HP Magic Biography

Hey, listen, Kreacher, I don't want to hurt you, as long as you give me that thing. Fan Lin had some inexplicable emotions.

Kreacher was controlled by Voldemort? This is very possible, but it's not Kreacher's fault, just like Ginny at the time, but in fact, Fan Lin has always had a lack of affection for this crazy house elf.

The shit-sputtering guy, the theory that pure-blood nobles are supreme has been integrated into Kreacher's bones, just like those old stubborn...

Kreacher still didn't answer, just talking to Slytherin's locket.

If Harry was here, he would be able to hear the sound he least wanted to hear.

Come on... Kreacher, as long as you kill the two people behind you...you can win the favor of the master and be a brave little elf, Kreacher...

But...but, Kreacher doesn't know what to do... Kreacher said tremblingly, but his body didn't move at all.

What are you going to do, Kreacher, put him down. Fan Lin repeated, if it wasn't for Hermione, he wouldn't be willing to talk about these nonsense, although he hasn't killed anything yet, but punishing a domestic animal Elf……

Put me on, and then you'll know what to do, Kreacher... Be brave, Kreacher, it's not a difficult thing.

Wear it... as long as you wear it, you can protect the Black family...

Yeah, that's right, just put it on.

That voice was alluring, Kreacher's eyes gradually changed, his hands trembled a little, he looked a little uncertain, but...

I said, give him to me, Kreacher! Fan Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore, a blue light shot out from the magic wand in Fan Lin's hand, and the target was the thing in Kreacher's hand...

However, to Fan Lin's surprise, Kreacher's movements seemed to suddenly speed up. Fan Lin saw some fluctuations from Slytherin's locket, and then his magic disappeared strangely.

Stop, Kreacher...

Kreacher quickly put the locket on his neck, turned around, a pair of yellow eyes sparkled with different colors.

You are all robbers, Kreacher wants to protect the Black family.

The screams of the house-elf were awful,

In particular, Fan Lin blocked the surrounding space. Invisibly, Fan Lin received more than one impact, and even the magic he prepared was interrupted.

There was almost no pause, everything around was moving.

The house-elf's tricks had been taught by Dobby, who nearly sent all four of them to the hospital by himself.

Everything in the entire space became restless, and the bust shook restlessly, which forced Fan Lin to step up his efforts to suppress the surrounding changes. Although he was sure, it didn't mean that Hermione was also not sure. Injuried.

Kreacher, you're going too far... Fan Lin said in a low voice, Kreacher's magic power was much stronger than he imagined.

As a natural magic user, a house elf can feel and control magic power from birth. For the accumulation of magic power, the average adult wizard is not even as strong as a house elf at the same time.

However, the house elves have been enslaved for too long, and even their inheritance as magical creatures has been broken, so they can only do some things by instinct.

I said, you stop for me!

Petificus Totalus (Petificus Totalus!)

In an instant, the gray light spread from the floor to Kreacher's body. The ability to resist seemed to be weaker than Fan Lin thought, but with Voldemort's pride, to absorb the life and power of a house-elf, Voldemort is not ashamed. that level.

Suddenly, everything around returned to calm. The statue that was hanging in mid-air also fell back to the floor. Fortunately, Kreacher was not too strong, otherwise, some remaining cultural relics and statues of the Black family would also be destroyed.

But now there is one more.

Fan Lin looked at the house-elf who was still roaring, stepped forward, reached out and took off the Slytherin locket around Kreacher's neck.

He's possessed, just like Ginny! said Hermione, but...

As you can see, Hermione, he's just been petrified. With the nature of house-elf magic, it's impossible for my magic to trap him for too long. Don't come here to bother me.

As Fan Lin said, he put Slytherin's locket on the table next to him.

Voldemort's Horcrux, this thing is really terrible, it can affect a person's emotions unconsciously, and Fan Lin has only now realized that something is wrong.

Hermione's hesitation and rebuttal, judging by Hermione's usual decisive character, it is impossible for her to distinguish which side is more important, Voldemort's soul fragment, and a lifeless house-elf, the importance of the two is simply Not on the same level. If she was awake, Hermione would definitely be the first to strike.

And the rest is himself.

Inexplicably manic, and...

His thought just now was definitely to destroy all the obstacles in front of him, a powerful blasting spell or something else.

In such a small space, this would definitely kill everyone. If Fan Lin hadn't woken up temporarily and changed the spell of the blasting spell to the petrification spell, maybe they would really have explained it here.

While thinking, Fan Lin activated Occlumency to try to stabilize himself, and at the same time put a hand on Hermione's back.

Fan Lin...you... Hermione didn't quite understand, but her eyes were a little dazed, and she always felt that something was wrong...

We are all influenced by him. Fan Lin said, raising his guard in his heart.

We were too careless. The process of finding him was so smooth that we all let our guard down. I even wanted to blow up this place just now...

Blow it up! Hermione looked at Fan Lin in surprise, and then stared at Slytherin's locket.

Let's just destroy it, said Hermione. I think we're all going to go crazy if we stay like this.

Okay. Fan Lin nodded heavily. The affected emotion was terrible, but it was still so strong when he destroyed Ravenclaw's crown, perhaps because of Voldemort's resurrection.

Fan Lin flipped his hand, and a pitch-black fang appeared in Fan Lin's hand. He still remembered the way the Slytherin locket had just absorbed his magic. It seemed that this was the characteristic of the Slytherin locket itself. Lin wasn't sure if Fiercefire would burn the thing, but the basilisk's fangs were clearly the safest course of action right now.