I'll Provide for You

"So this is Horcrux?"

Hermione moved a chair, sat down, and held a stick four or five meters long, tapping it from a distance, as if striking a wooden fish.

The stick poked at those red eyes, Voldemort glared at her hatefully before disappearing immediately.

Hermione was startled, moved her chair back further, and continued banging.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was going to beat the Dark Lord to death with sticks.

William didn't stop the girl from fooling around; as long as she was happy, it was just a Dark Lord cricket.

He placed the Dementor in tempered glass cases and then began coding, starting with Black Robe Number One.

Voldemort's interference led to the devouring of over a hundred Dementor, leaving William with only a dozen or so summoned creatures.

We'll just have to wait for another opportunity. Anyway, the Dementor are just there, like weeds, you cut one crop and another grows back.

It belongs to renewable resources.

William finally tossed the pitiful Little Black Robe inside as well, then stood up and stretched.

He looked around and felt the room was a bit crowded.

This is one of the rooms in the Safety Watch, specifically for storing the Fantastic Beasts William collected over the years.

He planned to use the Undetectable Extension Charm to expand the circle once more.

Catching up with Old Man Newt is one thing, but his trunk will eventually be half the size of the Earth.

If conditions allowed, he would probably like to move all the Fantastic Beasts there to create a perfect ecosystem.

Three Matagot civets, perched in the cage on the other side, meowed softly like kittens, seemingly wanting William to stroke their heads.

How could the guards of the French Ministry of Magic be associated with weakness?

They've simply adapted to their new environment after staying here for a long time.

Especially after spending a lot of time with the pair of Dark Lord in front of them, they learned some little tricks that made them more comfortable.

--Acting cute!

Being cute and acting like a dog... these are two of the most amazing skills in the pet world. Mastering just one of them is enough to make a living.

The Matagot is studying and casually collecting cat food; it's certainly more comfortable than living with Dementor or Basilisk, right?

One was tortured to the point of being emaciated, while the other was only awakened by Harry's Parseltongue voice system when blood was being drawn... It couldn't be more tragic!

If Matagot could talk, they would definitely lick them immediately:

"To be Stark dog is the greatest honor!"

As for surrendering so quickly... that doesn't matter, they're France -blooded Matagot anyway.

If you don't surrender, people will start to doubt whether you're a purebred France Matagot.

William fed the Matagot some food and then walked over to Hermione.

The girl took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the stool, and replaced the wooden stick beside her with a magic wand.

A large bottle of highly concentrated disinfectant was placed in front of her. She waved her wand, and the liquid disinfected the Diadem from a distance.

Whether from pain or a feeling of being offended, Voldemort's soul roared in anger.

Hermione also plans to try a series of methods, including pasteurization, moist heat sterilization, dry heat sterilization, and radiation sterilization, to Great Qing the Diadem.

The Diadem, which the Sorting Hat couldn't enjoy, can be enjoyed for free.

Why are you so far away?

William sat down next to Hermione, looked at the shoes she had misplaced, and then bent down to straighten them.

"We're too close. What if the Horcrux bewitches me?" Hermione asked earnestly. "Like Dementor."

"Only those with weak willpower are easily influenced," William reassured her. "You certainly won't be."

"Should we destroy the Horcrux?" Hermione asked eagerly.

She had never experienced the feeling of destroying Horcrux before.

"Of course," William said softly, "But I'm still thinking about how to destroy it."

"The Basilisk's venom, the Fiendfyre Curse, and the phoenix's flames can all destroy this soul-stirring place, but..."

"So the Diadem is destroyed too?" Hermione asked.

"That's right. Didn't you hear Voldemort say it? This is Ravenclaw's Diadem."

That's Ravenclaw's Diadem!

Lost for a thousand years, it has now been found.

Putting aside its ability to increase wisdom, it is very likely one of the nine Deathly Hallows.

According to the Tale of the Three Brothers, the Ravenclaw Ring in William's hand belongs to the same set of Deathly Hallows.

William certainly wanted it.

And Voldemort, that spendthrift son... just turned it into Horcrux?

Did he turn the other Deathly Hallows into Horcrux?

Such destruction of cultural relics is punishable by death!

Therefore, the current research topic is: how to kill the soul residing inside the Diadem without destroying it.

William and Hermione exchanged a glance, then, as if by unspoken agreement, glanced at the Little Black Robe.

"Dementor should be able to devour souls," Hermione said, blinking.

"That Dementor from before probably only smelled the scent; otherwise, it wouldn't have been lured by the You-Know-Who."

William reached out and flicked her forehead, laughing, "That's right, we're thinking the same thing."

He stood up and walked towards the Little Black Robe.

The Little Black Robe shivered, backed away, and shrank into a corner.

"Come on, Little Black, it's been so long since I've fed you, here's a 'chicken leg' for you," William said with a smile.

William released the Dementor and brought it close to the Diadem.

Those red eyes reappeared.

A hoarse voice came from the Horcrux.

"I am the greatest Dark Lord."

Having seen and done a lot, I can teach you things you can't learn from other wizards.

The Ravenclaw's Diadem was long useless; it was broken when I found it, ruining me and offering no wisdom whatsoever.

But I can!

I can share my wisdom, entrust myself and my talents to you, and obey your commands.

I can even share the secret of immortality with you...

Voldemort is bewitching William, William is the only one here who can decide his life or death.

"Stop struggling," William laughed. "Death is an inevitable end for you."

Just like the Chudley Cannons and Gryffindor House, which will be at the bottom this year.

An inevitable event!

Hermione stretched out two fingers and secretly pinched William's waist.

William grimaced and quickly ordered the Dementor to go up and bite Voldemort.

The Little Black Robe lifted its hood, revealing a thin, scabbed, silvery-gray skin underneath.

It opened its cherry-like mouth and pressed it against the eyes of the Diadem.

The Diadem trembled, and with a terrible, prolonged, ear-piercing scream, a gush of blood spurted out from Diadem.

Voldemort let out a series of screams, and then... vanished completely.

William frowned.

Ravenclaw's Diadem is still Scabbers.

He initially thought it was caused by Voldemort's soul corrupting him, but it seems... that's not the case.

Little Black let out a satisfied burp, savoring the delicious taste that lingered in its soul.

Like an observer, it glanced at fragments of the soul's memories, taking a cursory look.

Dementor can sense the memories of the dead by devouring souls.

"... The location of the Horcrux!" William quickly reminded him. "Can you see it?"

A moment later,

The Dementor said slowly:

"The diary... Slytherin's Ring... Gaunt Shack..."

William snapped his fingers.

"Well done, Little Black. I'll take care of you for life."

The Dementor shuddered.

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