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Lin Bei said dismissively, "Since we've found it, why not destroy it?"

"Reluctant to part with it?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Hordeal weapons are very difficult to destroy, especially since Tom even turned Ravenclaw's crown into a Horde."

"Just say you can't bear to leave, that's all." Lin Bei stood up and said, "Then I'll do it."

Dumbledore immediately smiled. "Oh, I can't possibly accept that!"

"Haha~"

Dumbledore, as if he hadn't heard, continued, "It's best not to damage this Ravenclaw crown."

"I knew you weren't looking for anything good." Lin Bei glanced at the Ravenclaw tiara in front of him.

I've recently read through quite a few magic books from the Harry Potter universe, especially the advanced dark magic that all points to the soul.

At the very least, it has to be close to the soul.

In particular, the book "The Secrets of Advanced Dark Magic" explicitly mentions the creation and destruction of Horcruxes.

The clever Tom naturally thought of ways to avoid this weakness. It can only be said that Tom's talent is really good, and he actually figured out a trick.

The crafting techniques for Horcruxes have been improved to allow the split souls to better integrate with the materials used to create the Horcruxes.

Use powerful magical items as materials for crafting Horcruxes.

This makes it even harder to destroy.

But that's just a matter of taking a few more hits of Avada Kedavra and eating some melons.

Finding that this approach was not feasible, Tom had no choice but to rely on sheer volume, along with the old method of hiding.

Lin Bei picked up the Ravenclaw tiara from the table.

As if sensing its own demise, the fragments of Voldemort's soul hidden in the crown intensified their seductive power, but this power was utterly inadequate against Lin Bei, who could convert people with just a few words.

When the persuasion failed, Ravenclaw's crown began to emit wisps of dark magic, an aura that was highly corrosive.

Even the air itself was sizzling.

This corrosion was completely useless against Lin Bei's body at this moment.

While it's not quite possible to swim on the surface of the sun, taking a bath with a low concentration of sulfuric acid is perfectly fine.

"You wretched creature, how dare you resist!" Lin Bei shouted, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his palm.

Starting directly at 200,000 lumens.

"what!!"

"Goo!"

Suddenly, two screams rang out from the principal's office, one from a person and the other from a bird.

The scream that came from the human voice was from Dumbledore.

Caught off guard, Dumbledore suffered temporary blindness, his vision going completely white.

Lin Bei smirked, "You old fool, you think you can boss me around just because you're old?"

I can see right through you, old man, I just haven't said it out loud.

Looking back, the Fox on the bird stand was a plucked phoenix, no better than a free-range chicken.

The sudden bright light startled her, and she was about to shed two tears.

Lin Bei glanced cautiously at Dumbledore beside him.

With a wave of his hand, two tears floated directly in his palm, along with five or six drops of Fox's blood.

It was radiating a slightly hot temperature.

After taking out the container and putting it away, Lin Bei pretended that nothing had happened.

Even if Fawkes' blood were drawn right in front of Dumbledore, Dumbledore probably wouldn't dare say anything.

"Alright, our dear 'No-Nose Tom' has been sent to heaven by me."

Hopefully he's a devout Christian, otherwise he really might be banished by those angels.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

Dumbledore simply nodded solemnly. "Thank you for your help!"

Lin Bei couldn't help but shake his head. If he hadn't been standing in the wrong position, he would have really been intimidated by Dumbledore. Why was he speaking so solemnly to the window?

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After dealing with the Horcruxes hidden in Hogwarts.

It was almost noon.

Lin Bei walked towards the auditorium, preparing to enjoy his lunch.

The auditorium is much more lively; it's not very interesting to always have someone giving you private lessons.

It's like finally owning a luxury car, but if you don't show it off to your friends and family, what's the point of buying it? You might as well just get a Mini.

Hermione, who was also about to go eat, saw Lin Bei passing by in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively followed.

"Professor! Wait, Professor Lin."

Lin Bei stopped in his tracks. "Is there something you need, Miss Granger?"

"Well, I read in a book that some gifted wizards can hear things that others can't. Is that true?" Hermione asked, calming her breathing.

Lin Bei pondered for a moment, thinking: Is the inertia of fate so powerful? I've nipped the seedlings in the bud, how can they still connect?

"Could you be more specific? The conditions you've given are too broad."

Hermione considered it carefully, seemingly organizing her thoughts, "It's a short story about a young wizard and his father copying documents in a castle. Suddenly, the young wizard heard something strange, and his father..."

But they knew nothing about it.

Lin Bei frowned. Why does everyone seem to enjoy being a riddle solver so much?

Or maybe we should just move to Gotham.

"Uh... a lot of these short stories are actually made up to attract traffic. I suggest you download UC Browser, and you'll see a lot of them."

So what you hear may not be true.

However, if you'd like to discuss it, that's fine too.

You haven't eaten yet, have you?

Hermione nodded happily.

The two arrived at the auditorium.

Lin Bei used his professorial privileges to have the Hogwarts goblins appear to serve him and take his order.

While the dishes were being served, Lin Bei said, "If, as you said in your story, the background is in the wizarding world..."

There are essentially two possibilities.

They're either copying some dangerous magical texts.

You should know that some ancient magical manuscripts and books contain magic.

Unqualified individuals who attempt to contact the product or service may easily cause dangerous consequences.

Of course, most of these effects are used for warnings.

It's as if it's saying, "I'm dangerous, think carefully before you open it!"

Or perhaps special conditions are required to view it, otherwise a curse will be inflicted. This can be considered a test.

Seeing Hermione deep in thought, he added, "There are quite a few books like that in the restricted section of Hogwarts. For example, there's a book called 'The Voice of Ghosts' in the restricted section. The cover is an abstract painting of a screaming ghost, and it's incredibly noisy when you look at it."

He'll quiet down a lot if you throw two punches at him.

However, they were all chained with magic, and the young wizards were strictly forbidden from peeking at them.

Unless you get the professor's autograph.

Hermione kept these words in mind.

“Another possibility,” Lin Bei raised his voice slightly, “is that the little wizard has awakened some kind of talent.”

For example, prophecy, perception, or suddenly acquiring a language.

"Could you elaborate, Professor?"

"Well, you know that too."

The origins of wizards are complex, and their bloodlines may contain the bloodlines of magical animals.

The most common example is the awakening of a certain language talent.

The types of languages ​​people use are often related to their ancestors.

For example, their ancestors became interested in fishmen and wanted to try something different, and they successfully passed on fishman blood to their descendants.

Then the descendants are very likely to awaken the fishman's language talent.

This talent may be passed down to the next generation, or it may suddenly appear in the bloodline hundreds of years later.

Similar to atavism.

Lin Bei shrugged and said, "For example, the little wizard in your story may have inherited his ancestor's bloodline and successfully awakened it."

Then, I happened to hear the sounds of dogs, cats, spiders, cockroaches, foxes, and sheep, and I happened to awaken the language of one of these animals.

"Which kind of indifference is best depends on the taste of that little wizard ancestor."

Hermione's face was unusually flushed, and her thoughts were somewhat chaotic.

As a girl, I am naturally precocious, and being in the West, I live in a girls' dormitory.

I also learned about physiology thanks to the guidance of the seniors in my dormitory.

Chapter 203

Hermione, completely lacking any decorum, hurriedly left after devouring a plate of beef noodles in front of her.