Within minutes, Manjik's house was up and down, and ten people, young and old, were robbed of their wands and sat in the hall and tied together. Staying under the protection of the Loyalty Spell had made them let their guard down, and no one had succeeded in resisting even a single spell.

For the family that supported the Death Eaters, this year's Christmas Eve was doomed to be unpeaceful.

The other four watched the pile of "prisoners" downstairs, while Lockhart led the Manjiks upstairs to their room.

"Very good, you really have a lot of forbidden potions in your house, and I'm satisfied with the quantity. Lockhart ransacked the potions hidden in Manjik's manor at his behalf.

"Mr. Lockhart, you got what you wanted, let's go...... I promise I won't be involved in the hunt for you again......" Mr. Manjik was tied up motionless, huddled in a corner and begged for mercy.

"I got what I wanted?" Lockhart smiled, but his expression froze. "No, no, no, I think you misunderstood, I took your potions just because I ran out of them...... What I want is your life. ”

"No-no-don't kill me, I was forced to serve Voldemort," the man cried, "I'm actually against his policies, he's crazy...... He's already insane, and I'm afraid—"

"Calling Voldemort's name in the Loyalty Spell won't bring reinforcements, sir. Lockhart was unmoved, "You said you were forced, so how do you explain the Dark Mark on your arm?"

"He forced me—"

"Shut up, you cowardly man. His wife spoke, "Mr. Lockhart, this time we are in your hands, and you can kill or chop as you please, but your killing will not change the fact that Lord Voldemort is right! Why should a wizard hide and rule over that filthy Muggle group openly? Aren't you also a wizard, and don't serve the interests of wizards." Why do you want to thwart us?"

"You stupid woman, shut up!" Mr. Manjik scolded angrily, "He is a madman, you are also a madman, how could I marry you back then!"

"Then get a divorce, my name is Ruby Capit now, and I have nothing to do with you!"

"Oh, don't make any noise—Lady Capit, you live in a mansion like this, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing...... He is also an official of the Ministry of Magic...... Even if the Muggle Prime Minister sees you, speak in a good voice - that is not satisfying. And bullying those poor Muggles, I can't figure it out. Lockhart tenderly stroked the Elder wand in his hand, like caressing Hermione's smooth back. As he paced around the room, he said slowly, "Do you have to have every Muggle kneel down when they see you and call you 'Hello Wizard'?"

"Mansions? If you've seen a Muggle family with the Rothschild surname or those Muggle dukes' estates, you wouldn't say that. The woman said proudly, "Muggles can just mix food and clothing, and wizards are qualified to enjoy the life of the highest class!"

"Oh, it's jealousy, so many excuses. Lockhart shook his head.

"I didn't mean that - you misinterpreted my words!"

"Alright, well, shut up. I don't want to discuss with you which duke or Rothschild's estate. Lockhart impatiently gave her a tongue-stammering spell. "Mr. Manjik, tell me a little bit about the battle you fought to kill the Mad-Eye, how did you kill him?"

"You mean Alastor Moody?" he struggled to sit up with his back against the wall, "I didn't kill him. I just hit him one last time, and I didn't do anything before that, and I was wronged and debtor!"

"If you want to say it, you can say it, can you stop talking nonsense?" Lockhart pressed his wand to his chin.

"Good, good. I said, Moody used what should have been a very evil method, and instantly gave himself a combat power that was almost close to that of the Dark Lord, and then in an instant we had to concentrate all our fire on him. He swallowed. "Scrimgeour and the other Aurors took advantage of this opportunity to apparate and disfigure......"

"Well, and then what?"

"He killed about ten strikers, and the Dark Lord couldn't sit still and stopped him...... He is not the opponent of the Dark Lord, and the burning potential is estimated to be burned out, he can only block the attack of the Dark Lord alone, and let the attacks of others hit him, and he is covered in blood......"

Lockhart's hands trembled.

"Then I used the Death Curse - I relieved him of his pain, or he would have bled to death or even been beaten to pulp!"

"Yes, thank you. Lockhart said sincerely, "Is there any relic of him?"

"Yes! His prosthetic eye is in the bedside drawer, and I've kept it well!" Manjik saw hope of survival: "He's the Auror I admire the most, that's why I proposed to become the Auror Director!"

The door was pushed open, and Hermione poked her head in, "Gidero, Cyres said it was time to go, what are you doing inside?" ”

"It's nothing, my dear, I'll be right here, you go down and wait first. Lockhart said softly.

"Well, hurry up......" Hermione glanced sympathetically at the two on the ground and stepped back.

"Mr. Lockhart, you see, I have two children going to study at Hogwarts soon, you take Mr. Moody's relics, just go, I can act as if nothing happened!"

"But both of you have the Mark of the Dark Devil. Lockhart said lightly, "I've decided to help all the Death Eaters in the world 'defeat' death." ”

"No, please—"

"Your wife...... Ahh Lockhart glanced at the woman next to him, and although he couldn't speak because of the tongue-stammering spell, he still glared at Lockhart fiercely with those big beautiful eyes, staring at him a little annoyed: "Avada is dead!"

A flash of green light struck Mrs. Manjik—oh no, it was Ms. Capit, and she twitched, no sign of life.

"No, no, no—" Manjik was almost frightened by the sudden killer, "I could have chopped off my left arm and gone away-please-"

"Then you'll be chased by Voldemort all the way to your death like that wretched Headmaster Karkaroff from Durmstrang. "I'm so thankful that you relieved Mad Eye's pain, so I don't want you to suffer that...... And I still have some important things to do......"

Lockhart used a tongue-stammering charm to make him no longer beg for mercy, and pulled out of his pocket an intricate little gold orb that Cyris had given to him when he went to Black's vault, and with a little magic it could tell the east and the west, the north and the south.

It's a very delicate thing, it's hollow, it's made of mana affinity materials, it's mixed with some Mithril, it can continue to cover the surface with more protective magic, it's a ready-made soul box.

Maybe the Slytherin Locket, full of powerful protective magic, would be more suitable for a Horcrux, but it was too striking to fool in Voldemort's hands.

He recalled the spell used to make the Horcrux, raised his wand and aimed it at Manjik, only to find that he was no longer struggling, looking at him calmly.

Lockhart was a little surprised, and lifted his tongue-stammering spell: "Do you have any last words?" ”

"No, I hope you don't hurt my family. Manjik said. "Aside from the two of us, none of the people in the house are Death Eaters now. ”

"I promise you...... I'm not going to kill one more person in this house today. Lockhart said, his eyes instantly sharpened, and the muscles and even the soul of his whole body tensed, not so much killing as killing people, more like committing suicide!

Manjik's soul was sucked into the Elder's wand, and then instantly burned into an even more exotic spell, and another wave of magic shot backwards from the wand into Lockhart's body.

"Ahh He rolled on the ground and screamed...... But one last glimmer of clarity made him clench his wand.

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The sharp pain came and went as fast as it came, and it disappeared in a few seconds, and Lockhart lay on the ground, cold sweat and saliva flowed on the ground, and in just a few seconds, he was soaked all over - it wasn't over, Lockhart sat up with difficulty, his soul had now been cut in half, and there was the next step.

Using the Elder's wand to drain half of the soul like a memory, a gray mist hovered over the tip of the wand. The last spell poured the soul into the small golden ball in his left hand - the Horcrux was completed.

At this moment, Lockhart suddenly felt extremely empty, as if the love, kindness, and restraint in his whole soul had left him—he had become another Voldemort...... Fortunately, the feeling disappeared immediately.

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――(To be continued......)