H.P.S.T Chapter 193: Destroying the Second Horcrux

H.P.S.T Chapter 192: Slytherin’s Locket
H.P.S.T Chapter 194: The Black Family Tree

Evan took half a step back. Before the pair of tweezers punctured his skin, he grabbed it with the other hand, slamming it away and throwing it to the ground.

The instrument regained its silence, as if it had never lived.

Looking at the tweezers on the ground, Evan did not dare to be careless anymore. He panted for a while, pulled his wand out, held it in one hand, and went back into the cupboard with the other hand, slowly and carefully approaching the Locket, ready to defend against any possible danger.

However, this time he did not encounter any obstacles, and he smoothly held the Locket in his hand.

Just as his left hand touched the Locket, Evan’s eyes widened.

He could not believe that he got one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes so easily. Thinking about Tom Riddle’s diary that he met last year, compared with it, the Slytherin’s Locket’s whole process was so easy that he started thinking that it was just a dream.

He did not encounter any obstacles except for a spider-like tweezers that had a very weak attack power.

Evan suspected that the multi-legged tweezers was also a protective magic cast by Kreacher, as it was like the style of a house-elf.

He looked up again and glanced at the entrance hall. Although there were thick walls blocking it, Mrs. Black’s crazy screams still came in from time to time.

It seemed that Kreacher was not to come back there for a while.

The three Sirius, Harry, and Hermione who disappeared into the dark way seemed to be gone without a trace. They seemed to have gone down underground so deep that they could not even be heard.

Evan took a deep breath. He still had time.

He gently rubbed the dust off the surface of the pendant with his hand and carefully looked at the Horcrux.

Then, he took out the Basilisk’s fang he had with him, and in order to avoid any incidents, he prepared to destroy it right there.

Evan had been in contact with Tom Riddle’s diary last year. He knew that the Horcrux itself was magical, able to influence the minds of the people around it, and to draw vitality from those who touched it, to gradually live and to cast magic. It was not that different from the real Voldemort.

In this case, it was too dangerous for Evan to wear this thing on his body and then accidentally be controlled by it or have some other problems.

He didn’t know the exact age at which Voldemort made this Horcrux.

But one thing was certain. At that time, he was definitely more dangerous than the sixteen years old Tom Riddle who made the diary. He was more evil inside and had more black magic.

Evan didn’t want to come into contact with Voldemort once again, so destroying this Horcrux immediately was the wisest choice.

He squinted looking carefully at the Locket in his hand.

Needless to say, the most striking thing on the pendant was the capital letter S in glittering green stone inlay on the front, which was marked by Slytherin.

Anyone who knew a little about the history of magic or the pureblood wizard families’ crests would know the true meaning of this letter. Salazar Slytherin was so famous that in addition to being the co-founder of Hogwarts with the other three founders, he had made a lot of great acts.

Around the capital letter, there was a very obvious circle.

Further outward, around the circle were a lot of hazy, yellow and black lines of strange and complex patterns, like some ancient text which conveyed a message.

Evan didn’t know these words. To be more precise, he didn’t even know whether the lines were writing or not. Maybe they just happened to be arranged together.

These quirky patterns seemed to be full of magic, and from time to time a dull golden light flashed over them, gathering from the eight corners of the pendant box to the emerald in the center.

Evan observed the locket for a while and found nothing but these words.

Then he stopped hesitating!

He made up his mind to put the locket on the dusty table in front of him, holding the Basilisk’s fang in his right hand.

In the dark, his posture was unusually strange.

It seemed to feel what Evan was going to do, and it seemed like there was something in the pendant at that moment, like cockroaches in a box.

“One…two…” Evan breathed heavily, and he counted in silence, trying to overcome the growing uneasiness of his heart.

“One…two…three…open!”

Evan counted the last number, and the wand gently flicked upward. As he moved, the golden doors of the locket swung wide open with a little click.

Like a music box, the ominous voice rang, and Evan found himself beginning to inexplicably become weak and drowsy.

Inside the locket was a glass door with something in it.

He looked carefully. Behind both of the glass windows within blinked a living eye, dark and handsome as Tom Riddle’s eyes had been before he turned them scarlet and slit-pupiled.

As the music progressed, the two eyes began to change, and they gradually turned red, and the pupils began to become lines, becoming Voldemort’s eyes.

In the music, there was a voice hissing from the Horcrux and it was talking to Evan.

“I have seen your heart, and it is mine.” Voldemort whispered, “I have seen your dreams, child, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…”

“Is it?” Evan whispered, his right hand holding the Basilisk’s fang trembled.

“Yes, I can help you, help you succeed, I can give you whatever you want, strength, power, glory, I can…”

The temptation of the voice was getting stronger and stronger. Evan’s head was in a mess. He knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. Voldemort was trying to control him. He had to do it.

From the Horcrux, Voldemort’s whispering continued.

But Evan took the Basilisk’s fang and his right hand was no longer trembling. He gasped a heavy breath, his eyes locked the Locket tightly, and his right hand stabbed from top to bottom.

There was a bang, the sound of glass shattering.

As the sound of the whispering stopped, the soul of Voldemort saved in the Horcrux sent a shrill scream, as if to penetrate the human soul. Riddle’s eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly.

Evan’s body was shaking and he knew he was successful.

He gasped heavily, and his face was pale, his legs were constantly shaking, and he held the table in front of him down forcibly so that he would not fall.

He stooped and picked up the broken Horcrux.

He had pierced the glass in both windows, and there was nothing left. There was no trace of Voldemort’s soul, as if he had never existed there.

Like the glass window, the silk lining at the bottom of the pendant was also pierced by Evan, but the whole was not damaged.

“Hey!” Evan suddenly noticed that the bottom of the pendant seemed to be the same as the outer cover. There were many strange and complicated lines inside the silk lining.

He hurriedly tore all the silk down, and he was surprised to find that the inside of the pendant was exactly the same as the yellow and black and sly quirky text.

He couldn’t be sure that these were definitely not the lines that gold originally brought, but that they were engraved on purpose, just like a magical array.

Slytherin’s locket was not just a Horcrux.

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