Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 178 Broken Vase

Apparently the Horcrux Voldemort also noticed something was wrong, and although the young Tom Riddle was a little arrogant, he was definitely not stupid.

Whether it was Suze’s half-Muggle identity at the beginning, or Rocket Raccoon, the extremely strange creature, and later encountering the weird Room of Requirement, Tom just felt that this world made him feel extremely unfamiliar.

Is this still the world I am familiar with? Is this still the Hogwarts in my memory?

Could it be that because his original body had failed, the entire world had undergone incomprehensible changes?

Tom originally didn't want to delve into these things. He had only one goal, which was to find out what exactly caused the fire at Hogwarts and why the Horcruxes created by himself were also damaged.

But now, seeing that Suze had brought another even stranger "human", the young Tom Riddle could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart.

Perhaps the witch didn't know what happened to Constantine, but Tom, who was naturally sensitive to magic and extremely talented, could clearly sense the strange magical reactions in Constantine.

Completely different from the magic on Su Ze, Constantine's whole body was filled with chaotic energy reactions, some of which were extremely dark, while others were full of light, making people dare not look directly at them.

This creature simply shouldn't exist in the world; its existence itself is unreasonable.

Just like what the old witch said before - it's a miracle that he can stand here.

Hearing the voice of the Horcrux Voldemort, Su Ze licked his dry lips. 'This is not something you should care about. I just want to know if you have any way to restore Constantine's memory.'

"You heard what the witch said. This is not something that magic can do. His mind is blank."

Tom Riddle responded, his voice very cold.

"I know what she said, but I would rather hear your answer. After all, in this world, there should be no one who knows more about some profound magic than you." Su Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

In addition to his talent for magic, Voldemort was also well versed in various strange spells, especially the advanced black magic.

The statements of the medical staff at St. Mungo's Hospital were only a reference for Su Ze. After all, they were basically all white wizards. Only when a master of dark wizards like Voldemort spoke in person could Su Ze be sure that Constantine's amnesia had nothing to do with the magic here.

After hearing Su Ze's words, the Horcrux Voldemort also fell silent.

Su Ze couldn't see his expression, but he knew that the Horcrux Voldemort must be thinking about something, so Su Ze didn't disturb him and just waited quietly.

It was unknown how long it had passed before the voice of the Horcrux Voldemort reappeared in Su Ze's mind.

"I can't think of any way to bring back his memory. The prerequisite for restoring his memory is that he has to have memories. However, as I said before, his mind is blank. Dumbledore probably asked you to take him to St. Mungo's for this reason."

"What do you mean?" Su Ze frowned.

'This is not mental damage, and it has nothing to do with magic. His memory has not been altered, otherwise Dumbledore could have easily extracted fragments of his memory through the Pensieve.'

Tom Riddle explained and then continued.

'But this guy is different from everything we understand. I am a Horcrux, so my perception of souls is different from that of ordinary people. Believe me, you don't want to know what this guy looks like from my perspective.'

Hearing this, Su Ze's brows frowned even deeper.

Tom Riddle also knew that Su Ze would definitely continue asking questions, so he spoke first before Su Ze opened his mouth.

"Of course, I know you can't help but be curious. In fact, I am not sure that what I saw is necessarily true. I can only say that he is completely 'broken', not only physically, but also spiritually."

"broken?"

Su Ze murmured softly, considering the word carefully.

"What's wrong, Kaeya, did you say anything?" Rocket Raccoon's ears twitched, and he looked at Su Ze, who was frowning, with some curiosity.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something." Su Ze responded, then he immediately lowered his head and continued to call the Horcrux Voldemort in his heart.

'What do you mean by a broken soul? Has his soul been attacked, or is his soul now incomplete?'

If amnesia is caused by the lack of soul, then this is a verifiable guess. After all, no matter which world it is, the soul is a very important thing for human beings, even more important than life.

"Let's put it this way. This guy is now like a piece of mosaic, just like a broken vase that was restored by some force. On the surface, it still looks like a vase, but the cracks are still there, and it will break if touched." Tom Riddle gave an example.

Su Ze also understood something in an instant, so he continued according to Tom's words.

'And the power you are talking about is not the glue that holds the vase together, so technology cannot detect Constantine's specific condition. Similarly, the power that repairs the vase is not magic, so St. Mungo's Hospital cannot help.'

'You are quite knowledgeable.' Tom Riddle smiled.

'This power is beyond cognition. It has changed this guy from head to toe. So strictly speaking, this Constantine has not lost his memory. His memory has been scattered and distributed in every gap in his body.'

"Do you have a way to extract these memories?" Su Ze asked what he wanted to know most.

"If you can find and resurrect my original form, and then offer Dumbledore's Elder Wand to me, then I might be able to give it a try," Tom Riddle said calmly.

When Su Ze heard this, he smiled immediately.

'Do you think it's possible?'

"We have to try it, and do you think there is anyone else in this world who has the ability to do this except me?" Tom Riddle's voice was still full of chill.

"Didn't you say that this is not magic? Even St. Mungo's Hospital and Dumbledore couldn't do it. Why should I believe you?" Su Ze tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"The power that twisted his soul is indeed not magic, but something more taboo. But don't put me and Dumbledore together with other rubbish. As long as I can master the power of the Elder Wand and ancient magic, it will be easy to repair Constantine."

Before Tom Riddle could finish speaking, Suze interrupted him.

'So, you're after the guy who covered up the fire, right?'

"That is ancient magic, a power that has been lost since ancient times and can change the world. Don't you want to know who that guy is?"

'That's enough, let's end this topic here.'

"We are on the same side! That guy is our common enemy!"

Horcrux Voldemort became anxious.

"And your friend was probably killed by that guy."

The voice of the Horcrux Voldemort suddenly stopped. Su Ze unilaterally cut off his connection with it, and let the second half of his words fall into darkness.

Ever since he got the diary from Ginny, the energy absorbed by the Horcrux Voldemort was transferred from Ginny to Suze. The reason why the other party could appear as a soul was entirely dependent on Suze's energy supply.

Because of this, Su Ze was able to communicate with him in private.

As he listened to Tom Riddle's words, several completely different guesses slowly emerged in Su Ze's mind.

Communicating with Voldemort is definitely not a good choice, but if you can judge the truth or falsehood in the other party's words, it will also be a help to yourself.

The Horcrux Voldemort did have some selfish motives, such as asking himself to help his original body resurrect, and seeking the power of what he called "ancient magic", but other than that, he was not much different from other wizards in this world.

He will not lie, because if he wants others to help him, he must tell them something useful, so that he can gain their trust. At the same time, he will also hide some things, some important things.
The carriage slowly landed at Hogwarts Station, which is the area between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade village, and generally lower grade students are not allowed to approach it.

Suze, Constantine and Rocket Raccoon got off the carriage and saw Hagrid who was waiting there. It seemed that he had been standing here for a long time.

"Hagrid, why are you here?" Su Ze walked up and looked at this tall old friend.

"Dumbledore asked me to come pick you up. St. Mungo's wrote back to him and they're sorry I couldn't help you." Hagrid said, then turned to look at Constantine. "You must be John Constantine, right? I'm Hagrid."

"Hello." Constantine looked at Hagrid's tall physique, but he was not very surprised. He just thought it was a very normal thing in this world.

"Constantine's condition is rather complicated. In fact, we had already prepared ourselves mentally before going to St. Mungo's Hospital." Su Ze was not too disappointed. He had just wanted to give it a try.

At this moment Hagrid suddenly thought of something and spoke excitedly.

"By the way, Dumbledore wants you to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom immediately. Professor Lockhart has already made all the necessary preparations there."

"Gilderoy Lockhart?" Suze was slightly stunned when he heard this. "What kind of complete preparations has he made?"

"Professor Lockhart learned about Constantine's situation, so he decided to take matters into his own hands and help you find your lost memories."

Hagrid smiled and continued.

"Don't forget, he is a master of memory magic."

(End of this chapter)