Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"What Jinshu Catalog? I feel like you're talking about things in the East?" Oliver frowned.

"It seems that you don't like history very much either." Aiden teased, with a funny shape in front of his huge dragon eyes.

"The British have no history at all," Edmund retorted.

“I think mine is pretty good.”

"That's because you don't need to skip classes to survive in school, but I heard they seem to have banned guns recently."

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In reality, Ron and Hermione suggested destroying the Horcrux to prevent it from being taken back by Voldemort.

The three of them came to a secluded spot in the woods, and Hermione found a fallen tree and placed the earrings on it.

"You go first!" Hermione looked at Harry. As the savior, he might have some restraint on Voldemort, so Hermione let Harry try first.

"Split left and right!" Harry cast a spell, knocking the earrings away and cutting the entire piece of dead wood into two pieces.

Although the metal on the earrings was torn into pieces by Harry, the gem at the core seemed to be intact.

The three of them walked forward slowly and saw the gem that had fallen to the ground. Hermione saw that the gem was intact, so she took out her wand and tried it.

"The flames are blazing."

The gem in the dead leaves burst into flames, and the blazing flames continued to burn it, but it was still as bright as new, and the reflections from time to time seemed to mock the powerlessness of the wizards.

Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand, "Everything explodes!"

The spell blew the gem into the air, and it fell back down, and Harry sighed.

"Shattered into pieces.", "Smashed into pieces", "Smashed into pieces", "Smashed into pieces!"

Harry repeatedly used spells to hit the gem that had fallen to the ground, but the gem showed no signs of damage except that it bounced up and fell to the ground again.

"Use the same spell you performed that day in Shaftesbury Avenue," Hermione reminded.

"No, that spell can only bounce back other people's attacks. It won't have any damaging effect if it is released actively." Harry shook his head.

As he said this, he walked to the gem, tied it up with a thin rope, and put it on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"To keep it safe before destroying it," Harry explained.

Behind the two of them, Ron, who had a bandage on his injured hand, was leaning against a tree.

"So this is too strange. Dumbledore assigned you a task, and Aiden gave you guidance. Neither of them told you how to destroy the Horcrux. Are they playing tricks on you?"

Harry looked at Ron for a long time, suppressing all negative perceptions in his heart. In his heart, he always believed that he should not have dragged his two good friends into this in the first place. He said nothing, but turned and walked towards the tent.

At the back of the tent, Harry leaned slightly on the tent cloth. Inside the tent, Ron's radio kept broadcasting news about who was being hunted and who was being killed, while Hermione brought them some fresh water in the distance.

Harry fiddled with the Horcrux gently, and the protective magic on it sensed the magic from the same source and was slowly reviving.

'You know the spell Harry, just say it and you will achieve your goal.'

The lewd music surrounded Harry, slowly breaking through his brain blocking technique, ready to tempt him to use the unforgivable spell to shatter his soul and fall into it.

He followed the connection between the Horcrux and Senior Sister Tom and saw that she was hunting down Gregorovitch. After returning from the war in Egypt, her anger burned like a wildfire.

Finally, he cornered Gregorovitch in a small German shop and forced him into the deepest corner of the shelf.

"Where is it? That thing is there. You know what I want to find!" Senior Sister Tom rode on Gregorovitch and put her wand against his neck.

"I swear, this is all I know. The boy stole it ninety years ago, and I didn't track him down." Gregorovitch tremblingly told the information he knew.

Senior Sister Tom's bloodshot pupils rolled up. With the help of the power of chaos, she read Gregorovitch's mind and knew that what he said was true.

"I believe you." Senior Sister Tom smiled sweetly. Just when Gregorovitch thought he was going to be let go, a green light filled his vision.

"what--!"

Harry saw Gregorovitch being killed by the Killing Curse. The wand box fell from the shelf and covered Gregorovitch's body like a small grave.

"You're next, my dear Harry Potter." Senior Tom noticed the connection, and she took the initiative to cut off Harry's communication request.

"Ah--!" Harry fell to the ground twitching.

Hermione came over with some water and gave Harry some. "Looks like it's over."

Harry tried hard to prop himself up and leaned against the tent again, but this time he gave most of his body strength to the tent for support.

"Well, I'm fine." Harry gave Hermione an I'm-okay smile.

"You can't enter her mind again. Aiden said there is some poison in her mind." Hermione looked at him worriedly.

Harry shook his head and shared the information he had obtained with Hermione, "She found Gregorovitch."

"The wand merchant?" Hermione was also sitting nearby.

"She wants something that Gregorovitch once had. I don't know what it is, but she's desperate to find it. I mean, it's a matter of life and death."

Behind Harry, the sound of the radio was deliberately amplified. The noisy broadcast and the hissing sound of electricity made Harry, who had just woken up from Voldemort's thoughts, even more uncomfortable.

His face turned very pale and he pounded the floor hard, wanting to rush in and yell at Ron.

"Don't!" Hermione stopped Harry, "He has been relying on these broadcasts for comfort lately."

"The broadcast makes me feel very uncomfortable, and what does he want to hear, good news from the Ministry of Magic?" Harry shook his fist.

Hermione also lowered her head sadly. Although her parents were taken away by Arthursie, she was also very worried that something might happen to them. The three wanted men didn't dare to go looking for Arthursie openly. Hermione regretted that she didn't have a good chat with her the last time they met.

However, Hermione still kept everything to herself and forced a smile, "I think he just hopes there is no bad news."

"How long will it take him to move?" Harry stood up and looked down at Hermione.

"I did the best I could." Hermione looked up at him.

"You haven't done enough!" Harry walked away irritably.

"Take it off!" Hermione's tone suddenly turned cold. Harry was intimidated by her and stood there obediently, watching Hermione come over and take off the gem from his neck.

"From now on, we will take turns to keep this thing. Understand?" Hermione's queen-like majesty made Harry dare not look up, and he could only nod weakly like a chicken.