One of the most important rules of the wizarding world:

Don't easily trust magical items that you don't understand.

For William, who has been baptized by countless telecommunications frauds in his previous life, his vigilance may be very strong in the wizarding world.

Not to mention, Tom's diary was still secretly making trouble last semester, making everyone panic.

So the crown opened its mouth and said that it was the will of Ravenclaw.

This sentence is basically equivalent to: I, Ravenclaw, hit the money!

Ordinary little wizards might believe it, but how could William believe it?

The other party might as well say that it is Voldemort's Horcrux. This is a little more credible.

Besides, a dead Dementor is a good Dementor. William first beats the Big Mac to death, then takes the crown and has the headmaster inspect it.

This is the normal process, where is it still used with so much nonsense.

William didn't wait for the dust to fall, he held his wand in his right hand and waved it gently.

With each swing, a silver sea eagle soars into the air on the tip of the staff, hovering around one side.

In the blink of an eye, there is the Patronus Thirteen.

William pinched his wand and made a fancy gesture of aim, snapping his fingers together before snapping his fingers into the void.

Bang!

Thirteen sea eagles crisscrossed the line like a tide crashing on the shore, crashing straight into the place where the Dementor had disappeared.

The dust has not stopped

The dust is back!

The entire garbage heap was smashed like this, and there was a huge vacancy, and there were dozens of rapid and dull sounds one after another.

William kept his eyes peeled and waited for the Dementors to roll out and die.

When the Dementors came out, they looked extremely depressed, but they had no intention of retreating.

It seems to be more resilient to the Patronus Charm than normal Dementors.

Is it because you absorb too many of your kind, or is it because of the damage buff added by the crown?

William didn't know, at this time, the two sides were separated by more than ten meters, and his wand was slightly raised, drawing an arc, shooting out a purple half-moon light.

The Dementors spat out a black mist, but only resisted for a split second before being torn apart by the purple light.

There was another bang!

The black robe crashed out, but this time it was bent and slipped, sliding seven or eight meters away, before it could stop the retreat.

Although it is still embarrassing, it is much better than just now.

William motioned for Hermione to pass the fire. Ordinary magic is just a pleasure, and to deal with dementors, you have to look at the little phoenix.

He suddenly regretted that he hadn't asked Fox to help tonight.

"Give me the power you devour, give me your life, give all yours...... Leave it to me! ”

A hissing sound rang in the Dementors' ears.

"Don't resist, my servant!"

On the crown of dark rust, a pair of eyes appeared.

Soon, the blood-colored eyes shifted to the Dementor's face.

The Dementor's face, covered in a pale new skin, was as pale as if it had been coated with BB cream.

The face seemed to have been burned, and its features were blurred and strangely distorted. The whites of the eyes were filled with a lot of blood.

"Voldemort?!" William was shocked.

"Little wizard, do you know me?" A hoarse voice erupted from the Dementor's mouth.

Merlin's pectoralis major muscle, it's really the Dark Lord's Horcrux!

William did recognize the ugly face, which was already very similar to the one on the back of Quirrell's head.

It's just not as snake-like, the eyes aren't red enough, and the pupils aren't two lines either.

This suggests that this Horcrux may be in mid-to-late production, but not the last.

"Tell me everything you know, kid." Voldemort's tone was suddenly soft, as if he was afraid to scare William away.

"This kind of strength that is not suitable for the age...... Much like me when I was younger.

Are you pureblood...... Name your family, I may know. ”

The Horcrux began to set near. Voldemort's bloodline discrimination stubbornly led him to believe that William must be a pure-blood, not a Muggle.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, Lord Dark Lord." William said nonsense.

"Malfoy...... Who are you Abraxas Malfoy? ”

"It's my grandfather."

Voldemort suddenly snapped:

"You're lying...... Malfoy has light blonde hair. ”

"That's because my father, Lucius Malfoy, married my mother, Arthur Weasley.

Then, the hair turns dark brown. "William is serious.

"It's genetically possible, and hair color is genetically determined.

The genes that determine gold and red, known as alleles by Muggles, change color if they are not inherited. ”

Voldemort was confused.

William asked again in the tone of a scholarly caring intellectual disability: "Do you understand, if you don't understand, I'll talk about this question again, don't pretend to understand?"

If you really understand, let me ask again, after determining my hair color, what is the probability of light blonde hair if I have a sister? ”

Voldemort: "......"

William wasn't just talking nonsense, at least he could get a piece of information. This Horcrux was made before the seventies.

Otherwise, there is no reason not to know Lucius, and the first reaction is that of the ancestor Abraxas Malfoy.

It is impossible to detect it with C14, but it is certain that this is a work of art that predates the seventies and is after Mr. Fu's magic is completed.

Needless to say, its completeness is more valuable than that of a diary.

The Dark Lord didn't believe William's words, but he didn't debunk it either, what he needed was intelligence.

"Tell me...... How's it going to be the greatest Dark Lord of all time? ”

Tiara, like diaries, cares about their future selves.

"The Dark Lord is dead." William was possessed by a second.

"In order to save Harry Potter from dying, he blocked Arvada from gnawing melons for Harry...... Die a glorious death and a great death. ”

"Nonsense! The Dark Lord couldn't have died. The crown shrieked.

"The Dark Lord has experimented and advanced magic to an unprecedented level."

"Isn't it a Horcrux?" William scoffed.

"How do you know?!" Voldemort asked sharply, "Who told you what else do you know?" ”

"You told me yourself." William had a goofy badger expression again.

An honest and honest smile.

"Tom, your body and I, Draco Malfoy, are good brothers."

"You told me everything, including Horcruxes!" William had a look of underwhelming.

"The two of us are ...... Half-brothers! ”

Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't, holding back a little uncomfortable, clenching the end of her wand, and a little worried.

That's the Dark Lord. William "flirted" with him like this?

"You're looking for death!"

I couldn't see how the Dementor's lips opened, but I could hear a faint sound oozing from my throat, which was terrifying.

"When I catch you and give you a Dementor kiss, everything will be clear!" That soul was furious, and the killing intent was surging.

The Dementor roared, and black mist oozed from its body, clinging to its crown.

It was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the black fog was getting thicker and thicker.

Voldemort took over the Dementor's body, and he slowly floated off the ground, his hands spread forward, his middle finger bent, and he cast a spell directly without a wand.

With a slight curl of his fingers, a black python sprouted from the Dementor's fingertips.

A hissing Parseltongue sounded, and the black python rushed towards it violently.

"All curses are over!"

William held his wand in both hands and held it in front of him.

The magic drums, the ripples ripple.

The result is a wide mirror, like a fire being lifted and removed, but the fire hovers in the air.

The mirror surface of a person is high and stubbornly resists the hideous head of the huge python.

Voldemort in the Horcrux state is still very powerful.

But

How does it compare to the body attached to Quirrell's body?

How about Tom who has been laying out the layout for a whole year?

A Horcrux without a wand, relying only on a Dementor, wants to make waves?

Times have changed, my lord!

William's wand pressed down.

Between the mirrors, the brilliance exploded.

The python was like a big black who had been forcibly pressed down on the head to eat dog food, and hit his head on the floor without a struggle.

The floor was suddenly knocked out of a huge crater, and the black python exploded.

The wind blew, majestic, and the hair on William and Hermione's sideburns fluttered back.

William didn't care, he strode forward, transformed into a sea eagle, and swept away.

The next moment, the Dementor appears in front of him and knocks it to the ground.

"William!" Hermione shouted. "Wand!"

William waved his wand and shouted, "Wand fly!" ”

Three or four wands of unknown material broke away from Hermione and fell into William's hands.

This is the trophy captured when the werewolves were killed in France.

The tips of all wands were so devastating that they ignited Fawkes's flames.

"A Dementor's kiss? Do you still want to talk about me? ”

"You deserve it too!"

William took his wand and stabbed it all into the Dementor's mouth, writhing and stirring.

"Divine Guard!"

A dozen red-gold sea eagles stained with flames flew out of their wands, smashing into the Dementor's mouth in a continuous manner.

The dust settled.

William stepped out of the ruins and shook his robe slightly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The crown that carried Voldemort's soul was kicked and rolled forward by him.

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(Ask for recommendation votes, big guys.)

Thanks to the "little beating that is addicted to making trouble", "Voldemort under the slope", the two big guys for the reward. ）