Chapter 737
A Detailed Account of Soul Weapons
Chapter 737 A Detailed Account of Soul Weapons
"Then came the ring."
Wade didn't press Dumbledore about where he had put the diary, and said in a flat tone, "Found it in the ruins of the Gaunt house, burned with Fiendfire."
Dumbledore's fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back and said instead, "And the Ravenclaw tiara...you burned it in the cave."
Later, when the two sides were frank with each other, Dumbledore went to check the nameless cave. The charred stones and rock walls still bore the marks of the dark magic burning, and there wasn't even a single spider spinning a web in the cave.
Back then, it was Lupin who used the Fiendfire spell, which seemed like a long time ago to Vader.
“The fourth one, the Slytherin locket,” Wade whispered. “Destroy it in the grotto where Regulus Black was buried.”
That time, it was Dumbledore who used the Flame Charm. Unlike Wade and Lupin, who used Fiendfire to burn for a long time, Dumbledore's flames only took a few seconds to burn the locket and the soul fragment inside to ashes.
At the time, Vader thought it was because the headmaster possessed powerful magic. Only after learning [Flame God] did he understand what those blue and white flames meant.
"So there are only two Horcruxes left..."
After a pause, Vader continued, "The Hufflepuff Cup, and... an unknown Horcrux."
Dumbledore slowly shook his head: "The Horcruxes were created accidentally and were not part of Voldemort's plan."
They tacitly avoided mentioning Harry's name, even though they both knew the truth.
"As for the Cup... Lucius Malfoy speculated that Hufflepuff's Cup is in the Lestrange vault and is still kept in Gringotts," Dumbledore said.
Wade looked at the headmaster tentatively: "Voldemort once broke into Gringotts... A wizard like you is no match for goblin defenses..."
He paused, then suddenly realized that his current manner of speaking and tone of voice seemed somewhat familiar…
He's a bit like the Tom Riddle in Slughorn's memory, the one who meticulously extracts information step by step.
Wade abruptly pulled back from his forward-leaning posture, straightened his back, and unconsciously tapped the armrest twice with his fingertips.
The Dark Lord's influence was quite contagious, causing him to unconsciously imitate him. When he came to his senses, the eerie feeling of déjà vu still lingered in his mind.
Dumbledore, perhaps sensing the same thing, also remained silent for a few seconds before continuing the previous topic:
"I prefer a more reasonable approach, but this matter... perhaps Voldemort himself could accomplish it for us."
The old headmaster then changed the subject: "As for the last Horcrux... perhaps you've already destroyed it unintentionally."
Wade was taken aback: "What?"
Then he suddenly remembered the giant snake that had been turned to ashes along with the baby Voldemort at the door of the cabin.
—Could it be that Voldemort didn't truly resurrect before turning Nagini into a Horcrux, but rather, after gaining a temporary living body, he couldn't wait to complete the ritual of creating the last Horcrux?
I guess so...
Voldemort always believed that dividing his soul into seven parts would grant him the greatest power. And when he was weak, he would certainly crave to become stronger even more.
He wandered like a ghost for over a decade, and the pain and loneliness, far from making him calm and patient, only made him more restless. Thinking of Nagini, Vader suddenly remembered another snake—the king cobra he had seen in the monastery church.
After the battle, the snake's body was not found. Vader had to ask the puppets to find out that when Voldemort and the Death Eaters left the church, the snake did not help its master fight but instead took the opportunity to escape. It is unknown whether Voldemort went to find his new pet afterward.
Dumbledore did not answer Wade's question, but simply waved his wand, and the mist around them swirled and rolled again, suddenly transforming into a completely new scene.
The familiar outline of the monastery gradually emerged from the mist, the cracks in the glass appearing like a grotesque spiderweb in the moonlight. The air in his memory seemed to be thick with the stench of blood; Vader felt he could even smell the putrid odor.
The place they were in was not the monastery's church or courtyard, but the cemetery behind it. Most of the once towering tombstones had collapsed, and the fence of the cemetery was covered with withered vines and iron-gray thorns.
Voldemort, in his infant form, sat in a specially made chair, which Vader thought resembled a high chair for babies to eat in, except that the small table in front had been removed and some eerie and cold decorations had been added.
"boom!"
Slughorn was dragged over by the scarred man and slammed heavily in front of the tombstone.
He still looked chubby, but he had been tortured beyond recognition, his hands and feet twisted at bizarre angles, and his robe was covered with alternating old and new bloodstains.
Voldemort gently raised his deformed little hand, making an inviting gesture, and said in a hoarse voice:
“Dear Professor Slughorn, you must remember… that lesson we didn’t finish?”
Slughorn huddled in front of the tombstone, his bloodied fingers digging into the dirt, too afraid to look up: "I...I don't know anything...Please...let me go..."
“That won’t do,” Voldemort said coldly. “When you were teaching me, you weren’t so stingy with your knowledge. Or… would you rather become this child’s dinner?”
With a wave of his hand, a massive king cobra slithered out, coiling around Slughorn's body, its amber eyes drooling over this "dinner."
"no no……"
Slughorn trembled violently, his eyes tightly shut, and said, "I'm so sorry, I really don't know what the incantation for creating a Horcrux is... and... and... you're still alive, so you must have succeeded..."
"Ah, that spell... I eventually managed to get it, there's no need to mention it again... I want to talk about another issue."
Voldemort's polite voice suddenly turned cold, becoming venomous and furious:
"Tell me... if one of the Horcruxes is destroyed, how can it be repaired? After a soul is split into seven parts... can it continue to split?"
Upon hearing this, the old professor could no longer contain himself. He looked up at Voldemort in horror, and was so frightened by his appearance that he collapsed to the ground, curling up into a ball once again.
“Split…split the soul…” Slughorn stammered, “That’s wrong…the soul should be whole…”
"I don't want to hear this nonsense!" Voldemort suddenly screamed, waving his wand: "Crunch in the Heart!"
The spell's light struck Slughorn in the chest, causing him to double over with a agonizing scream—
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
(End of this chapter)