Chapter 632: The Concept of Horcruxes

"Wizards have defeated too many enemies, and as a result, magic has become something inevitably lost.

Ignorance, little wizard, is not an obstacle to the progress of magical civilization; arrogance is."

Mr. Owl said.

"So, you won't cast the Confundus Charm on me anymore, right?"

Sean asked.

"Stupid little wizard."

Mr. Owl waved his wings, and the entire portrait disappeared along with it.

And in the huge tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance, both the troll and Barnabas were quietly looking here.

After the talking subsided, the troll began to beat Barnabas again.

Sean glanced at the portrait, and a very smooth door had already appeared on the wall next to it.

Sean stared at it, then grabbed the copper handle, pulled the door open, and walked into a spacious room, where torches were lit, just like in the underground classroom.

Along the wall was a row of wooden bookshelves; there were no chairs on the floor, but there were large satin cushions.

At the other end of the room, countless wooden shelves were filled with various instruments such as Sneakoscopes and Secrecy Sensors.

The most eye-catching thing was the tabletop, on which some steaming bowls were placed.

Sean looked over curiously, but there was nothing inside.

He immediately understood that the Room of Requirement uses simple Summoning Charms and Transfiguration, so it follows Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.

That is: Transfiguration cannot conjure delicious food out of thin air.

If you know where the food is, you can summon it;

If you already have some, you can transform it, or you can make it multiply.

Because of this, his pumpkin juice didn't appear.

After taking in everything in the Room of Requirement, Sean walked into the wooden bookcase on the left with his wand raised.

The high windows cast beams of light, revealing that the wooden bookcase was like a city with high walls; Sean could see that they were all piled up with items hidden by generations of Hogwarts people.

Along those streets were piles of rickety furniture, which might be clutter from other rooms; the Room of Requirement would consciously collect them;

Or they might have been hidden by the house-elves who maintain the dignity of the castle.

Perhaps it is really as Mr. Owl said, this is the place for Hogwarts to pile up clutter.

Deeper into the alleyways, there were thousands of books, undoubtedly all forbidden books, books scribbled on, or stolen books;

There were winged catapults and Fanged Frisbees, some of which were still feebly circling over the piles of forbidden items;

Some broken bottles contained solidified potions; there were hats, jewelry, cloaks, things like dragon eggshells;

Several stoppered bottles were still flashing with evil light; and there were several rusty swords and a blood-stained large axe.

In this pile of clutter, Sean noticed a rusty diadem at a glance.

—Ravenclaw's diadem.

He retreated silently for a few steps; in the Book of Wizards, the basilisk's fang floated out and stood beside him.

However, he did not destroy the diadem directly, but looked slowly towards the door.

A figure appeared as if an Invisibility Cloak had faded away.

"Welcome back, Sean."

Jia Siting said with a smile.

"Smell again?"

Sean paused and sighed.

"So, is there anything I can know?"

When Jia Siting's gaze moved to the diadem, the smile had faded.

He had many things he wanted to say, but here, many things could give way to one thing.

"Well, the Restricted Section, have you been there?"

Sean said slowly.

"Is it 'Moste Potente Potions'?"

Jia Siting asked.

"There is a darkest creation that requires the most heinous acts to manufacture.

Voldemort, this title means—flying away from death."

Sean explained softly.

"I saw it fly away at that time, is this the reason why Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't kill Voldemort?!"

Jia Siting seemed to have grasped something.

"What method did he use? Sean, you know..."

He stopped suddenly, then opened his mouth, and didn't speak again.

There shouldn't be a cold wind blowing in the Room of Requirement, but he felt a chill in his bones.

He suddenly understood why those green eyes were always neither happy nor sad, calm as a lake.

He knew that such eyes always had to reveal a desolate and resolute meaning.

And now, everything seemed to be explainable...

"No matter if he comes back or not, we will win..."

Jia Siting said with a forced smile.

He remembered the scene of facing Voldemort at that time, remembered that he had discussed with Sean side by side how to fight this battle that was destined to be lost.

What would Sean say?

No, he never spoke; he just answered with practical actions—

The important thing is to keep fighting, fighting, and fighting again; only then can evil be controlled, although it can never be completely eliminated...

Jia Siting felt his heart must be blocked; he suddenly knew that the entire Wizarding World was in jeopardy.

Because Voldemort, he possessed black magic that no one could imagine.

He didn't die; he would come back.

And the reason why Hogwarts is safe has never been just Dumbledore's credit.

Because there is someone who always stands between Voldemort and terror.

Even in the most difficult times, they would fantasize that Dumbledore would protect them from any harm.

But someone had long ago thrown away the fantasy.

"Only by relying on oneself is the most likely to win."

Jia Siting suddenly murmured.

He felt like he had fallen into a nightmare.

And now, no one could wake him from the nightmare, and he would no longer fantasize.

A twelve-year-old wizard had thrown away all luck at this moment.

He clearly knew that he must stand with Sean forever.

Because he could perceive more than ever before that the little wizard was even lonelier than they had imagined.

"Horcrux."

Jia Siting finally said a concept, a concept he saw in "Moste Potente Potions"—

【As for some more terrifying directions, regarding Horcruxes, this most evil magical invention, we should not discuss it, nor should we give guidance】

Now, Jia Siting knew that this magic could help evil fly away from death, in a cruel way they couldn't imagine.

"So, is this a Horcrux? How do I destroy it? Basilisk fangs?"

Jia Siting spoke, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, more high-spirited than ever.

"No, you stay away."

Sean said.

Jia Siting was disappointed and subconsciously walked away.

And Sean also retreated very far; he didn't want any variables to appear.

Since Tom Riddle's diary could erode the soul and control the wizard's mind, then being as cautious as possible when dealing with other Horcruxes was not too much.

When the wand was raised, the walls of the Room of Requirement had undergone great changes.

A stone statue nearly three meters high walked out of the wall and, in a very short time, picked up the basilisk fang and walked towards the wooden cabinet like a fighter. ===== CHAPTER 633 =====