One of the most important rules in the magic world:

Don't believe it easily, magical items you don't understand.

For William, who has been baptized by countless telecom frauds in his previous life, his vigilance may be that he is very strong in the magic world.

Not to mention, Tom's diary was still secretly chaotic last semester, which made everyone panic.

So the crown opened its mouth and said that it was Ravenclaw's will.

This sentence is basically equivalent to: I, Ravenclaw, make money!

An ordinary little wizard might believe it, but how could William believe it?

It would be better to say directly that it is Voldemort's Horcrux. This is more credible.

Besides, the dead dementor is the best dementor. William first beat the giant to death, then take away the crown and let the principal inspect the goods.

This is the normal process, so how can I use so much nonsense with it?

William held the wand in his right hand without waiting for the dust to fall to the ground and waved it gently.

Every time I waved it, a silver sea eagle flew into the air on the tip of the stick and lingered on one side.

In a flash, there was the Thirteenth Guardian.

William pinched his wand and made a fancy move of aiming, his fingers were closed together, and then he knocked his fingers in the void.

Bang!

Thirteen sea eagles crossed the line, like a tide of striking the shore, crashing straight into the position where the dementor disappeared.

The dust has not stopped

The dust rises again!

The entire garbage dump was smashed like this, and there were huge gaps, and dozens of rapid and dull sounds came one after another.

William kept his eyes squinted and waited for the dementor to come out and die.

When the dementor came out, his expression was extremely depressed, but he had no intention of retreating.

It seems to be more damage from the guardian spell than ordinary dementors.

Is it because it absorbs too many similar types, or is it because of the crown and the damage-free buff?

William didn't know that at this time the two sides were separated by more than ten meters. His magic wand was slightly lifted, drew a arc, and shot out a purple half-moon-shaped light.

The dementor spitted out black fog, but only resisted it for a moment, and was torn to pieces by the purple light.

There was another loud bang!

The black robe rang out, but this time she leaned back and slipped seven or eight meters away before she could barely stop her retreating trend.

Although it is still in a mess, it is much better than it is.

William signaled Hermione to spread the fire. Ordinary magic was just a pleasure. To deal with the dementor, you had to look at the little phoenix.

He suddenly felt a little regretful and did not let Fox come to help tonight.

"Give me the power you devoured, give me your life, give me all your... to me!"

The hissing sound swung in the dementor's ears.

"Don't resist, my servant!"

A pair of eyes appeared on the dark rust crown.

Soon, the bloody eyes moved to the dementor's face.

The dementor's face was covered with a layer of pale new skin, as pale as if it was coated with bb cream.

The face seemed to have been burned, its facial features were blurred and strangely twisted. The whites of eyes were filled with a lot of blood.

"Voldemort?" William said in horror.

"Little Wizard, do you know me?" A hoarse voice spitted out of the Dementor's mouth.

Merlin's pectoralis major muscle is really the Dark King's Horcrux!

William did recognize this ugly face, and his appearance was very similar to the one on the back of Quirrell's head.

It's just not that much like a snake, its eyes are not red enough, and its pupils are also not two lines.

This shows that this Horcrux may be made in mid-to-late production, but not the last one.

"Tell me, everything you know, child." Voldemort's tone suddenly softened, as if he was afraid to scare William away.

"This kind of strength that is not suitable for age...is very much like me when I was young.

Are you pure blood?... I might know your family."

The Horcrux began to draw close. Voldemort's bloodline discrimination made him stubbornly think that William must be pure blood, not Muggle-born.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, Lord Dark Lord." William said nonsense.

"Malfoy...Who is Abraxas Malfoy?"

"It's my grandfather."

Voldemort suddenly sterned:

"You're lying... Malfoy has light blonde hair."

“That’s because my dad Lucius Malfoy married mom Yasser Weasley.

Then, the hair turned dark brown." William said seriously.

“From this genetic point of view, it is possible that the color of the hair is determined by the genes.

The genes that determine gold and red are called alleles by Muggles. If they are not inherited, their color will change."

Voldemort was confused when he heard it.

William asked again in a tone of a master's care for mental retardation, "Do you understand? If you don't understand, I will explain this question again. Don't pretend to understand?

If I really understand, I will ask again, after determining the color of my hair, what is the probability of light blonde hair if I have a sister?"

Voldemort: "…"

William was not just talking nonsense, at least he could get information. This Horcrux was probably made earlier than the 1970s.

Otherwise, there is no reason not to know Lucius, but his first reaction was Abraxas Malfoy of his ancestors.

The specific one cannot be detected with C14, but it can be confirmed that this is an artwork that was earlier than the 1970s and after Mr. Fu's magic was perfect.

Needless to say, its completeness has higher collection value than diary.

The Dark King did not believe William's words, but did not expose it. What he needed was intelligence.

"Tell me...what is the greatest Dark Lord ever?"

Like a diary, Guanjun is extremely concerned about his future self.

"The Dark Lord is dead." William possessed the drama spirit for one second.

"In order to save Harry Potter, he blocked Avada from gnawing the big melon for Harry... He died gloriously and greatly."

"Nonsense! The Dark King cannot die." Guan Jian said sharply.

"The Dark King has conducted an experiment and has pushed magic to an unprecedented level."

"Isn't it just a Horcrux?" William sneered.

"How did you know?" Voldemort asked in a snap: "Who told you, what else do you know?"

"Tell me yourself." William showed a silly badger-like expression again.

An upright and honest smile.

"Tom, your body and I, Draco Malfoy, are good brothers."

"You told me everything, including the Horcrux!" William looked like he deserved a beating.

"We are... half-brothers!"

Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. She felt a little uncomfortable. She clenched one end of the wand, and was a little worried.

That's the Dark King. Will William "tease" him like this?

"You're looking for death!"

Even though I could not see how the Dementor's lips opened, I could hear a slight voice that oozed out of my throat, which was creepy.

"When I catch you and give you a dementor kiss, you will know everything!" The soul was furious and the murderous intent surged.

The dementor roared, and black mist oozed out of his body, clinging to the crown.

It was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black mist became increasingly rich.

Voldemort took over the dementor's body. He slowly floated off the ground, spread his hands forward, bent his middle finger, and cast spells without a stick.

As the fingers slightly bent, a black python emerged at the fingertips of the dementor.

The hissing snake man's accent sounded, and the black python rushed towards him with a fierce momentum.
To be continued...