Chapter 1005: Crazy Kreacher and the Horcruxes

"Hey, listen, Kreacher, I don't want to hurt you, as long as you give me that thing." Fan Lin had some inexplicable emotions.

Kreacher is controlled by Voldemort? This is very possible, but it is not Kreacher's fault, just like Ginny at the time, but in fact, Fanlin has always had a bad impression of this crazy house elf.

The guy who spits shit, the theory of pure-blood aristocrat supremacy has been integrated into Kreacher's bones, just like those old stubborns who refuse to change...

Kreacher still didn't answer, just talking to himself about Slytherin's locket.

If Harry were here, he would be able to hear the sound he least wanted to hear.

"Come on... Kreacher, as long as you kill the two people behind you... you will be able to win the love of your master and become a brave elf, Kreacher..."

"But...but, Kreacher doesn't know what to do..." Kreacher said tremblingly, but his body did not move at all.

"What are you going to do, Kreacher, put him down." Fan Lin said repeatedly. If it weren't for Hermione, he wouldn't be willing to talk about these nonsense. Although he said he hadn't killed anything yet, he punished a domesticated animal. Elf……

"Put me on, and then you will know what to do, Kreacher... Be brave, Kreacher, it won't be difficult."

"Wear it... as long as you put it on, you can protect the Black family..."

"Yeah, that's right, just put it on."

That voice was tempting, and Kreacher's eyes gradually changed. His hands were trembling a little, and he looked a little uncertain, but...

"I said, give him to me, Kreacher!" Fan Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore. A blue light shot out from the wand in Fan Lin's hand, and the target was the thing in Kreacher's hand...

However, to Fan Lin's surprise, Kreacher's movements seemed to suddenly speed up. Fan Lin saw Slytherin's locket emitting some fluctuations, and then his magic disappeared strangely.

"Stop, Kreacher..."

Kreacher quickly put the locket around his neck and turned around, his yellow eyes shining with different colors.

"You are all robbers, Kreacher wants to protect the Black family."

The screams of the house elves were very unpleasant, especially since Fan Lin blocked the surrounding space. Invisibly, Fan Lin was hit more than once, and even the magic he prepared was interrupted.

There was almost no pause, and everything around him was moving.

Dobby had already experienced the effective methods of house elves. At that time, Dobby almost sent all four of them to the hospital.

Everything in the entire space became restless, and the bust swayed uneasily. This forced Fan Lin to increase his efforts to suppress the abnormal movements around him. Although he was sure, this did not mean that Hermione was not sure either. Injuried.

"Kreacher, you've gone too far..." Fan Lin said in a low voice. Kreacher's magic power was much stronger than he imagined.

As a natural user of magic, a house elf can feel magic and control it from birth. For the accumulation of magic, the average adult wizard is not even as strong as the house elves at the same time.

However, house elves have been enslaved for so long that their inheritance as magical creatures has been cut off, and they can only do some things based on instinct.

"I said, stop it!"

"Petificus Totalus (Petificus Totalus!)"

In an instant, gray light spread from the floor to Kreacher's body. The ability to resist seemed to be weaker than Fan Lin thought. However, with Voldemort's pride, it was not embarrassing for Voldemort to absorb the life and power of a house elf. That point.

Suddenly, everything around him returned to calm. The statues that were originally hanging in the air also fell back to the floor. Fortunately, Kreacher was not that strong, otherwise, the few remaining cultural relics and statues of the Black family would have been destroyed.

But now there is one more.

Fanlin looked at the house elf who was still roaring, stepped forward, reached out and took off the Slytherin locket from Kreacher's neck.

"He's controlled, just like Ginny!" Hermione said, "But..."

"As you can see, Hermione, he is just petrified. With the characteristics of house elf magic, my magic cannot trap him for too long. However, I always have to ensure that he You won’t bother me anymore.”

Fan Lin said, placing Slytherin's locket on the table next to him.

Voldemort's Horcrux was really terrible. It could affect a person's emotions unknowingly. Fan Lin didn't realize anything was wrong until now.

Hermione's hesitation and retort, judging from Hermione's usually decisive character, it is impossible for her to not distinguish which side is more important, Voldemort's soul fragment, and a sluggish house elf, the importance of the two is simply not the same. They were not on the same level. If she were in a sober state, Hermione would definitely be the first to take action.

And the only thing left is himself.

Inexplicable mania, and...

His thought just now was definitely to destroy all the obstacles in front of him, a powerful blasting spell or something else.

In such a small space, this would definitely kill everyone. If Fan Lin hadn't woken up temporarily and changed the blasting spell to a petrification spell, they might have ended up here.

Fan Lin was thinking while running the Occlumency Technique in an effort to stabilize himself, and at the same time pressed a hand on Hermione's back.

"Fan Lin... you..." Hermione didn't quite understand, but her eyes were a little dazed, and she always felt that something was wrong...

"We are all affected by him." Fan Lin said, while he was on guard.

"We were too careless, and the process of finding him went so smoothly that we all relaxed our vigilance. I even wanted to blow up the whole place just now..."

"Blow it up!" Hermione looked at Fan Lin in surprise, and then stared at Slytherin's locket.

"We'd better destroy it quickly," Hermione said. "I think we're all going to go crazy if we stay like this."

"Okay." Fan Lin nodded heavily. This affected emotion was very bad, but it was still so strong when he destroyed the Ravenclaw crown, perhaps because of Voldemort's resurrection.

Fan Lin turned his hand, and a pitch-black fang appeared in Fan Lin's hand. He still remembered the way the Slytherin locket had just absorbed his magic. It seemed that this was the characteristic of the Slytherin locket itself. Fan Lin Lin was not sure whether the Fierce Fire Curse could burn this thing, but the basilisk's fangs were obviously the safest way now. (To be continued)