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This also allowed the Weasley family to truly understand the truth.

The remaining Horcruxes are nothing more than...

The Slytherin locket is a symbol left to Slytherin House by Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts.

Voldemort hid the locket in a cave on a remote island far from Hogwarts. Inside the cave, Voldemort placed the locket at the bottom of a glass container and then used a spell to pour in a potion that would make people feel like they were dying. Only after drinking the potion could people get the locket.

In addition, Voldemort also deployed many Infernals to protect the Horcrux in the waters surrounding the island where the locket container was hidden.

The Hufflepuff Cup was made by Helga Hufflepuff, the founder of Hufflepuff House.

The gold cup has two finely crafted solid gold handles, and its body is adorned with symbolic and exquisite carvings. Its function is simple: as a vessel for transporting food.

Unfortunately, it still fell into Voldemort's hands and was turned into a Horcrux.

It can be said that Voldemort destroyed all the symbolic items of the other three houses, except for Gryffindor's sword.

It is now kept in Gringotts, and its last custodian was Bellatrix Lestrange.

Marvolo Gaunt's ring is kept in the Gaunt family's old house in Slytherin. However, the house is heavily protected by magical traps, all secured with powerful dark magic.

In the movie, Dumbledore went alone but did not escape unscathed.

What interested Lin Bei was the gemstone set in the ring: the Resurrection Stone, one of the legendary Deathly Hallows.

Lin Bei also gained some control over the power of the Grim Reaper, for which he would like to express his sincere gratitude to Set, the ancient Egyptian god of death.

There are two living Horcruxes: one is Nagini, and the other is a tragic blood beastman.

The other one is Harry Potter.

Upon closer reflection, in the original story, Gryffindor's sword was undoubtedly the MVP.

Most of the Horcruxes were destroyed by Gryffindor's sword.

It was only because of Harry Potter's reputation that he had two choices: either he would drink the basilisk venom himself, or he would ask Neville, the 'true hero of Gryffindor,' to take care of him with Gryffindor's sword.

After some discussion, Dumbledore decided to first confirm the location of the vault where the Golden Cup was stored and the cave on the isolated island where the Slytherin locket was hidden.

Then, in one fell swoop, he destroyed most of the Horcruxes, giving Voldemort no time to react.

Lin Bei naturally did not object.

After passing Halloween, which made Lin Bei crave pumpkin pie just from the smell.

Halloween marks the official start of winter at Hogwarts Castle, but thankfully, Hogwarts is a magical castle.

Moreover, the timing was much better than that of post-Brexit Britain.

Especially during those days of gas outages and frequent power cuts, the author's happiest moments were spent looking at his high school classmates' group chat, seeing his international friend who had married and moved to England.

This also means that the first official Quidditch match of each school year will kick off this month.

Following a draw, the first match of the year is Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Although the Gryffindor players didn't show it on their faces, they were actually somewhat lacking in confidence.

This is because, with the support of Draco Malfoy's wealthy father, the entire Slytherin team has been equipped with the latest Nimbus 2001 flying brooms, whose performance completely overwhelms the old Gryffindor broomsticks. Only the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave to Harry can compare with them.

The two batters, Fred and George, had already scouted the enemy's position early on. According to them, "The Slytherin team members are as fast as lightning!"

Because of Slytherin's top-notch facilities, Gryffindor's captain, Wood, has been quite anxious lately.

In order to defend his Quidditch Cup title, whenever he had time, he would take the Gryffindor players out and subject them to a kind of grueling training that Harry and the others dreaded.

According to Fred and George, Wood's grueling training was just as painful as Professor Lin Bei's Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

One type is physical torture, and the other is intellectual torture.

Especially after Defense Against the Dark Arts class, there is Quidditch training, which makes the pain even worse.

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The day of the first Quidditch match was fast approaching.

The Quidditch pitch was bustling with noise, especially among the Gryffindor and Slytherin students, who waved their respective house flags.

Several fireworks soared into the sky, forming a ferocious lion and a giant python that kept moving.

The battles continue to unfold under the control of the wizard.

Lin Bei sat down in the stands, with a smiling Dumbledore sitting next to him.

Dumbledore secretly used a spell to help the fireworks lion in the sky.

After the lion-shaped firework slapped the giant python into countless tiny sparks, it itself transformed into a dazzling firework and fell to the ground.

A sharp, long whistle rang out.

"Beep——"

The fourteen team members leaped together into the dark, overcast sky.

Each of them arrived at their respective positions, which they had practiced countless times before.

Harry, as the Seeker, flew higher than all the other players, squinting as he looked around, searching for the Golden Snitch.

"Are you alright, Scarface?" Malfoy asked Harry haughtily, raising his chin.

Riding Nimbus 2001, it weaved past Harry like an arrow, seemingly showing off the speed of its new broom.

Harry had no time to pay attention to Malfoy; he was under immense pressure in this match and just wanted to find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible.

They simply cannot defeat Slytherins equipped with their new gear in a head-on confrontation.

Just then, a heavy black ball flew towards Harry and slammed into his head.

Harry even felt the ball brush against his hair as it flew past.

But we've gotten used to it by now.

Lin Bei, watching from the stands, couldn't help but nod in agreement. It truly lived up to its reputation as Quidditch, a game known as the "game of death."

Despite the abundance of healing spells and the existence of various magical healing potions.

However, Quidditch does have a mortality rate. Every year, about a hundred wizards are shot in vital areas and do not even have time to be rescued.

This is also one of the reasons why the wizarding world has a small population.

Lin Bei initially didn't have a good impression of Quidditch, but after watching it live, he understood why the sport had endured for so long.

Just like those illegal underground boxing matches, it's exciting, bloody, and thrilling.

George, bat in hand, sped past Harry, preparing to hit the ball at a Slytherin player.

He slammed the ball hard at one of the Slytherin players on the other side, trying to knock him off the broom.

But to Harry and George's surprise, the ball suddenly made a large arc midway through its flight, changed direction, and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry quickly lowered the broom and barely dodged it again.

George hurled the Bludger at Malfoy again. However, the Bludger, like a bouncing dart, spun around and aimed straight for Harry's head.

At this point, even George knew that there was definitely something wrong.

Seeing that things were going badly, Harry couldn't care less about catching the Golden Snitch and quickly dodged the Blink-Bob Ball.

Harry didn't want to experience the consequences of being hit by a walking ball.

"Harry! Over here!"

Fred quickly gestured for Harry to fly towards him.

Harry ducked sharply, and Fred used all his strength to slam the ball down on the other side of the field.

"Good shot! Now it's all set!" Fred shouted happily.

However, he was wrong again.

The ball seemed to be magnetically attracted to Harry, chasing after him once again, forcing Harry to desperately speed away.

“We need to pause!” George yelled at Wood.

The other Gryffindor players also clearly noticed this situation.

As captain, Wood really wanted to win, but faced with this situation...

Wood made the right decision: he left the field and went to the stands to tell Mrs. Hodge in person.

"Beep!"

A sharp whistle blew.

Madam Hooch watched with a dark expression as Harry continued to dodge the crazed, wandering ball.

George said angrily, "Someone tampered with that ball—it wouldn't let Harry go. It kept circling around Harry the whole game and didn't chase anyone else!"

"It could be something the Slytherin team did to it," Fred speculated. "Or maybe, like last year, a dark wizard like Quirrell infiltrated Hogwarts to harm Harry!"

“Impossible! No one can get close to my office! I’m sure of it!” Mrs. Hodge said, displeased.

Fred, one of the most troublesome students, retorted directly, "Who would know? It's not hard to sneak into a professor's office."

Fred's manner was a direct rejection of Mrs. Hodge's teaching achievements.

But it seems like the ball really is under a curse.

"It seems you've run into some trouble here?" Lin Bei suddenly appeared in the stands.

"Professor Lin Bei!" The Weasley twins looked in surprise toward the direction from which the voice came.

Large raindrops occasionally fell from the sky, seemingly consciously bypassing the edges of Lin Bei's body.

The stones fell with a "thud" onto the wooden planks beneath our feet.

"Professor, someone must have tampered with the ball!" Fred exclaimed. "I now strongly suspect that someone sneaked into Mrs. Hodge's office and put a curse on the ball!"

“Mr. Weasley, I must tell you that I have checked everything before the game started.”

The ball is moving perfectly fine!

Mrs. Hodge glared sternly at Fred.

He then frowned and turned to Lin Bei: "Professor Lin Bei, you should be in the stands, not in the referee's stand on the Quidditch pitch. That's against the rules!"

"I didn't want to come either, but an old guy kept nagging me. And I'm also a little interested in who's behind this," Lin Bei said gently.

After a few moments of hesitation, Madam Hooch nodded reluctantly. "Alright, for Dumbledore's sake."