Chapter 962 (1/2)
”Protecting Horcruxes, you mean the remains of the four founders...”
”Very likely.” Van Lin nodded. ”Except for Gryffindor's sword left in Gryffindor, the remaining relics are likely to become Voldemort's Horcrux.”
”The sword of Gryffindor, the crown of Ravenclaw, the gold cup of heffpav, and, in front of you, Slytherin's pendant box.” Hermione said, ”Horcrux, it's...”
”To protect a piece of Voldemort's soul is like a memory in a diary, a fragment of a soul that is real.”
”Do you mean that Voldemort can't die if you don't wipe out all the souls?”
”Yes, in Slytherin's chamber of secrets, Tom Riddell did this, exchanging Ginny's life for his realization in reality. That's why Dumbledore has not fought Voldemort for such a long time.”
Hermione seemed stunned.
In fact, there is too much stimulation for Hermione these days.
From the Ministry of magic's plan for Dumbledore and Hogwarts, Hermione felt the determination and madness of the Ministry of magic most intuitively.
There are also Voldemort, some means and magic that Hermione can't imagine have appeared in front of the girl one after another. It is impossible to say that Hermione's heart does not fluctuate at all.
”So...” Hermione took a deep breath. ”What are we going to do next?”
”Next we...” Van Lin's words have not finished, suddenly felt a strong pull force, has not responded, in the hands of Slytherin pendant box left van Lin's hands.
”Clencher Both of them exclaimed, in fact, kretcher had disappeared for a long time. However, Sirius could not find him.
It seems to be because of the silver fork, which is definitely cletcher's method. No doubt, at the moment the fork was touched, kretcher knew about it and came.
”A few dirty mud seeds appeared in the hostess's house. Like the black master, these people were friends of Master Black, but now they really covet the Black family's treasure...”
”We don't, it's not what you think, kretcher...” Said Hermione anxiously.
But kretcher didn't pay any attention.
”They were discovered by the most loyal servant of the great black family. This is to tell the hostess that cletcher will do this. Cletcher wants Sirius Black master to recognize these dirty mud species. They should not appear in this noble house.” Clencher, as usual, was talking to himself, insane.
”Hey, stop, kretcher. You don't want me to do this and hand it over.” Van Lin seemed a little impatient.
Poor domestic elf, perhaps madness is not his fault, but now to stop him from destroying Slytherin's pendant box, it is obvious that van Lin has no need to be polite.
”Come on, Fanlin...” Hermione said, ”he's just a little confused.”
”Kretcher, take what you have in your hand. It's not...”