Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 145 Communication Between Horcruxes

"From the moment I heard that the original body had failed, I had been designing this plan—to make us one again, to restore our souls to their wholeness, and to bring back the true, great Voldemort."

Ken sighed and said, "I was entrusted to the Lestrange family by my original self, and right after my original self failed, all the members of the Lestrange family were captured and imprisoned in Azkaban. I then bewitched Lestrange's house-elf, took control of his body, and gained the ability to move."

"For ten years, I lived alone in the Lestrange family mansion, poring over documents, experimenting with magic, and searching for a way to unify the soul. After who knows how long, I finally came up with a line of thought, a ridiculous one—the repentance effect."

"After a long period of experimentation and reviewing the Lestrange family's secret documents, I discovered an absurd phenomenon: if a Horcrux creator genuinely repents for their acts of killing, their soul will be reunited. But I certainly won't use that method—why should I repent? What's wrong with pursuing immortality?"

"However, since this phenomenon does exist, its very existence indicates that the soul can indeed be unified, and there must be some kind of truth hidden behind it. Fortunately, my identity as the last Horcrux allowed me to inherit almost all of my original body's research results on the soul, and with the information from the Lestrange family and the cooperation of that little elf, I finally found the correct way to fuse..."

Ken paused for a moment, then a torrent of theorems, formulas, and data poured forth from his words. The sheer volume and sophistication of his vocabulary exceeded even the limits of his Parsley accent, forcing him to occasionally switch to English to fully articulate his thoughts. Tom, standing outside, meticulously analyzed every word Ken uttered…

"His knowledge is far greater than mine, and there are many aspects I haven't grasped, but fortunately, my foundation isn't bad either. After all, I also have memories of researching souls and creating Horcruxes..."

Tom struggled to analyze Ken's logic and data. Fortunately, he still had considerable mental energy left; otherwise, he might not have been able to keep up with "Golden Cup's" train of thought. As the explanation and analysis progressed, his eyes gradually brightened…

"Perfectly reasonable!"

"All the knowledge I know about the soul is correct, and there are even more in-depth analyses. And the line of thought he proposed seems really feasible..."

The deeper Tom thought about it, the more astonished he became by the design of the golden cup: 'How did he come up with such a clever and ingenious idea? He's a genius…'

"No, the original entity was a genius to begin with. Its ability to devise such an ingenious plan precisely proves the original entity's capabilities… So, during my absence, the original entity's knowledge had developed to this extent? If the original entity could regain its rationality, it would surely possess such brilliant ideas!"

"It seems the Golden Cup was right; the original body does indeed need treatment... but why did he send it to Dumbledore?"

"Could it be that he intends to take over the original body?!"

"No, if that's the case, then he shouldn't have killed the basilisk in the first place..."

Tom Riddell was puzzled—he couldn't understand the motivation behind the Golden Cup.

If you say he wanted to help the original body, he packaged it up and gave it to Dumbledore, along with information about the Basilisk, intending to destroy it; but if you say he betrayed the original body, he spent a full ten years searching for a way to reunite the soul…

"Should we... just show up and ask them directly?"

A dangerous thought suddenly popped into his head, but he quickly dismissed it: 'No, no, it's too dangerous. The location of my vessel must not be revealed to anyone. Not even Lucius knows I'm being restrained by that damned guy…'

"But... what if we just communicate using our spiritual bodies?"

"Yes, use an invisibility cloak to protect the diary, and only communicate with him using your mental form..."

Once the thought took hold, it was unstoppable, driving Tom to once again control the student he had knocked unconscious. He hid the diary inside his clothes, then tightly wrapped his entire body in an invisibility cloak, hiding in a corner. He then slowly condensed his spiritual body and walked to the empty classroom. After several seconds of silence, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. His figure shifted between solid and ethereal, passing through the door and standing in front of Ken, who was holding a golden cup.

"oh."

Ken seemed startled when Tom suddenly appeared in the classroom, then gave a faint smile and raised his golden cup in salute: "You've finally arrived—you must have heard what I said earlier, right?"

"And judging by your age... you're the diary, right? I'm the golden cup."

The feeling of being connected by blood grew even stronger, which made Tom completely certain that the person in front of him was indeed his compatriot, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes: "I still have some questions I want to ask you."

"oh."

Ken smiled at him and gestured for him to sit opposite him: "You want to ask me why I sealed away my true form, right?"

"And why did you kill my basilisk?"

Tom said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on him coldly like a snake—if he sensed even the slightest trick, he would not hesitate to dissipate his form and then control his body to escape back to the lounge as quickly as possible!

"Sealing the main body is part of the plan."

Ken said calmly, seemingly oblivious to Tom's gaze, "The original body is currently preoccupied with his grand plan to divide his soul into seven pieces, completely unaware that something is wrong with his mind. In this situation, do you think he has any chance of abandoning the five completed Horcruxes to restore his soul to its wholeness?"

"……No."

After a moment of silence, Tom answered reluctantly with his head down, but then suddenly raised his head: "Then why give the original body to Dumbledore?!"

"As you can see, the body I'm currently controlling is only a third-year student—last year it was a second-year student, while my original body, no matter how weak it is, is still the powerful Voldemort. Strategies are rarely effective against absolute power, and I must use Dumbledore to ensure the successful sealing of my original body."

Ken sighed, then smiled smugly. "And after that, I also hinted at the Horcruxes to Dumbledore. With his knowledge, he should be able to guess the answer quickly. That means that until he's certain he's destroyed all the Horcruxes, my main body won't be in any danger. And my current identity has earned his absolute trust—is it difficult to temporarily borrow my main body from Dumbledore under the guise of research or some other pretext?"

"..."

Tom didn't say anything.

"Killing the basilisk was to prepare an alternative way to achieve immortality. After all, unifying the soul means losing the protection of the Horcrux, which greatly increases the possibility of death."

Ken continued, "This is a method I learned from the Lestrange family. As long as the body is reconstructed during resurrection while the basilisk's flesh and blood are added, it can inherit its thousand-year lifespan and immense vitality—besides, the ritual requires the father's bones and the enemy's blood, but those are easy to obtain..."

"I certainly couldn't kill the Basilisk with my current strength, so I told Dumbledore about the rooster's weakness, hoping the Basilisk would die in the Chamber of Secrets and I could retrieve its body when I was resurrected... But even the password to the Chamber of Secrets was changed. You did that, didn't you?"

"..."

"I don't intend to press you about your reasons for doing this. But at least for now, you should be able to give me some trust. I've placed my true form before you, but I have no idea where you are."

Ken smiled, raised the golden cup in his hand to him again, and then lowered his voice: "I need your help."

(End of this chapter)