Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Grindelwald said, "But unexpectedly, Voldemort somehow learned of the existence of this magic and perfected it."

Eric asked, "When this fragment of soul attached itself to you, didn't you feel anything unusual?"

"Yes, there was no reaction at all. Our initial assessment was that the magic had failed. I didn't feel any discomfort, and my magic power didn't increase at all."

“But in reality, that soul within you that doesn’t belong to you has been constantly eroding your body, and only now are the side effects manifesting, and you still can’t solve this problem,” Eric added.

"……That's it."

"Can you tell me from whom that fragment of the soul came?"

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, he suddenly began coughing again, this time sounding like a huge, broken bellows, and uncontrollably vomiting a large clump of dark red blood.

“Come on…” he said, panting.

Grindelwald was unwilling to talk, and Eric did not force him to, but instead took out his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald readily straightened up and nodded slightly to Eric.

Eric picked up his wand and waved it gently, instantly activating a mental field!

At the same time, he looked at Grindelwald and once again clearly saw the other soul existing within him.

Compared to the form observed before, the fragment of soul within Grindelwald's body is now noticeably fuller.

Indeed, just as Eric had judged, it was constantly eroding Grindelwald's body.

A dazzling light emanated from the head of Eric's wand, illuminating the entire magnificent Room of Requirement.

Sunlight spilled onto the walls, illuminating the magnificent murals and sparkling crystal decorations, creating a mysterious and alluring atmosphere.

In that instant, Grindelwald trembled, as if a mysterious force was impacting his mind, throwing his thoughts into chaos.

His eyes were glazed over, and for a moment he couldn’t distinguish between reality and illusion.

Just then, a low, beast-like growl suddenly rang out, shaking the entire room.

The voice was full of wildness and violence, instantly pulling Grindelwald's mind back to reality from the chaos.

Grindelwald struggled to regain consciousness, but felt a splitting headache, as if countless hammers were pounding inside his head.

He rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the unbearable pain.

At the same time, Eric seized the opportunity and quickly chanted a spell.

His fingers flew, and the incantation was completed in the blink of an eye.

A golden beam of light shot out from the wand's tip, heading straight for Grindelwald's forehead.

When the beam of light touched Grindelwald's skin, he felt a warm energy continuously flowing into his body.

This energy, like a gentle stream, flowed softly yet firmly through his blood, taking away his painful headache and restoring his clear mind.

A deep tremor ran through Grindelwald's body, like a storm about to break.

A cotton-like black mist burst forth from his body, drifting about like a ghost.

The black aura was tattered and worn, like fabric eroded by time, exuding a chilling aura.

It struggled to coalesce, attempting to form a shape; however, under the tearing force of Eric's magic, the black mist was repeatedly ripped apart, turning into wisps of pitch-black smoke.

In this mysterious and terrifying scene, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

The spreading black mist twisted and turned in the air, like a terrifying painting.

Grindelwald's body trembled slightly, and his furrowed brows revealed his inner pain and struggle.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, but he could not stop the surge of black energy.

Eric stood at the front, powerful magic gathering in his hands. His gaze was fixed on the black mist, his eyes gleaming brightly. His posture was upright, like a tall tower, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery.

The black mist was constantly being torn apart, but it was relentless, constantly trying to reform itself. Its shape was unpredictable, sometimes resembling a monster's claw, sometimes a terrifying mask, and sometimes a winding black dragon.

It emitted a series of low, deep whistling sounds, like the roar of a wild beast trapped in the darkness.

However, Eric remained unmoved. His eyes revealed determination and resolve, and he increased the output of his magic.

Under Eric's control, the dark energy is gradually leaving Grindelwald's body.

The farther away from Grindelwald, the thicker and more dense the black mist appeared.

A moment later, Grindelwald opened his eyes, feeling the new life force surging within him.

With a muffled thud, Grindelwald's body jolted violently, and at the same time, Eric sharply raised his wand.

Eric actually pulled that wisp of black energy directly out of Grindelwald's body!

The black mist condensed into a ball, like a ghost from a nightmare. The humanoid body it formed was tall and slender, as if it were a soul worn down by endless torment. It had no legs and just floated in the air, like a ghost that had lost its gravity.

This dark humanoid figure had no clear gender; its body outline was indistinct, and only a distorted, chilling face could be seen.

Its face was contorted in extreme agony, as if it had endured endless torment and suffering. Its eyes held no light, only profound darkness, like a bottomless abyss. Black energy slowly emanated from its body, spreading outwards and instilling a sense of boundless fear and despair.

Chapter 200 Fusion and Transcendence!

That evil black aura, like a ferocious black dragon, coiled around the fragments of Grindelwald's soul within his body.

Amidst the pervasive black mist, the entire room seemed shrouded in eerie shadows, making the light appear dim and heavy.

However, as Eric completely extracted the black energy, a miraculous change occurred.

Grindelwald's body began to gradually regain its vitality, as if it had been re-injected with life.

His atrophied muscles gradually swelled, filled with flowing blood. His complexion changed from pale to rosy, like a peach blossom in early spring, radiating a delicate and beautiful glow.

As his breathing became smoother, Grindelwald's chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had rediscovered the rhythm of life.

He struggled to sit up, as if waking from a deep sleep.

Eric carefully removed the absorbed soul and levitated it in the air with his wand.

His gaze was focused and indifferent, with no time to consider Grindelwald's feelings.

Eric tapped his wand lightly with his fingers, and a faint energy fluctuation emanated from the wand, enveloping the suspended soul within it.

His eyes swept across her soul, as if searching for something, his gaze sharp and cold, as if an invisible force separated him from Grindelwald's feelings.

A resolute glint flashed in Eric's eyes. He had no time to consider Grindelwald's feelings, focusing only on the magic in his hands.

Suddenly, Eric swung his wand forcefully, and in an instant, the Slytherin locket on the table beside him floated in the air.

The power of the wand accurately hurled the floating fragment of soul into the locket.

Upon contact, the locket trembled slightly in the air, like the rhythm of a beating heart.

Soul fragments cannot exist independently once they are separated from the human body.

It might be okay in the short term, but prolonged exposure will only result in the soul dissipating on its own or seeking out other similar beings to merge with.

Eric had not forgotten the law that Nicolas Flamel had told him.

Under normal circumstances, soul power will only be transferred, not destroyed!

Therefore, he must find a place to put this extracted soul power as soon as possible.

At this moment, the most suitable vessel is Voldemort's Horcrux.

Eric just now performed "extraction," but now he needs to perform "fusion."

Under Eric's control, he stared at the extracted soul, watching it drift straight toward the locket floating in the air.

The locket, which had been lying quietly on the table, suddenly seemed to have gained sentience and began to violently resist.

The metal surface of the locket shimmered slightly, as if resisting Eric's control.

It vibrated violently, emitting a low hum, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Eric used magic to tightly bind the box, trying his best to keep it under his control.

The black mist around the locket twisted and turned, as if struggling to escape its restraints.

That dense darkness seemed to have its own consciousness; it was like a snake, desperately trying to squeeze itself out of the box.

For a moment, Eric, the Soul Fragment, and the Locket seemed to be locked in a stalemate.

None of these three are willing to associate with the other two.

However, at this moment, Eric forcibly linked the locket and the soul fragment together.

Eric has pushed his mental power to its limit.

Fine beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead. He didn't even dare to blink, staring intently at the locket in front of him.

After a period of struggle, the locket finally gave in.

It gradually calmed down, stopped struggling, and obediently accepted the absorption of that mass of black energy.

The metal surface of the box settled down again, and the shimmering patterns shone with an unusual brilliance.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

He watched the black mist inside the box gradually dissipate until it was completely absorbed by the locket.

The locket no longer seems as ordinary as it once did; it has become mysterious and powerful.

It seems to conceal some kind of power within it, with an unknown and powerful energy flowing within it.

Eric knew that the box had now become a mysterious entity.

It contains a portion of Voldemort's soul, as well as the soul of another unknown wizard extracted from Grindelwald's body.

This is the first time that someone has been able to merge two originally different souls together.

Eric slowly withdrew his wand and carefully placed the locket back in its original position.

"That's it... done?" Grindelwald's gaze was no longer calm.

After all, he had just witnessed Eric merge two mutually exclusive souls in front of him.

This result left him speechless.

He had come to Hogwarts with Dumbledore and Eric today prepared to die here.

He had great respect for this castle, a place he had never set foot in before.

He also believed that Hogwarts would be the place where he died.