Volume 8: In this Hogwarts without the Dark Lord Chapter 496 Batty, Follow Me
"If we have a way to directly destroy the time-turner itself, then things will become simple."
Jon stared at the time converter, and while speaking, he had already begun to try to use the second gem on the ring, trying to see if he could absorb all the magic power in it.
However, he then felt that there was no sign of magic in it!
This time-turner is just like an ordinary Muggle item . It is not powered by magic but some other kind of power.
After Jon figured out how they should solve the problem, Slughorn also began to think about how to deal with the time-turner.
After learning that Jon did not find any magic in it, he immediately set up the crucible, and then asked Jon to help find some potion materials from Wu Pingxian. It took him almost half a day to make a pot of potion that looked like clear water.
"This is an extremely strong corrosive agent. Normally, there is nothing in this world that it cannot destroy."
As Slughorn spoke, he directed Jon to carefully place the time-turner into the pot of potion.
But they watched with their own eyes as the converter sank to the bottom of the dry pot, with the pointer on the dial still moving, as if it were immersed in an ordinary liquid .
Jon looked at Slughorn with suspicion. Although it was a bit impolite, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the preparation of the potion.
As if he saw Jon's doubt, Slughorn didn't say much. He just gently threw a small teacup into the crucible. The moment the cup was completely submerged in the potion, it completely disappeared, leaving only some tiny debris at the bottom of the pot.
"It makes sense when you think about it. If this thing could really be destroyed so easily, it wouldn't be able to help Voldemort maintain the connection between the two worlds."
As Slughorn spoke, he tapped the cauldron with his wand, and the time-turner flew out of the potion and landed on the ground nearby.
They still did not give up. They tried using the basilisk's fangs, found an open space to use the Fierce Fire Curse, and used the simplest and most direct physical violence to try to destroy the converter, but without exception, none of them had any effect.
They continued to work until the evening. Jon and Slughorn stared at the converter, whose surface was still intact, and looked at each other.
"It seems that we need to seek some professional help."
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In the empty hall, Dandy, who had already lost all signs of life, was lying among the crowd.
"I think I have underestimated your abilities enough, everyone."
On that high seat, Voldemort's seemingly casual and nonchalant voice echoed in everyone's ears, and his words made everyone tremble involuntarily.
"Every once in a while you give me new surprises, which makes me doubt myself: Am I serving you, or are you serving me?"
His words made it impossible for anyone to stand any longer. All the Death Eaters knelt on the ground. They were so silent that they could only press their heads against the ground and prostrate themselves, not daring to look directly at the man in the high position.
Voldemort's fingers tapped lightly on the snake-shaped armrests of the chair. He looked at the huge crowd below and felt an inexplicable disgust.
His words were not meant to wake anyone up, nor were they a threat, but they were his true thoughts at the moment.
No one had ever been able to complete the tasks or missions assigned to them to his satisfaction. Facing the attack from the Wizarding Horizon, these people had no room for resistance at all. Although he had never witnessed such a scene with his own eyes, Voldemort had no doubt that when the British Ministry of Magic was at its most disadvantageous, most of these people must have been ready to surrender or escape.
But this idea was just a thought in Voldemort's mind.
In the final analysis, the relationship between him and this group of pure-bloods is one of mutual benefit . No matter how powerful Voldemort is, he cannot govern the entire wizarding world by himself. The bloodline system was established so that he can enjoy a more stable power rule.
But the consequences this time really made Voldemort too angry.
Even angrier than when Jon killed him once in the main hall!
When he was stabbed to death by John with feathers, he knew clearly that he could not die, but John and Dumbledore had already paid a huge price, and in fact he had achieved complete victory.
But when he learned that the things in the Time Hall had been stolen by Slughorn, he could no longer remain calm.
He knew what this meant, and he easily guessed why Dumbledore was willing to pay such a high price to kill him.
My true secret has been discovered!
In fact, Voldemort didn’t care much about the secret being revealed. Nothing can be hidden forever. Besides, two Voldemorts existed in the same world at the same time. Sooner or later, such a biggest loophole would be discovered.
What really made Voldemort angry was that the key to his immortality in this world was taken away!
And it was clearly Slughorn's doing.
When this fat walrus came over, Voldemort was not without his guard against him, but it was another self of his who made him the Director of the Department of Mysteries.
That idiot thought he understood the principle of checks and balances, but he was completely blind.
Do you really think that we can just let Slughorn's cowardice and vanity go unchecked?
If he could still pull out the part of himself that was eaten, Voldemort would even want to cast the Cruciatus Curse on him a few more times.
But now it has happened.
His biggest secret has fallen into the hands of the enemy. According to his habit, it is impossible for him to put his entire fortune and life on one place.
The hall was silent. Voldemort rubbed the snake-shaped handrail, thinking quietly. The Death Eaters below did not dare to raise their heads, waiting anxiously for Voldemort's decision.
After a long time, until the Death Eaters' legs felt numb, Voldemort's voice sounded again.
"Restore the positions of all those who were there before the war. Those who have died, count the vacancies, and I will select the people. And then, Batty, follow me."
