Standing in front of the door, Hao Yun knocked on the wooden door a few times.
Who is it?
Hagrid, who was baking cookies, pushed open the door and came out. When he saw Hao Yun, he smiled and asked.
"It's you. What brings you here?"
"Hagrid, I need some materials, but I can't leave, so I'll have to trouble you to go out and buy them for me."
Hao Yun took out his money bag and a list.
Hagrid took a look and couldn't help but gasp.
"Whoa! Why did you buy so much ore? And dragon blood too? You first-year students shouldn't need dragon blood to make potions, right?"
“I really need these things urgently. I can’t go out right now, so I can only ask you to buy them for me.”
Hao Yun helplessly spread his hands. If he could get out, he wouldn't have bothered Hagrid at all.
"Okay, but these things you want to buy aren't cheap. Do you have that much money?"
Hagrid knew very well about Hao Yun's assets because Hao Yun's money all came from the Forbidden Forest.
"That should be enough. If not, could you pay for it first and I'll pay you back gradually?"
Hagrid smiled and waved his hand, then put the list and money bag into his pocket.
"It should be usable. I'll help you negotiate the price. I'll go out and buy it for you this afternoon, and you can come and pick it up tonight."
The two agreed on a time, and Hao Yun returned to the castle, entered the House of Requirement, and created a blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop was fully equipped with tools, but lacked fuel and ore; it only had basic tools.
Hao Yun, who is in the Qi Refining stage, cannot use Samadhi Fire. If he wants to refine a weapon, he can only use this most ancient tool to forge a flying sword.
After leaving the blacksmith shop inside the "Always-Available" house, Hao Yun silently thought to himself, "I need a place to hide things."
The scene inside the room changed, and when Hao Yun opened his eyes, the surroundings had become a garbage dump.
Worn shoes, tattered socks, broken tables and chairs, a magic wand broken in two...
All sorts of strange and unusual gadgets can be found in this junkyard.
Hao Yun covered his mouth and nose and began rummaging through the garbage for anything useful.
Various metal items are Hao Yun's first choice.
After searching for more than an hour, Hao Yun was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back.
Sitting on a broken chair, Hao Yun looked at a pile of metal utensils and unidentified toys beside him, wondering how much rare metal he could get after melting them down.
Lacking money, Hao Yun only asked Hagrid to buy some precious metals; he planned to obtain the rest from the House of Requirement.
"I feel like a junk collector right now. I really don't know if the flying sword I make with these things will even work."
Hao Yun gave a bitter smile, unable to help but lament his poverty.
After resting for a while, Hao Yun continued searching.
Hao Yun opened a broken pocket watch and looked at it. Hmm, the material is not bad. Melt it!
Rusty sheet metal, useless, throw it away.
After a busy afternoon, Hao Yun realized that he had only searched a small corner of the garbage dump.
Hao Yun couldn't help but sigh, wondering how many people must have treated this place like a garbage dump for such a spectacular scene to occur.
As Hao Yun loaded the sorted metal into a trolley, his eyes were drawn to a glittering golden light.
Following the golden light, a glittering golden crown was placed on a cabinet.
"Wear me and you will gain endless wealth, wear me."
Hao Yun's eyes became lifeless, his mind completely absorbed by the crown.
Unbeknownst to him, Hao Yun had arrived in front of the crown. The moment his hand touched the crown, Hao Yun snapped back to his senses.
Holy crap! Could this be Ravenclaw's tiara?
From a distance, Hao Yun looked at the crown and it seemed more and more like it. This thing was Voldemort's Horcrux. Could he be so unlucky as to have been targeted by it?
Sitting cross-legged, Hao Yun managed to extend a wisp of his divine consciousness.
The moment the divine sense touched the crown, a wave of malice surged forth.
Voldemort's remnant soul began to rage, attempting to seize Hao Yun's body.
At this moment, Hao Yun realized that he had done something stupid and should not have tested them.
Voldemort's remnant soul entered Hao Yun's body and began to fight Hao Yun for control of the body.
“A young wizard, thank you for freeing me. In return, I will accept your body.”
Voldemort gave a sinister smile, and with a tug at Hao Yun's soul, he was about to devour it.
Hao Yun gritted his teeth and controlled his soul to engage in a fierce battle with Voldemort.
Concentrating all his divine sense, Hao Yun condensed it into a steel needle and stabbed it fiercely into Voldemort's remnant soul.
Voldemort let out a scream, "What kind of magic is this? How could it possibly hurt me!"
"Get out of here!"
Hao Yun regained control of his soul and charged headlong into Voldemort, trying to force him out of his body.
"It's no use, you can't fight me!"
Voldemort let out a maniacal laugh and tore Hao Yun's soul apart with both hands.
"Um?"
Voldemort looked at Hao Yun's intact soul with a hint of doubt in his expression.
What's going on? Am I so weak that I can't even handle a junior wizard?
Taking advantage of Voldemort's momentary lapse in concentration, Hao Yun kicked him away.
After distancing himself from Voldemort, Hao Yun checked his soul and found it intact and undamaged.
"fine?"
Hao Yun was also confused. Was Voldemort really that weak?
"Impossible, impossible!"
Voldemort roared, and his soul transformed into black mist that enveloped Hao Yun.
Under the corrosive influence of the black mist, Hao Yun discovered that his soul was completely unharmed.
Um... was Voldemort too weak, or was I too strong?
For a moment, Hao Yun was also confused about the problem, but since Voldemort could not harm him, it was his turn to fight back.
Hao Yun chuckled, conjured a short sword with his divine sense, and slashed it fiercely at the black mist.
Voldemort was injured and screamed as he tried to escape from Hao Yun's body.
"Hmph, this isn't a place you can come and go as you please!"
Hao Yun blocked Voldemort and chased after him, hacking away furiously.
Voldemort's remnant soul, attached to Ravenclaw's crown, grew weaker and weaker under Hao Yun's attacks.
"No! Don't kill me! I can cooperate with you! I can pass on all my knowledge to you!"
Voldemort was cornered by Hao Yun and quickly begged for mercy.
"Okay, tell me what you can do."
When Voldemort saw Hao Yun stop, he sneered inwardly, thinking how easily children could be fooled.
Just as Voldemort was about to speak, a short knife shredded his remaining soul to pieces.
"Do you really think I'm a fool? That I'd negotiate with you?"
Hao Yun snorted, dispersed the short sword formed from his divine sense, and opened his mouth to devour the remaining fragments of Voldemort's soul.
A few minutes later, Hao Yun opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"That was close! Luckily, my soul was strong enough, or I would have died at Voldemort's hands."
Chapter 276 Forging a Flying Sword
After devouring Voldemort's remnant soul, Hao Yun looked at Ravenclaw's crown and felt a bit uneasy.
This piece of junk almost killed me; I guess I'll just melt it down later.
Hao Yun picked up the crown and casually tossed it into the cart.
If the person who made the crown knew about Hao Yun's actions, he would definitely crawl out from underground and strangle Hao Yun.
This is an epic-level magical item, and you're actually going to melt it down!
Hao Yun, who didn't care about this at all, took out his pocket, glanced at the time, and decided to go to the restaurant for dinner first, and then go to Hagrid to get the ore.
In the battle with Voldemort, Hao Yun not only escaped injury but also gained many benefits.
The remnant soul hidden in the crown contains all of Voldemort's memories, including the knowledge he learned.
Having gained these memories, Hao Yun was exempt from years of arduous training and research.
However, Hao Yun's mind is not on magic at the moment; he only wants to forge a flying sword for self-defense.
Learning these spells wouldn't be of much help to Hao Yun; without sufficient magic power, knowing more spells wouldn't make a difference.
If Voldemort were to appear, Hao Yun could at most exchange a few blows with him before his magic was depleted, leaving him completely at Voldemort's mercy.
After leaving the House of Requirement, Hao Yong cleaned his clothes and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Life magic is really useful."
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Hao Yun had just sat down when the twin brothers crowded around him.
"Hey bro, did Dean McGonagall punish you? How many points did she deduct?"