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Chapter 52: Voldemort's Death Knell
"Um……"

Du Mu ignored Tom and instead felt the fullness of his soul.

This fullness even made him feel dizzy.

When observing the world with the naked eye, it always feels like reality speeds up and slows down depending on your attention, or even feels like frame drops.

He knew that this was the result of the physical body being unable to match the powerful mental strength.

Du Mu mobilized his magical powers and circulated them in the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians at the same time.

The magic power that was originally dormant in the dantian now flows through every part of the limbs like blood in the arteries, smoothly and without any awkwardness.

So Du Mu finally felt comfortable.

Occasionally, there are great masters in the martial arts world who will tell others that they are going to go into seclusion.

When they were in seclusion, they were immersed in an absolutely quiet environment where they would not be disturbed, and they focused their whole body on meditation, moving their internal energy through the body to circulate the whole body. This was the effect that Du Mu was experiencing at this moment.

If they are not careful, they will go astray and practice their internal energy incorrectly, which will cause the destruction of their meridians at the very least, and death at the worst.

But for Du Mu now, this is as natural as breathing.

Even if he didn't strengthen his whole body's senses in this way, he would feel as if he was restrained in a rigid body and experience strong discomfort.

Du Mu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tom.

After thinking about it, another Du Mu suddenly appeared in front of Tom.

Tom was originally waiting for Du Mu's response with his head down, his body stiff, when he suddenly saw the second Du Mu appear, and his eyes almost popped out.

"This... Professor, what kind of magic is this? Is this imaging?"

Tom wanted to ask in a seemingly relaxed tone, but how could he not see what was going on with this new professor?

This is clearly a complete spiritual entity just like myself!

Tom felt like he was going crazy, or maybe he was already crazy, because he saw such an unreasonable scene.

A person who had absorbed twice as much mental power as Voldemort actually still had the energy left to create a spiritual entity capable of independent action out of thin air!

The semi-transparent Du Mu who appeared out of nowhere showed a hint of a smile, looked at Tom and said lightly: "Nothing, seeing you appear in this way, I just learned a little bit."

In fact, Tom was wrong about this matter.

This spiritual entity of Du Mu did not consume too much of his mental energy, because the basis of its structure was magic power.

The most fundamental difference between mana and magic power is that it has the same free and precise controllability as true energy.

Therefore, Tom needs to be resurrected to use the magic wand to cast spells. But Du Mu, the spiritual entity, can really fight on behalf of the real body.

Of course, it’s not fists and feet, but spell attacks.

In this state, Du Mu mastered the way to control mental power almost without any instruction.

Although he had not learned any specific spells to target souls, Du Mu was confident just from his strong mental strength that any attack he could make containing magical power would be effective against the invisible and intangible souls.

Du Mu raised his hand, touched Tom's head, and said with a smile: "You are very good, indeed an excellent disciple."

Tom felt the touch on his head, and it was almost like a shudder from the depths of his soul.

He...can he touch me?

This does not mean that the flesh can touch the flesh, and the soul can touch the soul. It is not like that. The flesh is material, and it is normal for it to touch each other. But the soul and spiritual power in the world of Hogwarts are invisible, and they will not only pass through the flesh, but also through each other.

It's just that a malicious soul may corrode another soul and cause harm to it.

But that kind of hurt was more like ink dripping into a pond... However, the touch on his head at this moment was so real that Tom even had the illusion that he had been resurrected and was really standing here, like a good student, being comforted by his teacher.

So warm, yet so terrifying.

Tom could no longer speak.

Although he had just re-condensed into a spiritual entity and gained spiritual energy that was even more vigorous than his original body, he felt his own insignificance and fragility for the first time in his life.

"Come on, Tom."

Although he was speaking to Tom gently, Du Mu's real body had already stood up and tied the incense master's skull and diary to his waist.

Apparently, it didn't matter whether Tom was willing to go or not and follow him to the unknown.

Tom followed Du Mu woodenly and silently, and saw him walk towards the gate of the yard and take one step out.

Tom felt that the whole world suddenly changed color.

Apparition? There was no sign of it at all. It was definitely a master-level spell.

But this level of shock was nothing compared to the shock just now. Tom's wooden face showed no expression. But when he raised his head and saw the old man in front of him and the items on his desk, he suddenly collapsed.

The collapse was silent and the entire spiritual entity dissipated.

Du Mu's diary, which was lying on his back, began to flip pages frantically, as if he wanted to tear himself to pieces.

Dumbledore looked at the place where Tom disappeared with some surprise, and looked at Du Mu and asked: "Could that be?"

Du Mu nodded: "Yes, your former student, and now my disciple, Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then added, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The pages of the diary stopped turning.

It seemed to be dead, lying quietly behind Du Mu's waist, as lifeless as the skeleton next to it.

For some reason, Dumbledore suddenly felt that he might have said something wrong.

But he and Tom did have a bad relationship, and they had never found the right way to get along with each other in their lives.

The reason why Tom just collapsed was, of course, the pile of Horcruxes on the table.

Or rather...a broken Horcrux.

Under the slash of the sword of Gryffindor, no Horcrux could escape the fate of being chopped into pieces.

Gaunt's ring with the Resurrection Stone, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket.

Dumbledore sighed and said, "Alas, the four founders of the house probably never imagined that the relics they left behind would eventually be destroyed by the sword of Gryffindor."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the diary on Du Mu's back, and asked with concern: "You should... understand the danger of that diary, right? How about it, have you found a way?"

What Dumbledore asked was whether he had obtained the method to deal with Voldemort's soul through Tom, but he was not sure how much information Du Mu had revealed to Tom, so he did not say it.

Seeing this, Du Mu smiled and said, "Principal Dumbledore, it's okay. Tom already knows most of the things... We can set off now to find Professor Lodge."

Dumbledore frowned. "Isn't that too hasty? And are you sure you want to take the diary with you?"

Du Mu shook his head and said, "There is nothing to prepare. Other professors don't have any way to defend against soul attacks. Going there will only cause trouble."

In fact, Severus Snape should be able to protect himself.

But this time Dumbledore didn't say it.

As a cautious man, he did not intend to expose Snape in front of Voldemort's Horcrux at the last moment.

What if?
If Voldemort manages to escape this time, Snape can still play a big role.

There is no need to reveal the hole cards when you have enough cards in your hand.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "Well, if you insist."

As he spoke, he walked up to Du Mu, holding the sword of Gryffindor, and stretched out his hand, motioning Du Mu to hold him.

Du Mu smiled slightly and grasped the blade of Gryffindor's sword.

The sharp sword did not hurt Du Mu's skin at all.

Dumbledore looked at Du Mu's palm in surprise, but did not ask any more questions. He took out the Elder Wand and cast a spell: "Apparition."

The two of them disappeared from the principal's office in an instant.

The huge principal's office suddenly became empty, as if the only living creature was the phoenix preening its feathers.

After a moment, the silent portraits on the walls of the office all breathed a sigh of relief.

"My God, that man looks even scarier than last time. Before, I thought he was just a Squib who could do some magic tricks."

"Why do I feel like I'll disappear if he blows on me? It must be an illusion."

"I'm afraid not. Did he learn some dark magic involving the soul from Tom? I just felt like I had a mountain on my shoulders."

"It's unbelievable. None of the four founders of the academy have ever put so much pressure on me... Is it because I'm dead?"

"Remind me to tell Dumbledore to let me know the next time this man comes so I can go somewhere else to get some fresh air."

“Together…together…”

Thanks to the wandering toad for the advice, I never thought that I would be rejected all the time, who could have imagined this! ...

Thanks again to Mr. Toad for his method, otherwise I really don’t know what to do.

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