I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

It is not a simple auditory hallucination, but rather a direct trigger of subconscious greed, weaving an incredibly realistic and alluring illusion.

Even the most resolute Aurors, caught off guard, will inevitably have their minds shaken or even overwhelmed, involuntarily reaching out to touch that fatal temptation.

Unfortunately, it encountered Genichi Hanyu.

At the very moment that mental whisper invaded, a faint, cold light appeared deep within Genichi Hanyu's consciousness.

The alluring ripples of invasion collided with the light, vanishing instantly like ice and snow hitting a furnace, failing to even stir a ripple on the surface of his calm, deep-pool-like consciousness.

"Ah."

"Is that all the tricks you have? It seems you're still quite confident in your abilities."

Genichi Hanyu was well aware of how terrifying this ring was!

Even someone as powerful as Dumbledore in the original story was tempted and moved by the longing and guilt he felt for his deceased sister Ariana when he found it, and put on the ring.

The result came at a terrible price.

The curse eroded his arm, hastening his death!

Genichi Hanyu will never make the same mistake again!

What he wanted was the power of the laws inherent in the Resurrection Stone itself, not this cursed and tainted vessel!

Without the slightest hesitation, Genichi Hanyu suddenly raised his wand, the tip pointing directly at the ring in the drawer!

Abandoning all fancy spells, it chose the purest, brightest, and most effective power to subdue darkness and evil—the Guardian Charm!

"ExpePatronum (Expe Reading/Yi-First-Publishing ctoPatronum)!"

What spewed from the tip of his wand was not the materialized silver-white animal guardian spirit summoned by an ordinary wizard.

It was a vast expanse of silvery-white mist, as vast as a galaxy and as pure as liquid moonlight!

This mist was not ethereal energy, but rather condensed to its extreme, like a torrent of silver mercury, carrying immense vitality, warm hope, and an invincible purifying will. It instantly submerged the entire closet space and precisely, like a high-pressure water jet, washed over the Marvologant ring lying quietly in the drawer!

“Zizzizi!!!”

The moment the silvery-white mist touched the ring, a sudden change occurred!

The seemingly dormant ring suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, viscous, deep green light, like tar!

Countless twisted, grotesque black runes, seemingly composed of pure pain and resentment, emerged, struggled, and roared from the surface of the ring! A visible, dark green curse energy, carrying the strong stench of sulfur and rotting corpses, surged out of the ring like an enraged venomous dragon, frantically resisting the purification of the silvery-white light mist!

Two completely opposite energies collided violently and eroded each other!

A chilling, sizzling sound, like boiling oil being poured over water, erupted in the air!

Acrid white smoke rose up, and silvery-white light mist and dark green curse energy intertwined and tore at each other!

Genichi Hanyu was completely focused, and the magical power within him surged like the Yangtze River, continuously pouring into his wand!

He manipulated the liquid silver mist, not simply covering it, but like the most precise nanosurgical scalpel, peeling away, rinsing, and purifying it layer by layer!

Each wash of the silvery-white mist was like strong acid corroding dirt, erasing even a trace of the curse!

But this curse is extremely stubborn!

It seemed to have a life of its own, launching a frantic counterattack while being purified!

The dark green curse energy repeatedly tried to condense into ferocious forms such as venomous snakes and skulls to pounce on Genichi Hanyu, but it was suppressed and crushed by the vast and boundless silver mist!

This is a silent yet extremely dangerous tug-of-war!

It is a battle between the will of pure light and the will of extreme darkness!

It is a direct confrontation between Genichi Hanyu's powerful magic and Voldemort's vicious curse, which he poured his heart and soul into!

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Genichi Hanyu's forehead. Maintaining such a high-intensity, highly refined form of the Guardian Charm purification was a huge drain on his magic and mental strength.

The closet was already filled with thick white smoke and a pungent smell, and the clash between the silver light and the green light was like a small energy storm.

However, the scales of victory are slowly tipping!

Supported by Genichi Hanyu's inexhaustible source of magic, the vast silvery-white light mist, like an ever-purifying tide, continuously washed over the ring wave after wave.

Although the dark green curse energy was still putting up a stubborn resistance, its color had clearly dimmed and its momentum was much weaker than before.

"Hey!"

The dark green curse energy surrounding the ring collapsed inward like a punctured balloon, letting out a resentful, ghostly shriek before completely dissipating into the pure silver light!

The pungent smell and white smoke inside the closet were quickly eliminated.

All that remained was the vast, silvery-white mist, like gentle moonlight, enveloping the ring that lay quietly in the drawer.

At this moment, the Marvologant Ring still looks ancient and even ugly, but the evil aura that once made people's hearts tremble and the curse that clung to it like a maggot have completely disappeared!

The deep black gemstone of the resurrection stone on the ring seems to have shed a layer of dust and grime under the pure silver light, revealing a more restrained, deeper, and pure black that seems to connect with the cosmos.

It no longer evokes temptation, but exudes an ancient, mysterious aura, as if containing the ultimate mystery of the cycle of life and death.

Genichi Hanyu slowly withdrew his wand, and the vast silvery-white mist receded back to the tip of his wand like the receding tide, eventually dissipating.

He let out a long sigh of relief; he had expended a great deal of energy, but his eyes were filled with the joy of success and a strong desire to explore the gem before him.

The curse has been lifted!

The resurrection stone is right in front of us!

The true nature of 100 resurrection stones

Genichi Hanyu extended two fingers and carefully picked up the ring that was lying in the drawer, no longer shrouded in curse.

The cold metallic touch traveled through my fingertips; the weight and roughness of the ring remained, but the sinister, oppressive feeling that once stirred my soul had vanished.

However, his keen mental power could still perceive that deep within the seemingly silent interior of the ring, at the junction of the resurrection stone and the ring setting, lay a faint yet extremely stubborn presence, like a shadow.

Fragments of Voldemort's fractured soul!

It was not completely destroyed.

The powerful and magnificent purification by the Guardian Angel just now was like a torrent of holy light washing away filth. Its core target was the deadly curse on the ring that had been entangled for thousands of years, jointly constructed by the bloodline resentment of the Gaunt family and Voldemort's extreme malice.

As the core of the Horcrux, Voldemort's soul fragment was inevitably subjected to the intense impact of the pure positive energy of the Patronus Charm. Like ice shards thrown into a furnace, it suffered unprecedented damage and became extremely weak and listless.

However, its essential imprint and foundation as a Horcrux have not been completely erased.

It was merely suppressed and scattered by a powerful external force, temporarily falling into its deepest dormant state, like a candle flickering in the wind, losing its ability to stir up trouble.

"on one's last legs."

Genichi Hanyu commented in a low voice, his tone flat and emotionless.

He wasn't in a hurry to deal with the half-dead Horcrux soul; at this moment, all his attention was focused on the Resurrection Stone, which was as deep as a starless night sky.

Without further hesitation, he gathered a sliver of magic power as sharp as a knife at his fingertips and precisely sliced ​​towards the connection between the resurrection stone and the ugly golden ring setting.

There were no sparks flying, no harsh metallic scraping; only a very subtle fluctuation of magical energy flashed by.

The next moment, the black gemstone, imbued with an ancient and mysterious aura, detached itself from the ring setting like a ripe fruit and fell into Genichi Hanyu's palm.

Without the embellishment of the resurrection stone, the ring itself instantly lost all its mystique, completely reverting to a dull, rough, and historically tainted lump of inferior gold, which Genichi Hanyu casually tossed back into the drawer as if discarding a piece of trash.

At this moment, only the resurrection stone remained in his palm.

It lay there quietly, its touch cold, and heavier than I had imagined, as if it possessed some tangible presence.

Genichi Hanyu gripped it tightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his energy to sense, communicate with, and try to activate the power of this legendary Deathly Hallows.

He recalled the legend: if you turn a stone three times in your hand, you can call back the person you miss most, the one who has already passed away.

Their images will appear, more real than ghosts, more illusory than the living, carrying memories and emotions from their previous lives, yet they cannot be truly touched or communicated with, only bringing fleeting solace and deeper pain.

Genichi Hanyu did as he was told.

He held his breath and focused his mind, not deliberately thinking about any specific deceased person, but simply trying to trigger the rules of that summoning.

It remained cold even after being turned once.

There was no response after two rotations.

After rotating my palm three times, all I felt was the coolness and heavy weight of the stone itself.

No light or shadow appeared, no familiar aura appeared, and not even the slightest magical fluctuation was generated.

The surroundings remained the same desolate, dilapidated, and musty darkness of the old Gaunt mansion.

Genichi Hanyu opened his eyes, opened his palm, and frowned as he stared at the black gem in his hand.

It remains profound and mysterious, yet it is like a completely silent enigma, refusing to offer any response.

He even began to wonder if the stone was really the legendary resurrection stone.

Or was it an ordinary black gem that Voldemort somehow acquired, which happened to possess a special magical aura, to house the Horcruxes and to fool the world?

"impossible."

Genichi Hanyu muttered to himself, dismissing the idea.

He trusts his own senses and judgment.

That strange rhythm that touches the very essence of the soul and seems to contain the rules of the boundary between life and death is something that ordinary magical items can never possess.

This must be the resurrection stone! It just seems to be in a dormant state, or perhaps it requires a special key to activate?

In the midst of this confusion and contemplation, an extremely bold, even whimsical, idea suddenly struck Genichi Hanyu's mind like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky!

Divine power!

He suddenly remembered the nature of his power!

Having previously killed the wild boar, his magical power had already surpassed that of an ordinary wizard, acquiring a unique and higher-ranking divine attribute!

What if this magical power, imbued with divine attributes, were channeled into the resurrection stone?

Will this Deathly Hallow trigger some unprecedented chain reaction?

Will it reveal its true, long-buried power?

Once this idea was born, it spread like wildfire, instantly igniting all of Genichi Hanyu's curiosity and desire to explore!

risk?

unknown?

Compared to the temptation to touch the mysteries of the laws, all of these seem insignificant!

He took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly focused.

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He did not try to turn the stone again, but instead gripped it tightly in his palm once more.

This time, he was no longer passively perceiving, but actively and consciously mobilizing the unique and powerful force dormant deep within the core of his magic!

He was highly focused, his consciousness sinking into his body.

Deep within the vast, star-studded source of magic, strands of energy, distinct from ordinary blue magic, radiating a faint golden glow and carrying an indescribable aura of majesty and immortality, were carefully peeled away and guided out.

This is his unique divine power and magic, which contains a faint divine quality!

This process is extremely delicate and mentally taxing, like precisely separating a few specific drops of water from a raging river.

Fine beads of sweat once again appeared on Genichi Hanyu's forehead, but his gaze remained firm and unwavering.

Finally, a strand of divine and magical power, thinner than a strand of hair yet condensed to the extreme, radiating a warm, pale golden light, slowly seeped from his palm like the gentlest stream and touched the surface of the resurrection stone pressed against his palm.

hum! ! !

The moment that wisp of pale golden divine and magical power touched the cold surface of the resurrection stone!

A sudden change occurred!

Genichi Hanyu felt as if he were holding a miniature star that had suddenly awakened in his palm!

An unimaginable, immense suction force, so powerful it shook his very soul, suddenly erupted from within the Resurrection Stone!

That wisp of pale golden divine and magical power was swallowed up completely in an instant, as if it had encountered a black hole!

This is not finished!

That suction force was not satisfied!

Like a greedy glutton, it frantically extracted divine and magical power from Genichi Hanyu's body in the opposite direction, following the path through which he channeled his magic!