Inside the Silver Hand Manor.

The golden cup was placed in a crystal cover, and John flipped through it with "Cutting-edge Dark Arts Revealed" in his hand.

"Regarding the making of Horcruxes, it involves the splitting of the soul."

The book floated in the air, flipped with John's fingers.

Staring at the book, John muttered to himself, "Horcruxes have a lot of magic resistance, which makes them indestructible. ”

Horcruxes cannot be destroyed by normal spells, and the items on which they are cast are very hard.

If John wanted to destroy the Horcruxes, he had several methods.

Whether it's Fierce Fire or Silver Wick's Sword, you can do it.

He didn't need to, though, as he had already destroyed both of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Excluding Harry, there are four Horcruxes.

One of them had a golden cup in his hand, and John was going to use it to find the other three.

Horcruxes are connected to each other, as John confirmed in Harry.

However, unlike Harry and Nagini, the Golden Cup is not conscious.

Voldemort could rely on him to influence others, but he couldn't make a mental connection.

Open the crystal shroud, and whisper, like a demon's bewitchment.

John's face did not change, and he took out the golden cup.

"Arrogant as your master."

John held the gold cup in his right hand, and black silk threads protruded from his fingertips and wrapped it in it.

At this moment, the voice that belonged to the soul became even stronger.

John raised an eyebrow, and the Eater of Souls enveloped the golden cup.

His mana was draining fast.

His gaze swept over the fake Gryffindor Sword next to him, and John's mind moved, and the object magic activated.

The Fake Gryffindor Sword is summoned and attached to the Golden Cup.

The black silk of the Soul Eater Spell dragged a twisted soul from the golden cup.

Seeing this, John increased his strength, and his soul was gradually ripped off.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the golden cup.

"It's still a bit hard to tear the soul directly."

The right hand is quickly covered with silver, and then quickly turns black.

Five magic crystals sent power into the philosopher's stone, and John's scarce magic power was quickly replenished.

"Do you still want to resist?"

The soul power surged towards John's arm, and John's brows furrowed, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

Black magic roamed around his body, and John sliced it off with his wand in his left hand.

The shards of the entwining Horcrux quickly wilted as if they had been hit hard.

Part of the power was transferred into the fake Gryffindor Sword, but part of it was enough for John.

Stuffing the golden cup back into the crystal cover, John clapped his hands, and a magic circle appeared on the fake Gryffindor sword.

The power that belonged to Voldemort was forced into the sword of the fake Gryffindor.

A silver flash of light flashed on the fake Gryffindor sword, and it quickly vanished.

With all that done, John picked up his sword.

"Accept the power of the Horcrux and establish a connection with the Horcrux."

He brought his sword closer to the golden cup, and the gem shone brightly.

Horcrux Detector.

With a smile on his lips, John looked at the fake Gryffindor Sword and said, "I should give you a new name, let's call it the Sword of Mavolo." ”

The Sword of Fake Gryffindor has officially changed its name.

John has a lot of bad taste.

With this sword, isn't it just a grandfather looking for his grandson?

Because of the power infused, the Sword of Mavolo has some extra power, dealing a kind of damage similar to that of dark magic.

With everything out of order, John closed the crystal cover and left the place.

He held the sword of Mavolo, and the magic was infused into it.

"Bloodstained Traces."

Although there is no blood, it has the Horcrux power of Voldemort.

John unleashed his magic, and a wave centered on the sword of Marvolo spread out in all directions.

Suddenly, John felt a movement.

It was delivered from the sword of Marvolo, which was vague and pointed John in the right direction.

Inside London.

John looked down and the pendant on his chest vibrate.

"Sirius? No, it's Blake. ”

His pupils constricted, and John stared at the pendant.

If the Sword of Marvolo had not gone wrong, then this vibration was telling John that another Horcrux existed.

It can't be Sirius, then it's another place.

The old Blake house.

That is......

Order of the Phoenix?

John stared at the Sword of Marvolo, wondering if he wanted to check it again.

After all, you have to convince him that Voldemort's Horcruxes are right under Dumbledore's nose, which is somewhat terrifying.

Fate makes people?

"Which Horcrux is it?"

John frowned, having touched the collection in Black's home.

It stands to reason that if you have a Horcrux, there's no reason why you haven't touched it.

Or did Sirius not show him the entire collection last time?

With a burst of boredom, John longed to go to the Order of the Phoenix again.

It's a pity that if he does, maybe the Order of the Phoenix will change places.

"There is a connection with the Black family, so it can be ruled out that it is like the diary."

In his second year, another of Voldemort's Horcrux journals was brought to Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley.

He thought it was brought in by an outsider, but the result of the Sword of Marvolo belonged to the Black family.

Only those who take it away can be called masters.

Except for Sirius Black, the rest of the Black family is almost dead.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through his mind.

A name comes to mind.

Narcissa Malfoy......

Or rather, Narcissa Black.

Draco's mother, Lucius's wife.

Once forever pure Blake's daughter.

"I need to find a time, a time to avoid Voldemort and Lucius."

John needed to get Narcissa out of the way, through Draco.

Narcissa was not a Death Eater.

She is a wise woman, and she is a virtuous helper.

"I hope she can help me."

John pondered for a moment, then tucked the sword of Marvolo into his small bag.

Leaving the Silverhand Manor, he sent a message to Draco.

Draco Malfoy, though a little puzzled as to why John wanted to see his mother, found an opportunity to talk to Narcissa out of trust in John.

"That friend of yours, is that really what he said?" Narcissa was equally confused when she heard that her son's friend wanted to see her.

But she wasn't a son, and as a wise Slytherin, she was able to piece together an image of a friend from his son's words.

A perfect Slytherin, with enough ambition and determination to shelter his friends.

"You make an appointment with him." Narcissa said to her son.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Malfoy's classmates were conscious of staying with their mother, but Narcissa refused.

With her son's similar IQ to her husband, she feels that it may not be suitable for the past.

This made Malfoy's classmates very depressed.

Narcissa didn't want her son to be involved in her stupid husband's Death Eater behavior, and she had some doubts in her mind.

Why has my husband changed so much, maybe others can't see it.

But Narcissa, who was the person next to the pillow, could see that Lucius had changed.

It's not about what has become, but it's like losing part of my memory.

This clever woman, by observation, is quite sure that the part of her husband's lost memory is related to Johnny's silver hand.

Lucius once addressed Johnny Silver Hand as Your Excellency, but now he calls him by his first name.

The respect of that existence is gone.

If it was because Voldemort had returned, the whole person swelled.

That's impossible.

Lucius knew the power of Johnny's silver hand, and even if Voldemort returned, he wouldn't immediately turn his face and deny people.

Excluding all impossibilities, no matter how ridiculous the remaining answer is, it is true.

Lucius had forgotten the memory, or rather hid it.

And all of this is probably related to Johnny's silver hand.

Narcissa vividly remembers that one day Lucius excitedly told herself that she was going to change something.

What is it?

The mark of the Dark Devil that accompanies you for a lifetime.

Johnny Silverhand promised to eliminate the thing.

Draco would no longer be said to be the son of a Death Eater behind his back.

Lucius changed, and Narcissa saw it.

can give up all this, only for the sake of his son.

Seeing Lucius bow his knee to Voldemort there, Narcissa looked away.

She was afraid that something would happen to Lucius.

Resentment came to mind.

Voldemort, why are you still alive, isn't it good to be dead, so that our family will not be involved in the vortex again!

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Some people died, but not completely......