Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 87: Off to grab the textbook!

Chapter 87: Off to grab the textbook!

Gaunt is rumored to be a descendant of Slytherin, who was Voldemort's idol, so we have to check this place out, whether it's true or not, we have to come.

Wizards' thinking is rather abstract, but sometimes it is also quite naive. They always believe that magic can solve everything, only to be slapped in the face by reality and accidents, eventually turning them into lunatics or mentally ill.

Owen didn't want to become like that. His understanding of magic was that it was for his own convenience: magic that could save his life, such as armor charms and illusion charms, magic that could help him escape, such as polymorph and apparition, and magic for daily life, such as Fiendfyre.

As for combat magic—

Looking at the old house that resembled an ancient tomb, he had no intention of going in immediately. He could smell the dark magic inside from afar. Even behind the main gate, there were three evil curses that could be triggered as soon as the door was opened, causing anyone who entered to be cursed.

It seems I wasn't wrong. This place must have been turned into something Voldemort wouldn't dare to enter easily, an unknown place in the open.

Here, we must mention another shortcoming of wizards: they are cautious about their lives when doing great things, but will risk their lives for small gains.

Out of curiosity, Owen once asked Dama how much of the promise and benefit Voldemort made to win over the pure-blood families had materialized.

Dama remained silent for a long time, without uttering a single word.

Given the nature of pure-blood families, they shouldn't have been fooled by Voldemort, who was born a Muggle. But the reality is just that incredible. Voldemort painted a rosy picture for the pure-blood families, and they took it. They were given money and manpower when asked for them, and before they even saw any benefits, they had already paid a price.

and then?

These angel investors did enjoy a period of glory, but just when they thought they were about to take control of the world, Voldemort died at the hands of a one-year-old baby.

Good heavens, the winds shifted instantly, a massive purge ensued, and then everyone lost both their lives and their possessions.

That's why Da Ma was so silent when asked by Irving. But this kind of mistake can't be corrected so easily. Voldemort's smartest move was that he swallowed all the angel investors' investments and used his power and madness to control the purebloods, making it impossible for them to get off the ship easily.

Thinking of this, Owen laughed, and then Fiendish Curse Zero Zhen started, burning the door, the walls on both sides, and the evil curse behind it all to ashes!

This isn't my home, there's no need to be so careful. If there's danger, just do it!

With the tone of the operation set, everything else became very easy. Anything or place with a hint of dark magic was cleared by Fiery Blaze.

In this respect, Irving is extremely grateful to the old devil. The blue Fiendfire and the crimson Fiendfire, although both are Fiendfire, are worlds apart.

Blue fire may not be as damaging as red fire, but in terms of functionality, it is far superior. At least blue fire can burn wherever it wants. If it says it will burn an egg on the floor, it won't burn the floor itself. This is something red fire can't do. That thing can burn even a tiny spark and won't stop without magic.

He kept burning things along the way, making the already dilapidated old house even worse, but so what?

If Voldemort could actually be killed once, I might have to put in even more effort and burn this dilapidated house into a shape, like—burning it into a fist that's pointing to the middle finger.

"This is the resurrection stone?"

Owen looked at the ruby ​​ring before him, thought for a moment, and then pulled another book from his pocket, *Peter Bean the Bard*. This wizarding fairy tale contained a description of the Deathly Hallows, but the story was only briefly mentioned, with no illustrations.

There was no other way; we couldn't burn any more, because there was nothing more similar, and everything else had already been burned.

This thing is a little different from the ornament box. It's cursed. I thought it would be a big project, but when Owen examined it carefully, he found that the curse was on the ring setting, not on the gemstone.

That made things much easier. The ring setting was burned, and the gemstone was wrapped in pre-prepared purple silk and placed together with the pendant box.

Let's be honest, will the souls inside these two Horcruxes fight each other?

Forget it, let's not be reckless. We'll just soak them in water later and poison the souls inside first.

Two more Horcruxes were acquired, and Owen achieved his small goal for this trip. He returned to the hotel, took out a piece of paper, and dialed the number on it. The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Is this Calder? Haha, hello there, I'm Irving."

"Irving? Haha, hello! The owl you gave me is growing so fast. I was planning to write to you next month."

"Calder, honesty is a virtue."

"Alright, alright, the owl's grown up. I just forgot how to write, Owen. You're not planning to curse me for that, are you?"

Irving laughed: "Of course not, I prefer using my fists."

Calder laughed heartily on the other end of the phone. After a while, he finally spoke, "Alright, Owen, I'm off to work now, so—"

Irving's expression turned serious: "Work? What is it this time?"

"Vampire, how about it, little one? Scared yet?"

"No, wait for me for a day. I'll come to you in a day. This time I'm going to capture a few live vampires to use as teaching materials in Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

After saying that, Irving hung up the phone, checked out of the hotel, booked a flight, and headed to the United States to source textbooks for the school!

Meanwhile, Calder frowned slightly, then quickly smiled. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to observe magic properly.

Without needing an address, Irving easily found Calder in a church, and Calder and his Dolan, seeing Irving appear before them with a "snap," had a strange look in their eyes.

Without much formality or a dinner invitation, Irving followed Calder's car towards their destination. It took them two days and two nights to reach a small mining town.

Owen, still in his pajamas, jumped out of the car and said to Calder, who had just gotten out, "I suggest you get a helicopter; those things are much faster than cars."

Calder laughed: "Sometimes, the scenery along the way is a reward too."

Irving laughed: "All you've done on this trip is eat and sleep. You haven't seen a single sight of the scenery, but you've watched several videotapes."

Calder laughed even harder: "I just didn't expect magic to be so comfortable."

Irving rolled his eyes. How could he not be uncomfortable?

The driver was a magical dummy, and the interior of the car was expanded using an expansion spell, turning it into a two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, and two-bathroom space. These past two days, it was less about traveling and more about staying at home.

"Alright, where's the vampire?"

Owen's pajamas instantly transformed into a robe; he was now more comfortable fighting in a robe than in other clothes.

Calder chuckled. "Vampires don't like to hang out during the day, so let's go inside and have a drink. By the way, you're not an adult yet, so you can't drink, right?"

"Of course, but don't worry, I brought my own milk."

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