Evan took half a step back, and before the tweezers could puncture his skin, he grabbed it with his other hand, flung it out, and threw it far to the ground.

The tweezers were quiet again, as if they had never lived.

Looking at the multi-legged tweezers on the ground, Evan didn't dare to be careless. He gasped for a moment, pulled out his wand, held it in one hand and plunged back into the cupboard with the other, slowly and cautiously approaching the locket, ready to defend against any danger that might occur.

However, this time he did not encounter any obstacles, and he successfully held the locket in his hand.

As his left hand touched the locket, Aven's eyes widened.

He couldn't believe that he had obtained a Horcrux from Voldemort so easily, and thinking about the diary of Tom Riddle he had met last year compared to the Slytherin locket he had now, the whole process was so easy that Evan felt like he was dreaming.

Aside from a tweezer with extremely low attack power, he didn't encounter any obstacles.

Evan suspected that the multi-legged tweezers were also a protective spell cast by Kreacher, much like a house-elf.

He looked up again into the foyer, where Mrs. Black's frantic screams were still heard from time to time, though they were blocked by a thick wall.

It seems that Kreacher will not be coming back here for a while.

Sirius, Harry, and Hermione disappeared into the tunnels, and they seemed to have descended so deep underground that they couldn't even hear the conversation.

Evan took a deep breath, he still had time.

He gently brushed the dust off the surface of the locket with his hand, and examined the Horcrux carefully.

Then, he took out the fangs of the basilisk that had been in his arms, and in order to avoid accidents, he planned to destroy it right here.

Evan had come into contact with Tom Riddle's diary last year, and he knew that the Horcrux itself was magical, able to influence the minds of those around him, and draw life force from those who came into contact with it, gradually come back to life, and could cast magic, no different from the real Voldemort.

Because of that, Evan didn't want to put this thing on his body and then accidentally get under control of it, or whatever, it was too dangerous.

He didn't know how old Voldemort was when he made the Horcrux, but one thing was for sure, he was definitely more dangerous, more evil at heart, and more master of dark magic than Tom Riddle, who was sixteen years old when he made the diary.

Evan didn't want to have another close encounter with Voldemort, so destroying the Horcrux immediately was the wisest option.

He squinted his eyes and carefully examined the locket in his hand.

Needless to say, the most striking feature of the locket is the emerald-encrusted capital S in the center that looks like a curved viper, which is a Slytherin signature.

Anyone who knows even a little about the history of magic or the coat of arms of pure-blood wizarding families knows what this letter really means. Salazar Slytherin himself is so famous that in addition to co-founding Hogwarts with the other three founders, he has done many earth-shattering things himself.

Around the capital letters, is a circle that is very noticeable.

Further outward, around the circle are many hazy, yellow-black strange lines, with a variety of styles, as if some kind of ancient text is conveying some kind of information.

Ewen didn't know the words, or more accurately, he wasn't even sure if the lines were words, maybe they just happened to be lined up together.

These strange ornaments seemed to be full of magic, and from time to time a dark golden light flashed on them, converging from the eight corners of the locket to the emeralds in the center.

Aven studied it for a while, and found nothing other than the words.

Then, he didn't hesitate.

With his determination, he placed the locket on the dusty dining table in front of him, his right hand gripped the basilisk's fangs tightly.

In the dark, his posture was unusually strange.

As if sensing what Evan was going to do, something in the locket was squirming like a cockroach in a cage.

"One-two" Evan breathed heavily, and he silently counted them, trying to overcome the growing uneasiness in his heart.

"One...... Two...... Three...... Open!"

Evan counted to the last number, and his wand flicked upward, and as he moved, the small gold lid of the locket clicked open.

Like a music box, an ominous ding-dong sound sounded, and Evan found himself inexplicably becoming weak and lethargic.

Inside the locket is a glass door, and something seems to be placed inside.

He looked closely, and through the two small glass windows, he seemed to see a living eye blinking in each, black and bright, like Tom Riddle's eyes.

As the music progresses, the two eyes begin to change as well, they gradually turn red, and the pupils begin to turn into a line, becoming Voldemort's eyes.

In the music, a voice hisses from the Horcrux, speaking to Aven.

"I see your heart, it's mine. Voldemort whispered, "I see your dreams, child, and I see your fears." What you desire can happen, but what you fear can happen."

"Really?" said Evan softly, his right hand holding the basilisk fangs trembling.

"That's right, I can help you, help you succeed, whatever you want, power, power, glory, I can give you, I can"

The allure of the voice was getting stronger and stronger, and Aven's head was a mess, and he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, Voldemort was trying to control him, and he had to make a move.

In the Horcruxes, Voldemort's whispers continued.

But Aven's right hand holding the basilisk fangs no longer trembled, he gasped heavily, his eyes locked on the locket, and his right hand stabbed down from top to bottom.

There was a click, the sound of glass shattering.

As the music stopped, the soul of Voldemort preserved in the Horcrux let out a piercing scream, as if to penetrate the human soul, his red eyes disappeared, and wisps of smoke rose from the colored silk lining of the locket.

Aven's body was trembling, and he knew he had succeeded.

He gasped for air, his face was pale, his legs were shaking, and he held on to the table in front of him so that he wouldn't fall.

He lowered his head and picked up the shattered Horcrux.

The two small glass windows inside the locket were punctured, and there was nothing inside, and there was no trace of Voldemort's soul in sight, as if he had never existed here.

Like the glass windows, the silk lining at the bottom of the locket was punctured by Aven, but fortunately it was not damaged.

"Huh!" Evan suddenly noticed that the bottom of the locket seemed to be the same as the outer lid, and there were many strange complicated patterns on the inside of the silk lining.

He hurriedly tore off all the silk, and Evan was surprised to find that the inside of the locket was exactly the same as the outside, with those yellow-black, hazy and strange words.

He was sure that these were definitely not the patterns brought by the original gold, but were carved by someone the day after tomorrow, as if it were a magic array.

A Slytherin locket is more than just a Horcrux. (To be continued.) )