Chapter 1,237

"Of course not," Ron said firmly before Harry answered, "So, does the book say how to destroy a Horcrux?"

"Yes," said Hermione, now turning the brittle pages as if examining rotting entrails, "because it warns dark wizards that they have to do very powerful magic, from all I've read Judging from this, what Harry did to Riddle's diary was one of several very simple ways to destroy Horcruxes."

"What, piercing it with basilisk fangs?" Harry asked. "Oh, well, luckily we already have plenty of basilisk fangs," said Ron. "I wonder how we're going to deal with them."

"It doesn't mean that it must be the fangs of the basilisk." Fan Lin said, "In fact, I once thought that only specific items can destroy Horcruxes. However, as long as they are destructive enough, the Horcruxes cannot be destroyed." A self-repairing thing is fine, and the basilisk's venom just fits it. If you destroy the diary and use the antidote at the same time, the Horcrux will be repaired sooner or later, as long as its magic power is not completely lost."

"Tears of the Phoenix," Harry said, "I remember it was Fawkes who saved me because I was bitten by a basilisk..."

Harry touched his forearm as if the wound was still there.

"Exactly," said Hermione, "but our problem is that there are very few things as destructive as a basilisk's fangs, and it's very dangerous to carry them around, but nevertheless, it's something we have to A troublesome solution, since tearing, shattering, or crushing a Horcrux won't work, you must make it unable to magically repair itself."

"But even if we destroy what it contains," Ron said, "why doesn't the soul inside it just float out and be stored in something else?"

"Because Horcruxes are completely opposite to humans." Seeing Harry and Ron looking at them in confusion, Fanlin explained patiently, "It's like ghosts. If you two pay attention, in Defense Against the Dark Arts Technically, many black magic can affect the soul, but in fact, very few of the magic we have learned can harm the soul..."

Fan Lin said, stretched out his hand and condensed an ice blade in the palm of his hand.

"If I hold this thing now and let it pass through you, the body may die, but it is foreseeable that I will not destroy your soul at all."

"That would be very comfortable for me, I'm sure." Ron said, and Harry laughed.

"That is, of course! But the point I am talking about is that no matter what is done to your body, your soul will survive and cannot be touched," Fan Lin said, "In fact, this is the case with all the magic I am good at, but It is a different approach to a Horcrux. The fragment of soul inside it relies on its container, its enchanted body, to escape disaster. Without the container it cannot exist, integrating the soul into the body, so to speak. In other words, it comes in exchange for greater defensive capabilities."

"But the diary seemed to die when I pierced it," Harry said, remembering the ink flowing like blood from the perforated pages, and the scream of Voldemort's soul as it disappeared.

"Yes, Fanlin's meaning is very clear. They are symbionts. Once the diary is completely destroyed, the soul stored in it will no longer exist. Before you destroy it, Laura is trying her best to get rid of this The diary, flushed it down the pipe, but, apparently, it came back like new," Hermione said.

"Wait," said Ron, frowning, "the spirit in the diary controls Ginny, doesn't it? How does it do that?"

"While the magical vessel is still intact, the piece of soul within it can fly in and out of the body of the person near the vessel. I'm not saying it dominates permanently, but from what I understand, if you remain unmoved , he might not be able to do anything," she added before Ron could speak, "I mean, by being emotionally close to Laura pouring her heart out to the diary, she made herself very vulnerable, if. If you like or rely too much on Horcruxes, you'll be in trouble."

"But who would like Horcruxes?"

"It depends on different situations." Fan Lin said, "In fact, I had mastered Horcruxes for a period of time before this, and among them, Voldemort's knowledge made me feel very needed."

"So he controlled you then?"

"If he had controlled Fanlin at that time, I think we might not have had the chance to talk here." Harry said helplessly.

"What about Laura, the Slytherin girl?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of her talent." Fan Lin thought for a moment, "Laura has an extraordinary affinity for ghosts. This comes from their family's unique magic."

"Oh, I know, the Weasley family once had abilities similar to purification. They said it came from unicorns, but it has been lost now." Ron said, "What about you, Fan Lin? ? "

"As you can see, I have eyes and elemental magic." Fan Lin said, "Sometimes you really should be lucky."

"Okay, then Harry..."

"I have no idea what this is about, and now I want to know how Dumbledore destroyed the ring?" Harry said, "Why didn't I ask him? I really never..."

His voice gradually trailed off: he was thinking about all the things he should ask Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was dead. When Dumbledore was alive, Harry seemed to have wasted too many opportunities to find out. To uncover more truths...to find out the truth about everything...

"We should always look forward, right? Just like we did in first grade." Fan Lin smiled, "About Horcruxes, why don't you ask me? I am the man who destroyed two Horcruxes. Ravenclaw's diadem, and Slytherin's locket."

"so..."

"Well, I used fangs. I have some other ideas, but I haven't tried them yet." Fan Lin said, "But, that's not a problem at all."

"When did you become like this?" Hermione wondered.

"He's always been like this. When he's in the dormitory, you don't even know how sullen he is..." Ron said softly.

"That's much better than you holding a poster of a beautiful woman and looking like a pig!" Fan Lin responded not to be outdone.

There was no time to struggle, and with a loud bang on the door wall, the bedroom door flew open, breaking everyone's atmosphere.

For a moment, the scene became a bit chaotic, and Hermione screamed and threw away the "Secrets of Dark Arts". Crookshanks darted out from under the bed. Hissing angrily, Ron jumped away and landed on a frog chocolate wrapper, his head hitting the opposite wall, and before Harry realized he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley, he instinctively Pulling out his wand, Mrs. Weasley's hair was messy and her whole face was twisted in anger.

As for Fanlin...well, he was startled by Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione ran right into his arms, which made him a little depressed...

Never overestimate the physical condition of a person who is good at seeking death. It will only be much worse than imagined.

"I'm sorry to ruin your cozy get-together," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice trembling, "I think you all need some rest... but there are a lot of wedding gifts piled up in my room that I need to sort through. Remember you agreed to help me."

"Oh, yes, of course," Hermione said, looking frightened as she struggled to stand, "We would... we're sorry..."

Hermione looked at Fanlin painfully, and then hurriedly left the room behind Mrs. Weasley.

"Like a house elf," Ron complained quietly, still rubbing his head as the three of them followed him out of the room. "I hate these jobs, and the sooner the wedding is over, the happier I will be."

"Yeah," said Harry, "and then we won't have to do anything but find the Horcruxes... That'll be like a holiday, won't it?"

"It's still a very interesting holiday." Fan Lin sighed, "We may go to many places, not just Horcruxes, the magic world is very big."

Ron started to laugh, but stopped short when he caught a glimpse of the pile of wedding presents waiting for them in Weasley's room.

The Delacours arrived at eleven o'clock the next morning. Harry, Ron, Vernon, Hermione and Ginny were very indignant at the arrival of the Fleurs at this hour. They had just stayed up so late the night before.

Ron ran back upstairs without being a gentleman and put on socks that matched his clothes. Harry tried hard to smooth his hair. Hermione and Ginny had to do a simple tidying up. It was a rare day when they needed to put on makeup. Lin still looked sick, which made Hermione a little dissatisfied.

Just as he was receiving Gabri, he should act like an older brother.

Gabrielle had slept in the same bed with the two of them for a long time... friends.

It was rare that he was not drowsy, and Hermione even helped trim his hair to match his already pale face, giving him the look of a dead otaku wizard who had not seen the light of day all year round.

When they were all looking smart and clean, they all gathered in the sunny backyard to await their guests.

For the first time, everyone seemed to have never noticed that this place looked so neat.

The rusty cauldron and old leather Wellington boots that usually littered the stairwell from the back door were now gone.

In their place are two new swaying bushes, standing in large pots on either side of the door. Although there was no breeze, the leaves swayed lazily, forming a nice wave shape.

The kitchen door is closed. The yard was swept and the adjacent garden manicured, although Harry still preferred the leafy look.

There are no goblins that usually jump out at any time. It looks like it is abandoned.

He had lost much of the magical security that the Order and Ministry of Magic had set up at the Burrow.

All Harry knew was that it was no longer possible for anyone to move directly to one place via magic, so Mr. Weasley had made his way to a nearby hilltop to meet the Delacours, who were to pass the Portkey Get there.

The first sound as they arrived was an unusual high-pitched laugh. It was that of Mr. Weasley, who appeared at the gate a moment later with a full suitcase and a beautiful blonde woman. , she wears a long leaf-green robe, she is Fleur's mother.

"Mom!" Fleur cried, rushing into her arms and then "Dad!"

Mr. Delacour was far less attractive than his wife. He was a head shorter than her and had a spiky black beard. He looked good-natured and skipped towards Mrs. Weasley, who was wearing high heels. , kissing her twice on each cheek, making Mrs. Weasley look flustered.

"For the trouble you have," said Mr. Delacour, his voice low, "Fleur tells us you have done a lot."

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" said Mrs. Weasley, her voice trembling. "No trouble at all!"

Ron kicked a goblin who was peeking out from the bushes swaying in the wind to vent his emotions.

"My dear madam," said Mr. Delacour, beaming, still holding Mrs. Weasley's hand with one of his plump hands, "I am honored by the union of our two families! Jean Let me introduce my wife, Apollo."

Mrs. Delacour glided forward a few steps, then stopped to kiss Mrs. Weasley as well.

"It's an honor to meet you," she said, "your husband has told us very interesting stories!"

Suddenly Mr. Weasley burst out laughing. Mrs. Weasley glanced at him, and he immediately became silent, pretending to be visiting a good friend who was sick in bed.

"Of course, you have already met my little girl, Gabrielle," said Mr. Delacour. Gabrielle was a miniature version of Fleur, eleven years old, with waist-length solid-colored hair and a sparkling sparkle. With silvery blue eyes, she smiled brightly at Mrs. Weasley and gave her a hug.

Then, Gabrielle gave Hermione and Fanlin a passionate look, her eyelashes fluttering.

Gabrielle is still so cute, and she has a much better personality than Fleur. She doesn't have the guidance of her sister. I believe that Gabrielle also grew up in a less arrogant and cute girl-next-door environment.

By the way, vampire lolita may not be reliable, but Veela-blooded lolita are not bad either...

It’s just that Gabrielle is a bit old, otherwise, we can still do something, such as asking for custody rights or something?

? ? ?

Ginny cleared her throat loudly as the hostess.

"Then, please come in!" Mrs. Weasley said brightly, "Please first..."

"No...please!"

"You first!"

In a flurry of humility, Weasley led the Delacours into the room.

It soon became apparent that the Delacours were an extremely entertaining family. They enjoyed everything and enthusiastically helped prepare for the wedding. Mr. Delacour loudly arranged everything from the seating arrangements to the bridesmaids. shoes. Lady Delacour was the most skilful in the use of household spells, and in a flash the oven was clear, and Gabrielle followed her sister, trying to help her in any way she could, speaking rapidly and inarticulately. French. But on the other hand, the Burrow was not well built to accommodate many people, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley now slept in the living room, while Mr. and Mrs. Delacour insisted on not sleeping in their bedroom, shouting in protest.

Gabrielle slept with Fleur in Percy's old room, and when Bill's best man Charlie returned from Romania, they shared a room.

However, the opportunity to get together to discuss plans became almost impossible, leaving Harry and Ron so desperate that they volunteered to feed the chickens just to avoid the overcrowded room.

It seems that this effect is not very obvious. (To be continued)