Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty Seven

• Red in anger, I took the painting off the wall and hurled it on the floor. The sound of the crystal hitting the ground was earsplitting, yet the damn cursed object didn’t break!
• I placed it underneath my shoe and stomped on it as hard as I could, but the object was as stubborn as its master. Madame Long’s face was what I imagined as I attempted to crush it like an angry bull.
• “It’s pointless to try to break an enchanted object. You must set it on fire and bury it somewhere away from your home, preferably a graveyard,” said Alistair.