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Chapter 320 Horcrux 'Destruction'

Dumbledore's expression changed, but the magic weapon he was wearing reacted faster.

Before the magic power that imprisoned Gaunt's ring on his left hand started to rage, three layers of blue magic shields suddenly lit up on his body.

Very thorough preparation, Harry praised inwardly.

The moment the shield lit up, the forgetfulness spell that hit it melted away.

However, the next moment, Harry's palm was already pressing on Dumbledore's shield.

Eight Wonderful Skills·Six Treasury Immortal Thief·Revised!
The modified version of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief has turned into a mind energy devourer, instantly devouring all the strange energy of magic.

Harry's palm was as powerful as a unstoppable force. The seemingly solid shield was like morning mist being cut by the rising sun. Under the breakthrough of Harry's palm, it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Harry!"

Dumbledore was shocked and furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Because Harry's hand had broken through the defense and pressed on Dumbledore's body.

Dumbledore, with an angry look on his face, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Without the restraint of magic, Gaunt's ring emitted a joyful metallic hum.

Then, it was held in Harry's hand.

"Behave yourself." Harry's eyes flashed, and his mental energy immediately blocked out the ring's maximum-powered bewitching words.

After blocking the temptation, the remaining heart can slowly wrap around the ring, carefully "observing".

Gaunt's ring sensed the crisis, and the Resurrection Stone turned dim, like a beetle pretending to be dead.

"Resurrection Stone, Soul Fragment." Harry looked at the ring in his hand, then put it into his Traceless Stretch Pocket, planning to do the soul separation experiment later.

"Mr. Principal, the emotional upheaval just now is not enough. Therefore, the wizarding world still needs you to take charge of the overall situation. Let me observe the mental fluctuations of the top wizards more."

Harry squatted beside Dumbledore, his hands glowing red and blue, "I believe in giving and taking. While I'm changing your memory, I'll also use my hands to help you deal with the three highs of old age."

Ten breaths later, Dumbledore woke up from his coma. When he opened his eyes, he saw Harry with a cold face.

"Harry, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Less than a minute." Harry said expressionlessly, "Dumbledore, could your method of dealing with the Horcruxes be any more violent?"

"If I hadn't used the spell in time, the aftermath of the explosion would have definitely injured me."

Dumbledore chuckled and looked at his left hand, finding no scars left.

Although his left palm ached slightly, he tried to clench his fist and it did not affect his normal activities.

Dumbledore sensed his surroundings again and found that he no longer had the scent of the ring. He couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

"You don't even want to call me sir?" Dumbledore stood up swiftly, still in the mood to make a joke.

He didn't know if it was because he had eliminated the huge hidden danger in the wizarding world, but he felt that his mind and body were exceptionally good.

His body even had the urge to go for a morning run with the school badgers.

Dumbledore held his wand and subconsciously performed a "memory correction" before going out to fight.

There was nothing missing from his memory of Gaunt's ring.

This relieved him.

Dumbledore glanced at the layout of the room. Except for Harry and behind himself, all the furniture elsewhere was broken, and there was still a residual magical aura on it.

Moreover, all the protective spells on his body were gone.

His 'memory' was normal. He had estimated the power of the explosion before he fell into a coma, and it was exactly the same level as it is now.

Although it was very irresponsible, Dumbledore felt that with Harry's strength, he would be able to defend himself in time without his reminder.

However, he still felt a little apologetic in his heart.

After all, it was equivalent to the explosion of the power of the "shatter to pieces" spell three times on an adult wizard. If Harry was hit at close range, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Harry," Dumbledore strode towards the door, "if you want to apologize, we'll do it when we get back to Hogwarts."

"Let's deal with Voldemort first."

"Can I use the Killing Curse?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not." Dumbledore refused without looking back, "The Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse cannot be used either."

"However, I will not restrict you from other spells." Dumbledore pushed open the door, and the sound of spells flying through the air broke into the eardrums of the two.

Harry snorted lightly, and a red light shot out from his wand.

A Death Eater had just dodged the attack of a member of the Order of the Phoenix when he was hit by Harry. He was hit by a speeding truck and was directly embedded in the wall three meters behind him by the red light.

"There are many obstacles," Harry added coldly, meeting Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze.

The Death Eaters then noticed the appearance of Dumbledore and Harry, and their wands began to show signs of being unstable.

The morale of the members of the Order of the Phoenix was high. Their magical power seemed to have increased by 30% out of thin air, and the spells they cast became swifter and more powerful.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted, and the Killing Curse followed.

Dumbledore's body was instantly sucked into the vortex of space, the Killing Curse missed, and then a hole was made in the wall of Gaunt's old house.

The next moment, Dumbledore appeared from beside Quirrell.

The three Death Eaters guarding Quirrell had no time to react before the masks on their faces turned into three small eight-eyed spiders.

Following three tragic howls, the three Death Eaters fell down with purple and blue faces. The eight-eyed spiders crawled down from their faces, then turned back into masks and fell to the side.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly.

It would be more painful to use the killing curse than to be bitten by the eight-eyed spider.

Although the former can survive after rescue, the neuralgia all over the body will last for five years or longer.

These three Death Eaters were not even as good as the one Harry had hung on the wall.

Armor protection.

Harry cast a silent spell, deflecting several curses fired by the Death Eaters, and then used the Freezing Curse and the Petrifying Curse on the attackers in response.

Voldemort looked at Harry with gritted teeth.

He wanted to vent his anger on the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but failed.

Whenever a spell was cast, no matter how fast it was, it would be blocked by Harry.

Not only that, Harry would also attack the Death Eaters while defending against Voldemort's spells.

The Order members became even more courageous after ensuring that the enemy's most powerful firepower was blocked.

As a result, the Death Eaters were suffering terribly, and their will to fight was on the verge of collapse.

"Dumbledore, and Potter! Next time, I will win back!" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Voldemort turned into black smoke and retreated.

The other Death Eaters followed suit and fled the battlefield.

When everything was settled, Quirrell finally woke up.

The first thing he said when he saw Dumbledore was, "Did it work?"

Dumbledore nodded again and said, "The Horcrux has been destroyed. The only thing left is Severus."

"Good, great." Quirrell smiled weakly and struggled to stand up, but was held down by Dumbledore.

"Professor Quirrell, you need to rest," Dumbledore advised.

"But the mysterious man won't rest." Quirrell shook his head and said, "So, I can't rest either."

"Mr. Dumbledore, you are the one who needs a rest."

"Destroying a Horcrux cannot be done without a price. I can go to Mr. Snape's place to rest first."

Dumbledore was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help asking, "When it was destroyed, the explosion was indeed very powerful, but I have protective measures that have offset it."

Quirrell shook his head, looked at Dumbledore with some concern, and said, "I know what You-Know-Who's plan is."

"If you want to destroy this Horcrux, you must use a part of your body or soul to counteract it. Magic power cannot counteract it."

"Mr. Dumbledore, can you ensure that your memory is correct? This Horcrux can change memories."

Dumbledore's face turned serious.

It seemed that everything from finding the Horcrux to destroying it was too smooth.

"You are right, Professor Quirrell. I need to find a friend to help me check." Dumbledore looked at Harry and said, "Harry, you have to come with me."

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)