The Desperate Locket

Ancient Magic Power was exceptionally special. Its most obvious trait was its ability to merge with all kinds of magic, using the properties of Ancient Magic Power to give spells certain unique effects.

Clearly, Salazar Slytherin had taken advantage of this to bestow extraordinary protective magic upon the locket.

Wizet pointed at the locket and added, "Its form is that of a locket, but from the beginning, we only thought about destroying it. We never considered opening it."

"As a locket, its casing naturally needs to be as sturdy as possible. Some spells produce different effects depending on their components or materials—for example, the Hanging Hissing Curse."

"That should have been obvious..." At Wizet's reminder, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "It is the basic function of a locket... I nearly forgot."

"I nearly forgot too..." Wizet smiled as well. "But clearly, if we want to open this locket... ordinary methods probably won't work."

He said this because he could not see even the slightest seam on the silver frame.

"Since this is an item left behind by Salazar Slytherin..." Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"And Voldemort thought highly enough of it to choose it as a vessel for his soul. Perhaps it requires some extraordinarily special ability..."

"That was my thought as well." The moment Wizet focused his attention, the locket actually began to tremble.

Like a mouse hiding in a cave that sensed the presence of its natural predator, it instinctively reacted in an unusual way.

"Open!" Wizet showed no mercy. His tone turned cold as he produced a hissing sound like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Salazar Slytherin's most distinctive ability was naturally Parseltongue, and he had applied it in many places—for instance, the Chamber of Secrets he had built beneath Hogwarts.

And for one of Salazar