Chapter 557: Horcrux Killing Spree

Chapter 557: Horcrux Killing Spree

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A few seconds after teleporting off, Kreacher returned with the locket clutched tightly in his bony hands, a piece of dark history that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy.

Arcturus and Albus exchanged a knowing glance as they recognized the intricate design of the locket, an heirloom of Salazar Slytherin, one of Hogwarts' revered founders. Their shared curiosity hung in the air, wondering how such a significant artifact had fallen into Voldemort's hands.

Handing over the locket with a wary expression, Kreacher warned Peter, "Steal Master Regulus's locket, and Kreacher will find a way to make you suffer, no matter where you hide."

"Sure, sure..." Peter, unfazed by the threat, accepted the locket and examined it with a thoughtful expression.

Before he could proceed with its destruction, Albus interjected, curiosity etched on his aged features. "Peter, how do you plan to destroy the Horcrux? It is no simple feat... few things possess the potency or power required for such a task."

Looking up from the locket, Peter smirked confidently. "I'll destroy it with this." He conjured Phoenix flames on his open palm, a mesmerizing dance of ethereal fire. Controlling the flames with practiced ease, he enveloped the locket, prompting Kreacher to take a step back, fear evident in his eyes.

"Aaaaaghh!" As the flames touched the locket, a blood-curdling shriek pierced the air, and a sinister black smoke began to emanate from the cursed object.

The room was filled with tension as the shadowy form struggled, attempting to escape the fiery grip of the Phoenix flames. "AAAAAGHHHHH!" The shrieking intensified, an eerie symphony of agony, as Voldemort's malevolent essence fought against its inevitable demise.

Wide-eyed, everyone in the room watched the spectacle unfold. The black smoke twisted and contorted, desperately trying to evade the relentless flames. But Peter's control over the Phoenix magic seemed absolute, and the shadowy figure was gradually burned to a crisp, dissipating into nothingness.

And as the shard of Voldemorts soul was eradicated, Kreacher felt a huge weight drop from his shoulders. Tears rained down his cheeks, his beloved masters last wish finally completely.

With the Horcrux vanquished, the flames subsided, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. Peter inspected the locket, which miraculously remained in perfect condition. He glanced at MJ and handed her the locket, silently affirming their plan to take souvenirs from this unprecedented journey.

Arcturus broke the silence, his stern gaze fixed on Peter. "Impressive control over fire magic... Few possess such mastery."

"It's not actually magic, but thanks." Peter shrugged nonchalantly, confusing everyone. "You pick up a few tricks when you've been around the block as many times as I have."

Albus, however, couldn't suppress his curiosity. "But Salazar Slytherin's locket is a powerful magical artifact. How did it come into Voldemort's possession?"

Peter exchanged a knowing look with MJ before responding, "That's a story for another time. Right now, we've got bigger problems to deal with, like destroying the rest of the Horcruxes."

Arcturus nodded, recognizing the urgency of the situation. "Indeed. But do you know where the rest of them are?"

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Closing the door of the dilapidated shack behind them, Peter faced the group and with a flick of his wrist, conjured a shimmering portal. The familiar golden glow enveloped them, transporting inside of a large castle, Hogwarts, a place laden with magical history and secrets.

As they materialized within the hallowed halls of the school, Albus Dumbledore, the venerable headmaster, wore a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his aged features. "Peter, how did you manage to breach the school's wards so effortlessly? This shouldn't be possible..."

Peter, ever nonchalant, grinned, "Lets talk about that later. Right now, let's just focus on the task at hand."

Albus nodded, his eyes reflecting a keen interest in learning from Peter. But sadly, they had a job to do at the moment.

The realization dawned on everyone that their purpose in returning to Hogwarts was more than mere nostalgia. There, within its revered walls, hid another Horcrux, a revelation that left them incredulous. How could such darkness lurk in the sanctuary of a school dedicated to magic and knowledge?

A nervous look dawned on Dumbledore face as he turned to see Voldemort floating behind Peter, thankfully still unconscious. 'We should have locked him up somewhere... It's not safe for the children to be anywhere near him...' He thought.

After all, they just brought the Dark Lord himself to a school full of innocent and impressionable children. A lot could go wrong if they aren't careful.

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Arriving on the seventh floor, Peter halted before a seemingly ordinary stretch of wall. With a knowing smile, he paced back and forth three times before a door materialized, revealing the Room of Requirement.

Albus, the only one among the group who was unsurprised by this enchanted room's existence, watched with an understanding nod. 'Tom must have found the room while he was at school and used it as a hiding place...'

Peter turned to the group, his expression resolute. "This is it. Another Horcrux is hidden in here."

As the door creaked open, unveiling the Room's ever-changing interior, a collective gasp escaped the group. The space transformed into a vast library, filled with towering shelves of ancient tomes and mystical artifacts. In the center stood a pedestal, atop which rested a seemingly innocuous object.

James, wide-eyed, muttered, "A Horcrux in Hogwarts... unbelievable."

Peter approached the pedestal, his eyes narrowing at the object. It was an ornate diadem, delicately crafted with intricate details. "Ravenclaw's lost diadem," Albus mused, recognizing the artifact.

Peter extended his hand, grasping the diadem as his hand lights up in flames for the third time that night. "Time to collect another souvenir." He said as he turned to MJ. "We should give this one to Lily. She'd look cute with it on."

MJ nodded. "Sure, but we'll have to get something for America as well. We can't forget about her."

"Sure, we'll find something." Peter nodded as the third horcrux of the night was destroyed, leaving only the Diadem itself intact.

Watching Peter talking so casually with MJ whilst he destroys a Horcrux with his bare hands, the whole group couldn't help but wonder whether this was actually as life threatening and dangerous as they originally thought.

'Isn't this a little too easy?' Each of them thought in unison.

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