Chapter 152 – Venom
Now that we had Voldemort's soul in our possession, we advanced to the next part of our plan. Destroying it. Once again, I was calling for Herpo's attention, wanting him to help us, but since going to sleep and waking up, he was gone again. Haaah... My guess is he was tired of keeping my thoughts sealed before the vampires, but still! At least he could tell me he is going to take a nap or something.
"Can we even destroy it?" Quincy asked as we sat inside our little personal common room, watching the fireplace, lighting up our faces in the midnight darkness. "We need the stone. Didn't he accidentally make himself wholly undead by using it as a Horcrux?"
"No." Grindelwald answered, while Lockhart just sat there, silently listening, slurping on a hot chocolate like he was a student instead of a grown adult. "What his soul is stuck to is not the stone; it is the ring. If we want to destroy it, we must attack the ring and leave the stone unharmed."
"Is it safe to... talk about it?" Lockhart asked after we had fallen silent, looking towards a painting on the opposite wall that hid a safe which, in turn, had the ring inside, sealed behind a handful of spells.
"It is." Our Master nodded, closing his eyes, thinking. "Separating the ring and the stone will be difficult for multiple reasons."
"It is something made by Salazar Slytherin." I continued before he could, already having enough experience in artifacts and their creations to notice a masterwork if I came across one. "I am not entirely sure he was unaware of the stone's origin. They are masterfully conjoined and create a complete artifact that fits any finger it is being put on. Taking them apart can only be done by destroying the ring."
"Can't young Quincy whip up another genius potion that melts it away or something?"
"Thank you for the trust, Professor," she giggled, "But I am not at that level yet."
"We could blast it with the killing curse." I suggested, "It is a soul, no? It should kill it."
"Or rebound because of the stone. It is the Resurrection Stone; who knows what kind of reaction it would have towards that spell!" She nudged me while sitting on my lap.
"What do you think?" I asked, looking at Grindelwald, who opened his eyes and glanced towards us.