The Return to Hogwarts

Ravenclaw's palm held a sun that seemed to be giving birth to a new life. The endless, brilliant holy light illuminated the entire gloomy island that was shaking. This vast power, even if it was only within a memory, caused Amosta's expression to change slightly.

The Dementors frozen in the distance trembled violently, their illusory bodies seemingly enduring endless pain. The Dementors directly bearing the power of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four great masters, wailed incessantly in his palm!

The mournful cries continued.

Seeing this, Gryffindor, who was standing next to Ravenclaw, reached out his rough hand and grasped Ravenclaw's fair and nimble hand.

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded in the void!

Two completely different soul powers, like a world-destroying millstone, attempted to grind away the Dementors in the most direct way. The mournful cry in his palm gradually became faint, until it was barely audible.

Gryffindor removed his palm, and Ravenclaw followed suit.

Amostella and Sirius immediately stepped forward, but when they saw the creature in Ravenclaw's palm, their expressions turned rather unpleasant.

That Dementor still exists.

Although it was almost transparent and tiny, resembling a swimming fish, the Dementor still hadn't disappeared!

"How could this be?"

Sirius cried out in a slightly hushed voice.

Indeed, in people's understanding, Dementors are indestructible creatures, but that depends on the person. The ones taking action now are the great Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and even with their combined strength, they can't eliminate an ordinary Dementor?!

Amosta's eyes gleamed strangely, and he found it unbelievable.

While they were still in shock, Gryffindor, having failed in their attack, tried again. The sword hummed, and a majestic lion with ruby-like eyes and a mane like flames leaped out of the void, roaring angrily at the 'little Dementor' in Ravenclaw's palm.

Sirius, like a little wizard, immediately cried out excitedly again, while Amosta, who had witnessed the Guardian Deity before, narrowed his eyes, anticipating what would happen next.

The two, being close friends, naturally had a tacit understanding. With a flick of his palm, Rowena sent the tormented little Dementor flying toward Godric's Patronus, where it was swallowed whole by the lion with its gaping, ferocious maw.

"There will definitely be no problem this time!"

Sirius shouted confidently.

This creature, like a guardian deity of living beings, emitted a fierce howl; a mysterious magic was brewing within its closed maw, but...

A moment of silence fell as Rowena stared at the tiny, transparent ghost, no bigger than a little finger, that had been spat out by Godric's guardian spirit and was now floating above the ground. His voice, once ethereal, now carried a heavy tone.

"Did you notice, Godric—"

"Undestroyable? No, the guardian spirit does possess the power to destroy it, but the point isn't the power of the soul, it's... the joy of these pathetic creatures—"

Rowena nodded, a hint of worry in her icy blue eyes.

It's not about strength, but about happiness.

Amosta's brow twitched slightly as he seemed to be deep in thought, but what he heard next made it impossible for him to remain calm!

"Helpo--"

Gryffindor's tone was slightly melancholy.

"This guy created Horcruxes, a trap of immortality, which bewitched so many wizards of his time. They were manipulated, constantly fragmenting their souls, ultimately becoming these empty shells of ghosts, existing between life and death."

Click!

A thunderclap exploded within Amosta's soul, causing his expression to change drastically.

What do you mean, Dementors? Are they... wizards? Are they those wizards who tried to achieve immortality using Horcruxes, but became empty shells because their souls were split too many times?!

Sirius Black also wore a look of surprise and uncertainty. Although he didn't know what Horcruxes were, he could at least tell that Gryffindor was referring to wizards who cut off their own souls, like Dementors.

In modern times, Voldemort is the only wizard Amosta knows who has repeatedly split his own soul, and it was this magic that caused Dumbledore so much trouble. Voldemort's most prized magic was probably his Horcruxes, but neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort likely imagined that splitting one's soul would ultimately lead to such a consequence!

A storm is brewing in Amosta's mind!

Isn't that perfectly reasonable? Horcruxes strip away the good parts of a person's soul, leaving only the evil in their nature. And if even the evil is stripped away, what will be left?

Dementors feed on the emotions of living beings; it's an instinct, an instinct to make up for their own deficiencies!

"sad--"

Ravenclaw's face was compassionate.

"These wizards have fallen into a trap. They must have once followed Helbo. They would have thought that Helbo was rewarding them with the Horcrux magic, but they were used. Helbo only needed their indestructible bodies after they became such creatures."

Utilizing the body shell?

Amosta, whose mind was in complete disarray, still remembered the sentence. He knew that the fact that Gryffindor or Ravenclaw had preserved this memory must contain important guidance, but he still couldn't decipher all the information.

“Pathetic creatures, but we must find a way to destroy them.”

"Gryffindor said firmly."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly.

"This is the most important step."

Sirius Black glanced at Amostella's pale face, then at Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, opening his mouth several times, but not knowing what to ask.

There were too many questions. But Sirius knew that he undoubtedly knew some extremely important secrets, and Amosta's insistence on coming here was most likely related to these secrets!

Chapter 433 Going deeper

2023-08-21

Dementors are wizards who split souls multiple times—so, what is the limit of this?

From Voldemort's perspective, Amosta currently possesses information about Ravenclaw's tiara, Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket, and that diary. Harry is an invisible Horcrux, a fact known only to Dumbledore and himself; even Voldemort likely didn't know he had accidentally created a Horcrux.

That makes five.

Based on Amosta's understanding of Horcruxes and the concept of the soul, Voldemort could not have created multiple Horcruxes. At a certain stage, missing souls would be enough to drive a person insane, and judging from Voldemort's behavior, he at least hadn't gone mad yet.

That said, when the splitting of the soul approaches a certain limit, does the wizard, as the main body, still have the ability to actively cut the soul?

The tremor in Amostella's eyes subsided somewhat as she focused intently on her thoughts.

I'm afraid that won't work—the spellcasting of Horcruxes is no easy feat. Amostall has personally witnessed the torment a wizard suffers after failing to achieve immortality through a Horcrux. If, as Gryffindor and Ravenclaw say, Dementors are wizards who have split their souls too many times, then that "too many times" is at least a dozen times!

If even a powerful wizard like Voldemort couldn't do that, then were there many wizards in history who were comparable to Voldemort?

The answer is no!

So, these poor wretches were probably controlled by the inventor of Horcruxes, the originator of all the conspiracies, the despicable Herpo, in some way, and forced to cut their souls!

The Blood Curse spell demonstrates Herpo's mastery of soul magic.

Many doubts were resolved after the two founders of Hogwarts revealed the truth about the Dementors, but at the same time, some new doubts arose.

Sirius felt like he was back in his innocent student days, the most clueless of everyone present. He blinked, hoping Amostella would say something, but Amostella, noticing his confusion, simply shook her head slightly.

"Keep watching—"

After confirming that the Dementors could not be directly destroyed by force, Gryffindor lifted its suppression of the outer Dementors.

The Dementors who were freed did not attempt to attack the two founders of Hogwarts again. They chirped and scrambled away from the place—which at least proved one thing: these monsters were afraid, even if the fear did not stem from subjective emotions but from instinct.

Gryffindor casually sheathed his sword and clapped his hands, not paying any attention to this, while Ravenclaw's icy blue eyes gleamed at the sight.

"We've finally confirmed some things!"

Gryffindor was an optimistic wizard, and even though he knew what kind of opponents they were facing, there was no trace of worry in his eyes.

Ravenclaw pursed her lips, gently touching the Crown of Wisdom atop her head. The shimmering crown immediately emitted a strange power, absorbing and sealing away the Dementor that had been severely ravaged.

"I'm going to take it back and discuss it with Helga and Salazar--"

"Ravenclaw said, then her gaze pointed to a spot on the other side of the island,"

“Let’s go there and take a look, Godric. I sense something.”

The figures of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor vanished from the spot.

That place!

Sirius Black was the one of the four who knew Azkaban best. Amostella was about to leap after him when Sirius, pale-faced, glanced at the small windows on the tower's outer wall and suddenly cried out.

"Remember what I told you? That stone pillar you're concerned about is in the ruins in that direction!"

"Let's go take a look—"

Amosta still only said this one sentence.

They were now in a vast ruin. Amosta, who had landed from the sky, scanned the entire ruin and immediately confirmed that the temple in the center of Avalon Island had been moved from this place.

In fact, when Amosta saw the towering tower on the island, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on—the architectural styles of the two were completely identical.

"When I was in Azkaban, this area was submerged by the sea, and the ruins could only be seen at special times each year when the tide receded."

Sirius glanced around a few times before speaking to Amosta.

Amosta nodded, his gaze falling on the tall, rough stone pillar.

It is of the same scale and form as the stone pillars that built Stonehenge.

"This is a seal--"

Ravenclaw stood beneath the tall stone pillar, his palms pressed against it, sensing it carefully for a moment before speaking calmly.

"I can sense that this stone pillar does not exist alone. Far away, there exists something with the same fundamental power as it—"