Vol 2 Chapter 1237:

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"Of course not," Ron said affirmatively before Harry answered. "So, does the book say how to destroy Horcruxes?"
"Yes," Hermione said, and now she turned over these fragile pages, as if examining the rotten internal organs, "because it warned the dark wizards that they had to perform very powerful magic, from everything I read From these points of view, what Harry did to Riddle's diary was one of several very simple ways to destroy Horcrux."
"What, pierce it with the basilisk's fangs?" Harry asked. "Oh, well, lucky, then we already have a lot of basilisk fangs," Ron said, "I want to know how we can deal with them."
"It's not that the fangs of the basilisk must be required." Fanlin said in the interface, "In fact, I once thought that only certain items can destroy the Horcrux, but as long as it is sufficiently destructive, the Horcrux cannot Self-repairing things are fine, but the venom of the basilisk just happens to match. If the antidote is used while destroying the diary, the Horcrux will be repaired sooner or later, as long as its magic is not completely lost."
"Phoenix tears," Harry said, "I remember Fox saved me because I was bitten by a basilisk..."
Harry stroked his forearm as if the wound still existed.
"Very correct," said Hermione. "But our problem is that only a few things are as destructive as the basilisk's fangs. It is very dangerous to carry them with us. Nevertheless, we have to A trouble to solve, because tearing, smashing, or crushing a Horcrux will not succeed. You must make it unable to repair itself with magic."
"But even if we destroy what it has deposited," Ron said, "Why doesn't the soul in it just float out and deposit it in other things?"
"Because Horcruxes are completely opposite to humans." Seeing Harry and Ron looking at them in confusion, Fanlin explained patiently, "It's like a ghost. If you two pay attention to the talk, in defense of the dark magic Technically, a lot of black magic can affect the soul, but in fact, very few of the magic we learn can harm the soul..."
As Fanlin said, he stretched out his hand to condense an ice blade on the palm of his hand.
"If I hold this thing now and let it pass through you, the body may die, but it is foreseeable that I will not destroy your soul at all."
"That is very comfortable for me, I'm sure." Ron said, and Harry laughed.
"That is, of course! But the point I said is that no matter what you do to your body, your soul will survive and be untouched," Fanlin said. "In fact, the magic that I am good at is like this, but It is a different way to the Horcrux. The soul fragments in it depend on its container, its enchanted body, to escape disaster. Without a container, it cannot exist. It can be said that the soul is integrated into the body, In other words, this will exchange for greater defense capabilities."
"But it seemed to be dead when I pierced the diary," Harry said, remembering that the ink ran out of the perforated page like blood, and Voldemort's soul screamed when it disappeared.
"Yes, Fanlin's meaning is very clear. They are symbiosis. Once the diary is completely destroyed, the soul stored in it will no longer exist. Before you destroy it, Laura is trying to get rid of it. This diary, flushed it from the pipe, but, obviously, it still looks like new when it comes back." Hermione said.
"Wait," Ron said with a frown, "this soul in the diary dominates Ginny, doesn't it? How does it do it?"
"When the magic vessel is still intact, the soul in it can fly into or out of the body of the person who is near the vessel. I am not saying that it will dominate for a long time. According to my understanding, if you are not moved. , He might not be able to do anything.
She added before Ron spoke,
I mean, emotionally close, Laura confides her thoughts in the diary, she makes herself very vulnerable if If you like or rely too much on Horcruxes, you will be in trouble."
"But, who would like Horcrux?"
"It depends on different circumstances." Fanlin said, "In fact, I had mastered Horcruxes for a period of time before this. Among them, Voldemort's knowledge made me feel very much needed."
"So he controlled you?"
"If he was controlling Fanlin at the time, I think we might not have a chance to speak here." Harry said helplessly.
"Then, where's Laura, that Slytherin girl?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because of her talent." Fanlin thought for a while, "Laura has an extraordinary affinity for ghosts, which stems from their family's unique magic."
"Oh, I know, the Weasley family used to have the ability similar to purification. They said it came from unicorns, but it has now been lost." Ron said, "Well, you, Fanlin ?"
"As you can see, my eyes, and elemental magic." Fanlin said, "Sometimes I should be lucky."
"Well, then Harry..."
"I don't know what this is all about, now I want to know how Dumbledore broke the ring?" Harry said, "Why didn't I ask him? I really never..."
His voice gradually became quieter: he was thinking about all the things he should ask Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was dead. While Dumbledore was alive, Harry seemed to waste too many opportunities to check Find out more truth... to find out the truth about everything...
"We should always look forward to it, just like in the first grade." Fanlin smiled, "Why don't you ask me about the Horcruxes, I'm the man who destroyed two Horcruxes, Ravenclaw's crown, and Slytherin's locket."
"and so……"
"Well, I use fangs. I have some other ideas, but I haven't tried them." Fanlin said, "However, this is not a problem at all."
"When did you become like this?" Hermione wondered.
"He has always been like this. You don't know how boring he is when he is in the dormitory..." Ron whispered.
"That's much better than you look like Brother Pig holding a beautiful poster!" Fan Lin replied unwillingly.
There was no time to scuffle together, and with the bang 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 "The Secret of Black Magic". Crookshanks flew out under the bed. Angrily hissed, Ron jumped away and snapped on a frog chocolate wrapper, his head touching the opposite wall, instinctively before Harry realized he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley Pulling out his wand, Mrs. Weasley's hair was messy and her face twisted angrily.
As for Fanlin... well, he was taken aback by Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione happened to crash into his arms, which made him a little depressed...
Never overestimate the physical condition of a person who is good at death, it will only be worse than imagined.
"Sorry for ruining your comfortable gathering," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice trembling, "I think you all need to rest... but there are a lot of wedding gifts piled up in my room to pick out, I remember You have agreed to help me."
"Oh, yes, of course" Hermione said, seemingly frightened, and she struggled to stand up, "We are willing... we are sorry..."
Hermione looked at Fanlin in pain, then followed Mrs. Weasley honestly and hurriedly left the room.
"Like a house elf," Ron whispered, and when the three of them walked out of the room afterwards, he was still rubbing his head. "I hate these jobs. The sooner the wedding ends, the happier I will be."
"Yeah," Harry said, "and then we don't have to do anything but find Horcrux...It will be like a vacation, won't it?"
"It's still a very interesting holiday." Fanlin sighed, "We may have to go to many places, not just Horcrux, but the magical world is very big."
Ron began to laugh, but when he caught sight of a pile of wedding gifts waiting for them in Weaslev's room, the laughter stopped abruptly.
The Delacours arrived at eleven o'clock the next morning. Harry, Ron, Fanlin, Hermione and Ginny were very angry at the Fleurs' arrival at this hour. They just stayed up late last night.
Ron ran back upstairs without a gentleman, and put on the socks that matched his clothes. Harry tried his best to smooth his hair. Hermione and Ginny had to simply tidy up, rare days when they needed makeup. Lin still looked crooked, which made Hermione a little dissatisfied.
Just as he was receiving Gabriel, he should also show up as an older brother.
Gabriel had slept in the same bed with them for a long time... Okay, friends.
Rarely, without sleepy eyes, Hermione also helped trim her hair, and matched her pale face with the face of a dead otaku witch who had not seen the light all the time.
When they all looked smart and clean, they all gathered in the sunny backyard to wait for the guests.
For the first time, everyone seems to have never noticed that this place looks so neat.
The big rusty boiler and old Wellington boots that were usually littered at the top of the stairs from the back door are now gone.
Instead, two new bushes swaying in the wind stood in large pots on either side of the door. Although there was no breeze, the leaves swayed lazily, forming a nice wave.
The kitchen door has been closed. The yard was also cleaned up, and the neighboring garden was neatly manicured, although Harry still preferred its clumpy appearance.
There is no goblin who usually jumps out at any time, it looks like it has been abandoned.
He has lost a lot of magical safety protection, which was 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 move straight to a place by magic, so Mr. Weasley had gone to a nearby hilltop to meet the Dracul family, and they would pass the door key. Get there.
The first sound they arrived was an unusual shrill laughter. It was Mr. Weasley’s laughter. A moment later he appeared at the gate, carrying a lot of luggage, leading a beautiful blonde woman. She is wearing a long leaf-green robe, she is Furong's mother.
"Mom!" Furong cried and rushed into her arms and then "Dad!"
Mr. Delacour is far less attractive than his wife. He is a head shorter than her. He has a small sharp black beard. He looks good-tempered and jumps towards Mrs. Weasley in high heels. , Kissed twice on each cheek of her, which made Mrs. Weasley look very flustered.
"Trouble you," Mr. Delacour said, his voice low, "Furong told us you did a lot of things."
"Oh, nothing, nothing!" Mrs. Weasley said, her voice trembling. "No trouble at all!"
Ron kicked a goblin who was peering through the bushes swaying in the wind to vent his feelings.
"Dear Madam," said Mr. Delacour, still holding Mrs. Weasley's hand with one of his chubby hands, and said beamingly, "I feel so honored for the union of our two families! Jean! I will introduce my wife, Apollo."
Mrs. Delacour slid forward a few steps, then stopped to kiss Mrs. Weasley too.
"It's an honor to meet you" she said, "your husband has told us a very interesting story!"
Suddenly Mr. Weasley burst into laughter, and Mrs. Weasley glanced at him. He immediately became silent, pretending to look like he was visiting a good friend who was sick in bed.
"Of course, you have already met my little daughter, Gabriel," Mr. Delacour said. Gabriel looks like a miniature version of Fleur, eleven years old, with waist-length solid hair and glittering With silvery blue eyes, she smiled brilliantly at Mrs. Weasley and gave her a hug.
Then, Gabriel glanced at Hermione and Fanlin fiercely, her eyelashes flickering.
Gabrielle is still so cute, and has a much better personality than Furong. There is no such thing as her elder sister. I believe that Gabri also has a growing environment for a cute girl next door who is not so proud.
In other words, the vampire loli may not be reliable, and the Veeva blood loli is also good...
It's just that Gabrielle is a bit big, otherwise, you can still operate a wave, for example, want a custody?
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Ginny cleared her throat loudly as the host.
"Then, please come in!" Mrs. Weasley said briskly, "Please first..."
"No... please!"
"You first!"
In a rush of humility ~EbookFREE.me~ Weasley led the Dracul family into the room.
Soon, everyone discovered that the Delacours were especially fun. They liked everything and were very enthusiastic to help prepare for the wedding. Mr. Delacours arranged everything from seating arrangements to the bridesmaids. Shoes. Mrs. Delacour is the most proficient in using family spells. The oven was cleaned up in an instant. Gabriel followed her sister and tried to help her in any way she could. She spoke quickly and vaguely. French. But on the other hand, the construction of the Burrow is not very suitable for many people to live in. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are now sleeping in the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Delacour yelled in protest and insisted not to sleep in their bedroom.
Gabriel and Fleur slept together in Percy's old room, and when Bill's best man Charlie returned from Romania, they slept in the same room.
However, the opportunity to get together to discuss the plan became almost impossible, which made Harry and Ron very desperate, and they voluntarily asked for the chicken to be fed, just to escape the overcrowded room.
It seems that this effect is not very obvious.
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