Ivan took half a step back, before the tweezers pierced his skin, he grabbed it with the other hand, threw it out forcefully, and threw it far to the ground.
The tweezers fell silent again, as if they had never lived.
Looking at the many-legged tweezers on the ground, Ivan didn't dare to be careless. He took a breath for a while, then pulled out his wand, holding the wand in one hand, and went deep into the cabinet with the other hand, approaching the locket slowly and cautiously, always ready to guard against possible dangers.
However, he did not encounter any obstacles this time, and he held the locket in his hand smoothly.
Just as his left hand touched the locket, Ivan's eyes widened suddenly.
He couldn't believe that he got a Horcrux from Voldemort so easily. Thinking about Tom Riddle's diary he met last year, compared with getting the Slytherin locket now, the whole process was easy. It almost made Ivan feel like he was dreaming.
Except for a pair of tweezers with extremely low attack power, he encountered no obstacles.
Ivan suspected that the multi-legged tweezers just now were also a protective magic cast by Kreacher, which was very similar to the style of a house elf.
He raised his head and glanced at the foyer again. Although there were thick walls blocking it, Mrs. Black's frantic screams still came in from time to time.
It seemed that Kreacher would not come back here for a while.
Sirius, Harry, and Hermione who disappeared into the dark passage were nowhere to be seen. They seemed to have descended so deep underground that they couldn't even hear their conversations.
Ivan took a deep breath, he still has time.
He gently brushed off the dust on the surface of the locket with his hands, and carefully looked at the Horcrux.
Then, he took out the fangs of the basilisk that had been in his arms all the time, and in order to avoid accidents, he was going to destroy it right here.
Ivan came into contact with Tom Riddle's diary last year. He knew that the Horcrux itself has magical powers, can affect the thoughts of people around it, and absorb life force from those who have touched it, gradually come alive, and can also cast magic , is no different from the real Voldemort.
In view of this, Ivan doesn't want to wear this thing on his body, and then accidentally be controlled by it, or something else happens, which is too dangerous.
He doesn't know the exact age of Voldemort when he made this Horcrux, but one thing is certain, he at that time was definitely more dangerous than Tom Riddle, who was sixteen years old when he made the diary, with a more evil heart and more mastery. black magic.
Ivan didn't want to have another intimate contact with Voldemort, so destroying this Horcrux immediately was the wisest choice.
He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the locket in his hand.
Needless to say, the most eye-catching thing on the locket is the capital letter s in the center, which looks like a curved poisonous snake and is inlaid with emeralds. This is the unique mark of Slytherin.
Anyone who knows a little about the history of magic or the family coat of arms of pure-blood wizards knows the true meaning of this letter. Salazar Slytherin himself is too famous. In addition to co-founding Hogwarts with the other three founders, he has also done many earth-shattering events.
Around the uppercase letters, there is a very obvious circle.
Further outward, around the circle, there are many hazy, yellow-black strange lines with complicated styles, as if some kind of ancient text, conveying some information.
Aiwen didn't know these characters. To be more precise, he wasn't even sure if these lines were characters. Maybe they were just arranged together by coincidence.
These weird patterns seem to be full of magic, and from time to time, dark golden light flashes on them, converging from the eight corners of the locket to the emerald in the center.
Ai Wen studied for a while, but found nothing except these words.
Then, he didn't hesitate.
Determined, he placed the locket on the dusty dining table in front of him, his right hand firmly grasping the basilisk's fangs.
In the darkness, his posture was very strange.
As if feeling what Ai Wen was going to do, there was something in the locket rustling like a cockroach in a cage.
"One or two" Ivan was breathing heavily, and he counted silently, trying to overcome the growing anxiety in his heart.
"One... two... three... open!"
Ivan counted to the last number, raised his wand slightly, and with his movement, the small golden cover of the locket popped open with a click.
Like a music box, the ominous sound of ding ding dong dong sounded, and Ai Wen found himself becoming weak and drowsy for no reason.
Inside the locket is a glass door, and there seems to be something inside.
He looked carefully, and through the two small glass windows, he seemed to see a living eye blinking, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's eyes.
As the music progressed, the eyes also began to change, they gradually turned red, and the pupils began to become a line, becoming Voldemort's eyes.
In the music, there was a voice hissing from the Horcrux, and it was speaking to Alvin.
"I have seen your heart, and it is mine," said Voldemort softly. "I have seen your dreams, my child, and I have seen your fears. What you desire can happen, but so can what you fear. occur"
"Really?" Ivan said softly, his right hand holding the basilisk's fangs was trembling.
"Yes, I can help you, help you succeed, whatever you want, power, power, glory, I can give you, I can"
The allure of the voice was getting stronger and stronger, Ivan's head was in a mess, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, Voldemort was trying to control him, and he had to take action.
Among the Horcruxes, Voldemort's whispers continued.
But Aiwen's right hand holding the basilisk's fangs stopped trembling. He gasped heavily, his eyes tightly locked on the locket, and his right hand stabbed fiercely from top to bottom.
There was a click, the sound of glass breaking.
The sound of ding ding dong dong stopped, and Voldemort's soul preserved in the horcrux let out a piercing scream, as if trying to penetrate the human soul, his red eyes disappeared, and the colorful silk of the locket Wisps of smoke emanated from the inner lining.
Alvin's body was shaking, and he knew he had succeeded.
He was panting heavily, his face was pale, and his legs were shaking constantly. He held on to the dining table in front of him so that he would not fall.
He lowered his head and picked up the shattered Horcrux.
The two small glass windows inside the locket were punctured, and there was nothing inside, and there was no trace related to Voldemort's soul, as if he had never existed here.
Like the glass window, the silk lining at the bottom of the locket was also punctured by Aiwen, but fortunately the whole was not damaged.
"Huh!" Ivan suddenly noticed that the bottom of the locket seemed to be the same as the outer cover, and there were many strange and complicated lines inside the silk lining.
He hurriedly tore off all the silk, and Aiwen was surprised to find that the inside of the locket was exactly the same as the outside, with those yellow-black, hazy and strange characters.
He can be sure that these are definitely not the original patterns of gold, but inlaid and engraved by people, just like a magic circle.
Slytherin's locket is not just a Horcrux. (.)