. Newt, his box will sooner or later be as big as half the earth.

If conditions did not allow, he probably wanted to move all the magical animals into it and create a perfect ecosystem.

The three spirit cats were well-behaved and squatted in the cage on the other side. They were screaming softly like kittens, as if they wanted William to rub his head.

Where can the guards of the French Ministry of Magic be related to weakness?

Just staying here for a long time, they adapted to the new environment.

Especially after spending a long time with the pair of dark demon kings in front of them, they have learned some small abilities that can make them more comfortable.

Acting cute!

Be cute and be a dog... two unique skills in the pet world, learn one of them to settle down.

It’s better to have some cat food while studying than dementors and snake monsters?

One is tortured and skinny, and the other is only awakened by the Harry Snake Voice System when he draws blood... Don't be too miserable!

If the spirit cats can speak, they must lick it immediately:

"It is the greatest honor to be a Stark's dog!"

As for surrendering so quickly... it doesn't matter, they are spirit cats of French descent anyway.

If you don’t surrender, people will wonder if you are a purebred French spirit cat.

William fed some food to the spirit cat and walked towards Hermione.

The girl took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the stool. The wooden stick at her hand had been replaced with a magic wand.

There was a large bottle of high-concentration disinfectant in front of her. She waved her wand and the liquid sterilized the crown from afar.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain or feeling offended, Voldemort’s soul was roaring angrily.

Hermione is also preparing to use pasteurization, damp heat sterilization, dry heat sterilization, radiation sterilization, etc. to give the crown a large cleaning.

The treatment that the branch hat cannot be enjoyed, the crown can be enjoyed for free.

"Why are you doing that far away?"

William sat beside Hermione, looking at the shoes she had been twisted and placed, and bent down to arrange them neatly.

"It's too close. What if the Horcrux despises me?" Hermione's eyes were serious. "It's like a dementor."

"Only those with weak willpower are easily affected." William comforted, "You certainly won't."

"Do we need to destroy the Horcrux?" Hermione was eager to try.

She has never enjoyed the feeling of destroying the Horcrux.

"Of course." William whispered, "but I'm still thinking about how to destroy it."

"The poison of the snake monster, the fire curse, and the flame of the phoenix can destroy this soul, but..."

"The crown was destroyed?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. Didn't you hear Voldemort say it? This is the crown of Ravenclaw."

This is Ravenclaw's crown!

Lost a thousand years, now found.

Not to mention the fact that it can increase wisdom, it is likely to be one of the nine Deathly Hallows.

According to the story of the three brothers, they belong to the same set of Deathly Hallows as the Ravenclaw ring in William's hand.

Of course William wanted it.

And Voldemort, the prodigal son... made it into a Horcrux like this?

He wouldn't have made other Deathly Hallows into Horcruxes, right?

Destroying cultural relics in this way will lead to death!

So the current research topic: How to kill a soul living inside without destroying the crown.

William and Hermione looked at each other and glanced at the little black robe in a sympathetic manner.

"The dementor should be able to swallow the soul." Hermione blinked:

"The dementor before probably smelled the smell, otherwise he would not have been tempted by the mysterious man."

William reached out and blinked his finger on her forehead, and smiled and said, "That's right, we both thought of going together."

He stood up and walked towards the little black robe.

The little black robe shivered, retreated, and hurried in the corner.

"Come on, Xiao Hei, I haven't eaten you for so long. Now I'll add a 'chicken leg' to you." William said with a smile.

William released the dementor and brought it closer to the crown.

The pair of red eyes appeared again.

A husky voice rang out of the Horcrux.

"I, the greatest Dark Lord.

I have seen a lot and done a lot. I can teach you something I can't learn from other wizards.

The Ravenclaw crown was useless long ago. When I discovered it, it broke and ruined me, and it could not provide any wisdom.

But I can!

I can share my wisdom, give myself and my talents to you, and obey your command.

I can even share the secret of eternal life with you…”

Voldemort bewitched William, who was the only person here who could decide his life and death.

"Stop struggling." William smiled, "Death is the inevitable ending for you.

Just like Chadley Artillery and Gryffindor Academy, it will be at the bottom of this year.

A certain event!"

Hermione stretched out her two fingers and secretly twisted William's waist.

William grinned and quickly asked the dementor to go up and give Voldemort a mouthful.

The little black robe lifted its hood, covered with thin silver-gray skin with scabs.

It opened its cherry mouth and pressed it against the crown's eyes.

The crown trembled, with a terrible, long-lasting, eardrum-penetrating scream, a stream of blood gushed out of the crown.

Voldemort screamed, and then... completely disappeared.

William frowned.

Lavenclaw's crown is still rusty.

He originally thought it was caused by Voldemort's soul erosion, but it seemed... not.

Xiao Hei burped contentedly, and the delicious taste of the soul.

It was like a bystander, watching some of the memories of the soul fragments.

If the dementor swallows his soul, he can feel the memory of the dead.

"...The location of the Horcrux!" William quickly reminded. "Can you see it?"

After a moment,

The dementor said slowly:

"Diary...Slytherin's Ring...Gunt's Old House..."

William snapped his fingers.

"Beautiful job, Xiao Hei, I will keep you in your life."

The dementor shivered.

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Chapter completed!