"Of course not," Ron affirmed, before Harry could reply, "So, does the book say how to destroy Horcruxes?"

"Yes," said Hermione, now turning the brittle pages as if to examine the rotten entrails, "because it warned the Dark Wizards that they had to cast very powerful magic, and from all I've read, what Harry did to Riddle's diary was one of several very simple ways to destroy Horcruxes." ”

"What, pierce it with the basilisk's fangs?" Harry asked. "Oh well, luckily, then we've got a ton of basilisk fangs," Ron said, "and I wonder what we're going to do with them." ”

"It's not that it has to be the fangs of the basilisk. "Actually, I used to think that only certain items could destroy Horcruxes, but as long as there was something destructive enough that the Horcrux couldn't repair itself, and the basilisk's venom just happened to match, and if the antidote was used while destroying the diary, the Horcrux would be repaired sooner or later, as long as its magic was not completely lost." ”

"Phoenix's tears," Harry said, "I remember it was Fawkes who saved me because I was bitten by a basilisk......"

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

"Quite right. "However, our problem is that there are only a few things that are as destructive as the fangs of a basilisk, and it is very dangerous to carry them around, but this is a problem we have to solve, because tearing, crushing, or crushing a Horcrux will not succeed, and you must make it impossible to repair itself with magic." ”

"But even if we destroy what it holds," said Ron, "why wouldn't the soul in it just float out and store it in something else?"

"Because Horcruxes are the complete opposite of humans," seeing Harry and Ron looking at each other in confusion, Van Lin patiently explained, "It's like ghosts, if you two pay attention, in Defence Against the Dark Arts, a lot of dark magic can affect souls, and in fact, very few of the magic we learn can hurt souls......"

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

"If I take this thing now and let it pass through you, my body may die, but predictably, I won't destroy your soul at all. ”

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

"That's, of course, but the point I'm talking about is that whatever you do to your body, your soul will survive and not be touched," Van Lynn said, "Actually, the magic I'm good at is like that, but it's a different way for the Horcrux, the soul fragments in it depend on its container, its enchanted body, to escape disaster, it can't exist without the container, so to speak, merging the soul into the body, in other words, it will be exchanged for greater defense." ”

"But when I pierced the diary it seemed dead," Harry said, remembering the ink pouring out of the perforated pages like blood, and the screams of Voldemort's soul as it vanished.

"Yes, Van Lin's meaning is clear, they are symbiotes, and once the diary is completely destroyed, the soul kept in it no longer exists. Before you break it, Laura was trying her best to get rid of the journal and flush it out of the pipe, but, obviously, it came back like new. Hermione said.

"Wait," Ron said, frowning, "this soul in the diary rules Ginny, doesn't it?

"While the magic container is still intact, the soul inside it can fly in and out of the body of the person who is close to the container. I'm not saying that it lasts forever, and from what I understand, if you don't get moved, he probably won't be able to do anything. She added before Ron could speak, "I mean, emotionally close, Laura confided in the journal what was on her mind, she made herself very vulnerable, and if you like it too much or rely too much on Horcruxes, you're in trouble." ”

"But who likes Horcruxes?"

"It depends on the situation. "Actually, I had mastered Horcruxes for a while before that, and Voldemort's knowledge was in great need. ”

"So he controlled you at the time?"

"If he had been in control of Van Lin, I don't think we would have had a chance to speak here. Harry said helplessly.

"And what about Laura, the Slytherin girl?"

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

"Oh, I know, the Weasleys used to have abilities like purification, they said they came from unicorns, but now they're gone. Ron said, "So, what about you, Van Lin?"

"As you can see, my eyes, and elemental magic. "Sometimes it's really good to be happy. ”

"Okay, then Harry......"

"I have no idea what this is all about, and now I wonder how Dumbledore broke the ring?" Harry said, "Why didn't I ask him......?

His voice grew quieter: he was thinking about all the things he should have asked Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was dead, and while Dumbledore was alive, Harry seemed to have wasted too many opportunities to find out more about the truth...... to find out the truth about everything......

"We should always look forward, right, like we did in first grade. Van Lin smiled, "Why don't you ask me about Horcruxes, I'm the man who destroyed two Horcruxes, the Ravenclaw crown, and the Slytherin locket. ”

"So ......"

"Well, I'm using fangs, and I've had some ideas for the rest, but haven't tried them. "Still, it's not a problem at all. ”

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

"He's always been like this, and you don't even know how sullen he was when he's in the dorm......" Ron whispered.

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

There was no time to scuffle together, and with the rumble of the door wall, the bedroom door flew open, breaking everyone's atmosphere.

For a moment, the scene became a little chaotic, and Hermione screamed and threw away "Secrets of the Dark Arts". Crookshank sprang out from under the bed. Hissing angrily, Ron jumped away on a frog chocolate wrapper, his head hitting the opposite wall, and instinctively drew his wand before Harry realized he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley, whose hair was messy and her face twisted with rage.

As for Van Lin...... Well, he was startled by Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione just crashed into his arms, which made him a little choked......

Never overestimate the physical condition of a person who is good at dying, it will only be much worse than you think.

"I'm sorry for ruining your cozy little gathering," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice shaking, "I think you all need to rest...... But there are a lot of wedding gifts piled up in my room to pick out, and I remember you have agreed to help me. ”

"Oh yes, of course," said Hermione, looking frightened, struggling to her feet, "we do...... We're sorry ......."

Hermione looked at Van Lin in pain, then hurriedly left the room after Mrs. Weasley.

"Like a house elf," Ron grumbled quietly, still rubbing his head as the three of them walked out of the room after him. "I hate the work, and the sooner the wedding ends, the happier I am. ”

"yes," said Harry, "and then we don't have to do anything but find Horcruxes...... It's going to be like a vacation, isn't it?"

"Still a fun holiday. "We're probably going to a lot of places, not just the Horcruxes, the wizarding world is huge. ”

Ron began to laugh, but caught a glimpse of a large pile of wedding presents waiting for them in Weslev's room, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

The Delacours arrived at eleven o'clock the next morning, and Harry, Ron, Verlin, Hermione, and Ginny were indignant that Fleur had arrived at this hour, having just stayed up late the previous night.

Ron ran back upstairs without a gentleman, to put on the matching socks Harry struggled to smooth his hair, Hermione and Ginny had to simply clean up, a rare, need to make up the day, and Van Lin still looked sick and crooked, which made Hermione a little dissatisfied.

Just as he received Gabrielle, he should also act like an older brother.

Gabriel slept in the same bed with the two of them for a long time...... Friends, okay.

It's rare, there is no sleepy eyes, Hermione also helped trim her hair, with the already pale face, a proper face of a dead otaku witch who has not seen the light all year round.

When they all looked smart and clean, they all gathered in the sunny backyard and waited for the guests.

For the first time, it seems that everyone has never noticed that this place looks so neat.

The rusty boiler and old Wellington leather boots that usually littered the staircase from the back door are now gone.

In their place were two new swaying bushes, standing in large jars on either side of the door. Although there is no breeze, the leaves sway lazily to form a beautiful wave.

The kitchen door was closed. The yard was cleaned, and the adjacent garden was manicured, though Harry preferred its clumped appearance.

There are no goblins that usually pop up at any time, and it looks like it has been abandoned.

He had lost much of the security of his magic, which had been set up in the Burrow by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

What Harry knew was that it was no longer possible for anyone to magically move straight to one place, so Mr. Weasley had gone to a nearby hilltop to meet the Delacul family, who would be there via the Portkey.

The first sound they heard was an unusually high-pitched laugh, it was Mr. Weasley's, and a moment later he appeared at the gate, full of luggage, leading a beautiful blonde woman, dressed in a long leaf-green robe, who was Fleur's mother.

"Mommy!" Fleur cried, rushing into her arms before "Daddy!"

Far from being as attractive as his wife, Mr. Delacour was a head shorter than her, with a small black beard with a pointed point, and he looked good-tempered, and he jumped over to Mrs. Weasley in high heels, kissing her twice on each cheek, which made Mrs. Weasley look flustered.

"I'm sorry for your trouble," said Mr. Delacour, his voice low, "Fleur tells us you've done a lot. ”

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" said Mrs. Weasley, her voice shaking. "No hassle at all!"

Ron kicked a goblin peeking out from a bush swaying in the wind from behind, venting his feelings.

"Dear Madam," said Mr. Delacour, whose chubby hand was still holding Mrs. Weasley's hand, said beamingly, "I am honored by the union of our two families! ”

Mrs. Delacour glides forward a few steps, then also stops to kiss Mrs. Weasley.

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

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

"Of course, you've met my little daughter, Gabrielle," said Mr. Delacour, who looked like a miniature version of Fleur, eleven years old, with waist-length solid hair and silver eyes, who smiled brightly at Mrs. Weasley and hugged her.

Then, Gabrielle gave Hermione and Van Lin a fiery look, her eyelashes flickering.

Gabrielle is still so cute, and has a much better personality than Fleur, not as much as her sister, I believe Gabrielle also has a less arrogant and cute girl-next-door growth environment.

In other words, vampire Lori may not be very reliable, and Meiwa bloodline Lori is not bad......

It's just that Gabrielle is a little big, otherwise, you can also operate a wave, for example, want a custody or something?

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Ginny cleared her throat loudly as the host.

"Come in, then," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, "you ...... first."

"No...... You please!"

"You first!"

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

It soon became clear that the Delacours were particularly pleasant, they loved everything, they were eager to help prepare for the wedding, and Monsieur Delacour arranged everything loudly, from the seating arrangements to the bridesmaid's shoes. Madame de la Cuer was the most skilled at using the household spell, and in a moment the oven was cleaned, and Gabrielle followed her sister, helping her in any way she could, and she spoke French quickly and indistinctly. On the other hand, the Burrow was not built to be habitable for many people, with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley now sleeping in the living room, and Mr. and Mrs. Delacour shouting in protest insisting on not sleeping in their bedroom.

Gabrielle and Fleur slept together in Percy's old room, and when Bill's best man Charlie returned from Romania, the two of them slept in the same room.

However, the opportunity to get together to discuss the plan became almost impossible, and it made Harry and Ron desperate, and they volunteered to feed the chicks just to escape the overcrowded room.

It seems that this effect is not very obvious.