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Elwyn took half a step back. Before the forceps could pierce his skin, he grabbed it with his other hand and flung it far away.
The forceps quieted down again, as if it had never been alive.
Looking at the forceps on the ground, Elwyn did not dare to be careless. After a moment's panting, he pulled out his wand and, holding it in one hand, plunged his other hand back into the cupboard. Slowly and cautiously, he approached the locket, ready to defend himself against any danger that might arise.
But this time, he did not encounter any obstacles. He held the locket in his hand smoothly.
Just as his left hand touched the locket, Elwyn's eyes widened.
He could not believe that he had so easily obtained one of Lord Voldemort's soul vessels. Compared to Tom Liddell's diary last year and Slytherin's locket, the whole process was so easy that it made Elwyn feel like he was dreaming.
Other than a forceps with extremely low attack power, he did not encounter any obstacles.
Elwyn suspected that the forceps had been a defensive spell cast by Kritcher. This was very much like a house-elf's style.
He raised his head and looked at the hall again. Although there was a thick wall blocking the sound, Madam Blake's crazed screams could still be heard from time to time.
It seemed that Kritcher would not be back for a while.
Sirius, Harry, and Hermione, who had disappeared into the secret passage, were also nowhere to be seen. They seemed to have gone deep underground. Even their conversation could not be heard.
Elwyn took a deep breath. He still had time.
He used his hand to gently brush off the dust on the surface of the locket and carefully examined the soul vessel.
Then, he took out the fangs of the snake monster that he had kept in his arms. To avoid any accidents, he was prepared to destroy it here and now.
Elwyn had come into contact with Tom Liddell's diary last year. He knew that the soul vessel itself had magic power and could affect the thoughts of those around it. It could also absorb the life force of those who came into contact with it and gradually come to life. It could also cast magic, and was no different from the real Lord Voldemort.
Because of this, Elwyn did not want to wear this thing on him. It was too dangerous if he was accidentally controlled by it or something else happened.
He did not know Voldemort's exact age when he created this soul tool, but there was one thing he could be sure of. At that time, he was definitely more dangerous than the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle when he created the diary. His heart was more evil, and he had mastered more dark magic.
Ivan didn't want to have another intimate contact with Voldemort, so immediately destroying this soul artifact was the wisest choice.
He squinted his eyes and carefully examined the locket in his hand.
Needless to say, the most eye-catching thing on the locket was the letter's' inlaid with emeralds that looked like a curved viper in the center. This was Slytherin's unique mark.
Anyone who had a slight understanding of the history of magic or the coat of arms of pure-blooded sorcerer families would know the true meaning of this letter. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
Salazar Slytherin was too famous. In addition to founding Hogwarts with three other founders, he had also done many earth-shattering things.
Around the capital letters, there was a very obvious circle.
Further out, there were many hazy, strange, yellow-black patterns in the circle. The patterns were complicated, as if they were some kind of ancient text, conveying some kind of message.
Elwyn did not recognize these words. To be more precise, he was not even sure if these lines were words. Perhaps they were just coincidentally arranged together.
These strange patterns seemed to be full of magic. From time to time, dark golden light flashed on the surface of the locket and gathered from the eight corners of the locket to the emerald in the center.
Elwyn studied for a while, but other than these words, he did not find anything else.
Then, he did not hesitate anymore.
He made up his mind and put the locket on the dusty dining table in front of him. His right hand tightly gripped the Basilisk's fangs.
In the dark, his posture was very strange.
As if sensing what Elwyn was about to do, something in the locket made a buzzing sound like a cockroach in a cage.
"One, two …" Elwyn's breathing was heavy. He silently counted down, trying to overcome the growing uneasiness in his heart.
"One … Two … Three … Open!"
When Elwyn counted down to the last number, he gently flicked his wand upwards. Following his action, the locket's little golden lid popped open with a click.
Like a music box, an ominous tinkling sound rang out. Elwyn found himself inexplicably weak and drowsy.
Inside the locket was a glass door. There seemed to be something inside.
He looked carefully. Through the two small glass windows, he seemed to see a living eye blinking. It was dark and full of life, just like Tom Liddell's eyes.
As the music progressed, the two eyes also began to change. They gradually turned red, and the pupils began to turn into a line. They became Lord Voldemort's eyes.
Amidst the music, a voice hissed from the Horcrux. It was speaking to Elwyn.
"I see your heart. It is mine," Lord Voldemort said softly. "I see your dreams, child. I also see your fears. What you desire may happen, but what you fear may also happen. "
"Is that so?" Elwyn said softly. His right hand, which was holding the Basilisk's fangs, could not stop trembling.
"That's right. I can help you. I can help you succeed. What do you want? Strength, power, glory. I can give it to you. I can …"
The temptation of the voice grew stronger. Elwyn's mind was a mess. He knew he could not wait any longer. Lord Voldemort was trying to control him. He had to act.
Inside the Horcrux, Lord Voldemort's whisper continued.
However, Elwyn's right hand, which was holding the Basilisk's fangs, no longer trembled. He panted heavily. His eyes locked onto the locket, and his right hand stabbed down fiercely.
There was a crack. It was the sound of glass breaking.
As the tinkling music stopped, Lord Voldemort's soul inside the Horcrux let out an ear-piercing scream. It was as if it could pierce through one's soul. His red eyes disappeared, and the colorful silk lining of the locket began to emit wisps of smoke.
Elwyn's body trembled. He knew he had succeeded.
He panted heavily. His face was pale, and his legs were trembling. He held on to the table in front of him so that he would not fall.
He lowered his head and picked up the broken Horcrux.
The two small glass windows inside the locket were broken. There was nothing inside. There was no trace of Lord Voldemort's soul. It was as if he had never existed.
Just like the glass windows, the silk lining at the bottom of the locket had also been pierced by Elwyn. Fortunately, it was not damaged.
"Huh?" Elwyn suddenly noticed that the bottom of the locket was similar to the outside. There were many strange and complicated patterns on the inside of the silk lining.
He hurriedly tore off all the silk. Elwyn was surprised to find that the inside of the locket was the same as the outside. They were all yellowish-black, hazy, and strange words.
He was sure that these were definitely not the original patterns of the gold. Instead, they were carved by someone. It was like a magic circle.
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