I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Inside the Silver Hand Manor.

The gold cup was placed in a crystal cover, and John was flipping through the "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" in his hand.

"Regarding the making of a Horcrux, it involves the division of the soul."

The book floated in the air, flipping as John's fingers flicked.

Staring at the book, John said to himself: "Horcruxes have strong magic resistance, which makes them difficult to destroy."

Ordinary spells cannot destroy Horcruxes, and the objects that cast Horcruxes are very hard.

If John wants to destroy the Horcrux, he has many methods.

Either Fiendfyre or Silver Wick can do it.

He didn't need to do this though, since he had already destroyed two of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Excluding Harry, there are four Horcruxes.

One of the golden cups is in his hand, and John is going to use this golden cup to find the other three.

There is a mutual connection between the Horcruxes, which John has confirmed in Harry.

However, unlike living creatures like Harry and Nagini, the Gold Cup itself is unconscious.

Voldemort can rely on him to influence others, but he can't make a mental connection.

Opening the crystal cover, whispering bursts, as if bewitched by a demon.

Without changing his face, John took out the gold cup.

"As arrogant as your master."

John held the golden cup in his right hand, and the black silk thread stretched out from his fingertips and wrapped it into the golden cup.

At this moment, the voice that belongs to the soul is even stronger.

John raised his eyebrows, and the Soul-eating Curse wrapped the golden cup.

His mana is draining fast.

Glancing over the counterfeit Gryffindor sword next to him, John had a thought, and the magic of capturing objects was activated.

The fake Gryffindor sword is summoned and attached to the gold cup.

The black thread of the Soul-Eating Curse dragged a distorted soul, refusing to come out of the golden cup.

Seeing this, John stepped up his efforts, and his soul was gradually torn off.

Sweat was beading on his brow, and his eyes were fixed on the gold cup.

"It's still a bit difficult to tear the soul directly."

The right hand was quickly covered with silver, and then quickly turned black.

The five magic crystals sent power into the Philosophy Stone, and John's lack of magic power was quickly replenished.

"Do you still want to hold back?"

That soul power rushed towards John's arm, John frowned, his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

Black magic power swirled around his body, and John cut it off with a wand in his left hand.

The entangled horcrux fragments quickly wilted as if they had been hit hard.

Part of the power was transferred into the fake Gryffindor sword, only part of it was enough for John to use.

Putting the gold cup back into the crystal cover, John clapped his hands together, and a magic circle appeared on the fake Gryffindor sword.

The power that belonged to Voldemort was forced into the fake Gryffindor sword.

A silver light flashed on the fake Gryffindor sword, and then disappeared quickly.

Having done all this, John took up the sword.

"Accepted the power of the Horcrux and established a connection with the Horcrux."

He brought the sword close to the golden cup, and the gems shone brightly.

Horcrux detector.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, John looked at the fake Gryffindor sword and said, "I should give you a new name, let's call it Marvolo's Sword."

The fake Gryffindor sword is officially renamed.

John is very funny.

Holding this sword, isn't it the grandfather looking for the grandson?

Because of the injection of power, there is more power in Marvolo's sword, which brings a kind of damage similar to black magic.

After finishing everything, John closed the crystal cover and left this place.

He held the sword of Marvolo, magic power poured into it.

"Blood trail."

Although there is no blood, it has the power of Voldemort's Horcrux.

John launched the magic, and a wave centered on the sword of Marvolo spread out in all directions.

Suddenly, John felt a movement.

It was passed from the sword of Marvolo, very vague, pointing out a direction to John.

in London.

John looked down, and the pendant on his chest vibrated.

"Sirius? No, it's Black."

Pupils constrict, John stares at the pendant.

If there is nothing wrong with the sword of Marvolo, then the vibration at this moment is telling John that there is another Horcrux.

It can't be Sirius, then it's another place.

Blake's old house.

That is...

Order of the Phoenix?

John stared at Marvolo's sword, wondering if he should check it again.

After all, you have to convince him that Voldemort's Horcrux is right under Dumbledore's nose, which is somewhat terrifying.

Fate tricks people?

"Which Horcrux is it?"

John frowned. He had been in contact with the collection in Black's house.

Logically speaking, if there is a Horcrux, there is no reason for me not to touch it.

Or did Sirius not show him the entire collection last time?

Feeling bored for a while, John wished he could go to the Order of the Phoenix again.

It's a pity, if he does this, maybe the Order of the Phoenix will change places.

"There is a connection with the Black family, so it can be ruled out that it is like the diary."

In his second year, Voldemort's other Horcrux diary was brought to Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley.

He thought it was brought in by an outsider, but the Marvolo Sword turned out to belong to the Black family.

Only the person who takes it can be called the master.

Except for Sirius Black, everyone in the Black family is basically dead.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

A name came to mind.

Narcissa Malfoy...

Or rather, Narcissa Black.

Draco's mother and Lucius' wife.

The ever-pure daughter of Black.

"I need to find a time, a time away from Voldemort and Lucius."

John needs to ask Narcissa out, and the way is through Draco.

Narcissa is not a Death Eater.

She is a smart woman and a good wife.

"I hope she can help me."

John pondered for a moment, then stuffed Marvolo's sword into the small bag.

Leaving Silverhand Manor, he sent Draco a message.

Although Draco Malfoy was a little puzzled, why John wanted to see his mother, out of trust in John, he still found a chance to talk to Narcissa.

"That friend of yours really said that?" Narcissa was also puzzled when she heard that her son's friend wanted to meet her.

But she is not a son. As a wise Slytherin, she can piece together an image of a friend from the words of her son.

A perfect Slytherin, with enough ambition and determination to protect his friends.

"You make an appointment with him." Narcissa said to her son.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Classmate Malfoy felt that he wanted to accompany his mother, but Narcissa refused.

With her son's IQ being similar to her husband's, she felt that it might not be suitable for the past.

This made classmate Malfoy very depressed.

Narcissa didn't want her son to participate in her stupid husband's Death Eater behavior, and she was a little puzzled.

Why a lot of changes have taken place in my husband, maybe others can't see it.

But Narcissa, who was the person next to her pillow, could tell that Lucius had changed.

It's not about how it's changed, but it's like losing part of my memory.

This smart woman, through observation, she was sure that the part of her husband's lost memory was related to Johnny Silverhand.

Lucius used to address Johnny Silverhand as His Excellency, but now he calls him by his first name.

All the respect that existed disappeared.

If it is because Voldemort is back, the whole person swells.

That's impossible.

Lucius knew the power of Johnny's silver hand, even if Voldemort came back, he would not immediately turn his back on him.

Rule out the impossible, and the remaining answer, however absurd, is true.

Lucius forgot about that memory, or hid it.

And all of this is probably related to Johnny Silverhand.

Narcissa clearly remembered Lucius telling himself excitedly one day to change something.

What is it?

The Dark Mark that accompanies him for a lifetime.

Lord Johnny Silverhand promised to eliminate this thing.

Draco would no longer be secretly said to be the son of a Death Eater.

Lucius had changed, and Narcissa saw it.

Can give up all this, only for the son.

Seeing Lucius bowing his knees to Voldemort in a lowered posture, Narcissa turned her eyes away.

She was afraid that something would happen to Lucius.

Resentment came to mind.

Voldemort, why are you still alive? Isn't it good to die? Let our family not be involved in the whirlpool!

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