I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

Genichi Hanyu did not refute, but the interest in his eyes did not diminish.

"But practice is the sole criterion for testing truth, and we have a ready-made test subject right in front of us."

Genichi Hanyu pointed to the crown.

"The Horcrux is the easiest to obtain within Hogwarts. There's no harm in giving it a try. If this crowned Voldemort is willing to show even a little bit of rationality and communicability, and is willing to obey, then I don't mind expending a little power to help it devour that mad main soul and become the new, one and only Voldemort."

Cassandra paused for a moment, then carefully placed the crown back on the low table.

Cassandra acknowledged that Genichi Hanyu's idea was extremely bold, even somewhat whimsical, but not entirely illogical.

"You can handle this matter as you see fit. Compared to all that, I'd much rather strip this filthy soul from its crown!"

"Ravenclaw's crown, the jewel of Hogwarts, should not be tainted by Voldemort's soul!"

"Stripping..."

Genichi Hanyu stroked his chin, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Cassandra, this is probably very difficult. With our current level of magic and alchemy, it is almost impossible to completely and harmlessly separate such a powerful and deeply rooted dark wizard’s soul from a powerful magical artifact. Forcibly separating it will most likely destroy the crown itself.”

Cassandra's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then brightened again: "Perhaps we can seek help? For example, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"of course not!"

Before Cassandra could finish speaking, Genichi Hanyu decisively rejected her.

He looked at Cassandra with an expression that said, "You're so naive."

“My dear Cassandra, you and I have known that old bee Dumbledore for a long time! Don’t you know what kind of person he is? That guy, on the surface he’s a kind headmaster, but deep down he’s shrewd, calculating, and utterly shameless!”

Genichi Hanyu waved his arms exaggeratedly as if to accuse: "If we went to him with the Ravenclaw tiara, a long-lost and significant relic of the founder of Hogwarts, do you think the result would be?"

"Dumbledore will definitely appeal to his emotions and reason, and then naturally declare that this precious relic belongs to the common property of Hogwarts!"

"Then the crown will be stored away in some secret corner of the principal's office, and it will be no longer our concern. We went through all that trouble to find it, only to end up benefiting someone else? Don't even think about it!"

“Since I found it, this Ravenclaw tiara naturally belongs to me! It is my spoils of war! No one can take it from me! Not even Dumbledore!”

Cassandra sighed helplessly at his miserly demeanor: "In the magical world, the only one capable of extracting the soul from a Horcrux is Nicolas Flamel, but if you don't plan to go to Dumbledore with the crown, how are you going to contact Nicolas Flamel?"

"Without Dumbledore's introduction, we wouldn't even know which way Flamel's door opens."

“I never said I wouldn’t go to see Dumbledore at all.”

Genichi Hanyu winked slyly, revealing a shrewd smile. "I just said, I won't go to him wearing a crown!"

Genichi Hanyu emphasized each word carefully.

Voldemort's Horcruxes weren't limited to just the tiara.

Is the 98 Resurrection Stone the most useless item in the Deathly Hallows?

The chill of the night, like a cold snake, coiled around that forgotten corner outside Little Hangleton.

The moonlight shone down sparingly, barely outlining the unsettling silhouette of the old Gaunt house.

It is less a house and more a cursed, slowly decaying skeleton of a giant beast.

The crooked walls were covered with thick, ulcer-like moss and vines, and the broken windows, like empty eye sockets, stared darkly at the intruder.

The air was thick with the smell of dampness, decay, and mold, as well as a deeper, more profound sense of despair and madness that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the bricks and stones.

This is a ruin cursed by time, poverty, and dark magic, a manifestation of the filthy source in Voldemort's bloodline.

Genichi Hanyu appeared silently in front of the rusted iron gate of the old house, which was almost completely swallowed by the rampant nettles and thorns, like a ghost that blended into the night.

He did not rush in but stood quietly, his deep gaze like a probe, scanning the scene before him.

The powerful spiritual force spread out like invisible ripples, touching every inch of land and every brick and stone around the old house.

"Buzz!"

A cold, viscous magical fluctuation, carrying intense malice, like the hiss of a slumbering viper disturbed, suddenly emanated from the depths of the old house, striking against Genichi Hanyu's mental barrier.

This was not an active attack; rather, it was more like a passive, constant, cursed field that permeated like poison gas.

Any unauthorized approach will trigger its hostility.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Genichi Hanyu's lips.

"They're keeping a pretty tight grip on things."

He muttered to himself, his voice unusually clear in the deathly silence of the ruins.

Voldemort valued this place far more than his Horcruxes, which he hid at will.

After all, this place not only contains one of his most important Horcruxes, the ring of Marvologant, but also carries the symbol of his noble bloodline as defined by his twisted pride.

He clearly remembered Voldemort's seven Horcruxes:

Tom Riddle's diary: It is now lying peacefully in Lucius Malfoy's private collection room at Malfoy Manor, being carefully preserved.

Slytherin's locket: Originally hidden by Voldemort in the cave filled with infernals that he visited in his childhood, it was a place where he found the real locket. However, Regulus Black, a man caught between loyalty and betrayal, used his life and wisdom to stage a switch, and now the real locket lies dormant deep within the equally gloomy old house of the Black family at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Ravenclaw's tiara, which he had retrieved from the clutter of the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, now lay quietly in his mithril box, which he had placed under multiple seals.

Hufflepuff's Cup: This relic, passed down from Helga Hufflepuff, was treasured by Voldemort and entrusted to his most fanatical and loyal follower, Bellatrix Lestrange. It is hidden deep within the Lestrange Vault, the lowest level of Gringotts, guarded by dragons, and is one of the most difficult Horcruxes to obtain.

Marvologant's ring: it was his target on this trip. Voldemort had placed it in the ruins of his ancestral home, a symbol of his pure-blood lineage, and placed it under the strongest and most vicious protection.

Nagini: This giant python has not yet been made into a Horcrux. It may be lurking in the forests of Albania. Genichi Hanyu does not have any definite information about it at the moment.

Harry Potter: This unexpected Horcrux is currently fast asleep in the Gryffindor Tower of Hogwarts, completely unaware of the terrifying being that resides within its soul.

Of the seven Horcruxes, except for Nagini, which is not yet complete, and Harry, who is a living vessel, Genichi Hanyu knows the locations of the other five.

Tonight, his target is the Marvologant Ring, a ring that carries a double temptation.

The ring itself, as proof of Slytherin blood, is a symbol of Voldemort's morbid pride.

But Genichi Hanyu's goal goes far beyond that!

His gaze pierced through the decaying exterior of the old house, as if he could see the black gem set in the ring. It was no ordinary black gem, but the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows!

The Elder Wand symbolizes absolute power, while the Invisibility Cloak represents ultimate concealment.

What about the Resurrection Stone, which is also said to be a creation of the Grim Reaper?

It can summon the image of the dead, giving the living false comfort?

That seems to be the case in the original work.

But Genichi Hanyu absolutely refused to believe that the power of the Deathly Hallows was limited to this!

How could the Resurrection Stone be merely a placebo that creates illusions?

He had a strong intuition that the power of the Resurrection Stone might touch upon deeper laws concerning "existence," "soul," and "dimensions."

If he could control it, it might provide him with the key to solving Cassandra's hopes for world unification.

Or it could allow him to gain a deeper understanding of, or even manipulate, the fragile yet resilient rules of life and death in the multiverse.

This potential allure, which transcends the value of the Horcrux itself, is the core motivation that made him willing to risk stepping into this cursed old house!

Genichi Hanyu did not choose to forcibly destroy those seemingly fragile but cursed iron gates.

He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing mysterious paths in the air, and uttered low, obscure syllables.

The air in front of them rippled like water, and the space was silently folded and torn open, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

He stepped inside, his figure vanishing from the spot. The next second, he was already standing in the dusty living room of the Gaunt mansion, which reeked of mildew and the foul stench of some kind of animal excrement.

"Crack!"

Almost the instant he landed, the decaying floor beneath his feet let out a groan of despair.

At the same time, a chilling, bone-piercing magical power, carrying a strong aura of death, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly sprang out from under the floor and lunged straight at his ankle!

That was not a physical attack, but a vicious curse energy that, once touched, could instantly freeze the blood and erode the soul!

Genichi Hanyu reacted with lightning speed! He didn't even lower his head; he merely touched the ground with the very slightest touch of his toes, and his body floated backward several feet as if weightless, his movements as graceful as a dance.

The cursed energy missed its target, striking the spot where he had been standing and corroding the already decaying floor, creating a charred pit that emitted black smoke and a nauseating sulfurous odor.

"Tsk, a little gift?"

Genichi Hanyu chuckled, his gaze sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the dim, dilapidated hall that resembled a haunted house.

The walls were covered with faded, distorted, and grotesque portraits, and the furniture was overturned and covered with cobwebs.

He could sense countless faint, malicious magical traps spreading throughout the space like a spider web, the air thick as if it were solidified blood.

His mental energy was highly concentrated, like the most sophisticated radar, scanning every inch of suspicious energy fluctuations.

Every step felt like dancing on a knife's edge.

Beneath the decaying floorboards may lie a triggered (Zhao Haohao) corruption curse; in the seemingly empty corners of the corridor, invisible magical threads capable of cutting through steel may be suspended in the air; an inconspicuous stain on the wall may be a vicious curse rune.

Genichi Hanyu, like a top-notch bomb disposal expert, combines powerful mental perception, extensive magical knowledge, and superhuman agility to navigate through a deadly jungle of traps.

He would sometimes teleport like a ghost, dodging quicksand traps where the ground suddenly collapsed; sometimes flick a tiny beam of magic from his fingertip, precisely neutralizing the slicing spells floating in front of him; and sometimes quickly draw anti-spell runes on the walls, breaking the weakening curses that tried to entangle his soul.

The entire process was silent yet deadly, filled with suffocating tension.

His eyes remained calm and focused, and there was even a hint of smugness at the corner of his mouth.

Voldemort's defenses were indeed formidable and vicious, enough to kill most Aurors and even members of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

Unfortunately for him, he encountered Genichi Hanyu, a being whose power system far surpassed that of this dimension and who was intimately familiar with Voldemort's methods.

The Curse Above the 99 Resurrection Stones

Deep within the Gaunt mansion, the wooden door, carved with a ferocious serpentine symbol, was pushed open as if by an invisible hand under the precise magical guidance of Genichi Hanyu, creaking open slowly with a teeth-grinding sound.

Behind the door was not the room as expected, but a narrow space almost completely swallowed by darkness, a closet covered in cobwebs, exuding a strong musty smell and an even deeper stench of decay.

Inside the closet, an inconspicuous little drawer, covered in wormholes, seemed to emanate a chilling, sinister aura, like the mouth of a venomous snake lurking in the darkness.

Genichi Hanyu's gaze pierced through the thick darkness, locking precisely onto that drawer.

He could clearly feel the resurrection stone inside!

But at the same time, he also sensed that the drawer itself was shrouded in layers of interlocking curses and traps.

Forcibly touching it could have disastrous consequences.

Without the slightest hesitation, a condensed, almost tangible point of magical light gathered at the tip of the wand and silently pointed it toward the drawer keyhole.

"Click..."

A very faint click of a mechanism could be clearly heard in the deathly silence of the darkness.

Without any external force touching it, the drawer slid open slowly and silently, as if pulled by invisible threads.

The inside of the drawer was completely empty, without any padding or protection.

The only thing that exists is a ring.

Marvologant's ring!

The moment the drawer was opened, Genichi Hanyu's gaze was immediately captured by it.

The ring was crudely designed, even ugly. The gold setting had long lost its luster, covered with scratches and dark grime, exuding a vulgar, nouveau riche vibe and the decaying aura of the 957 family.

However, what is truly captivating is the Resurrection Stone, a pebble-sized gemstone set in the ring setting, as deep and dark as a starless night sky!

The gemstone itself is not dazzling; in fact, it appears somewhat dull.

But the instant Hanyu Genichi's gaze met his...

hum!

A cold, slippery, and venomous mental fluctuation, disregarding physical distance and Genichi Hanyu's powerful mental barrier, instantly invaded his mind!

It wasn't a sound, but a seductive and twisted whisper that acted directly on the depths of the soul: Put it on.

Wear this ring, and you, humble mortal, will obtain everything you've ever dreamed of.

Unparalleled power will grovel at your feet; you can turn the world upside down with a flick of your wrist, and the whole world will tremble because of you!

Endless power will flow into your body, transcending the boundaries of magic. You will touch the power of the rules, rising above life and death, becoming the true master!

Wear it, and you will have everything! Wealth, power, authority, immortality—your deepest desires will all become reality!

Simply put it on gently.

These seductive whispers are like the sweetest poison, precisely stirring the deepest desires and ambitions in people's hearts.