Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 342 Simplified Version of the Deathly Hallows

After a flash of red light, Harry promptly fell unconscious.

"Don't make a sound or move around."

Avada flicked her wand, then turned to Ron, who had just been startled, and said, "There might be some noise during the process, like a sudden, piercing scream, or something trying to crawl into Harry's body... Don't worry, those are all expected phenomena, and don't let them disrupt the magic's progress. If anything really goes wrong, I'll alert you so you can save Harry."

"I'm here to save Harry?"

Ron was taken aback: "And what about you?"

"I?"

Avada glanced at one of the Horcruxes beside him: "Of course I'm responsible for preventing Voldemort from leaking information—if there's any risk involved, it's this. But to be honest, I don't think anything bad will actually happen... that would be underestimating myself."

"In about an hour, Harry will leave the Room of Requirement with you unharmed—no, not unharmed, but reborn… Okay, be quiet from now on, I'm about to begin."

Avada's gaze gradually turned serious. He stopped looking at the still somewhat nervous Ron and began a final check of each Horcrux's condition, as well as Harry's current soul...

The golden cup, locket, diary, resurrection stone, crown... all the Horcruxes were intact, and the soul fragments inside were in stable condition.

"Voldemort's main spirit remains dormant, showing no signs of awakening, confirming it's not a disguise. The magic left by Dumbledore is functioning well and still has a capacity three times greater than its calculated limits, requiring no additional expansion or reinforcement..."

"The two souls and the Guardian Charm within Harry Potter are completely consistent with the previous simulation results; there has been no change. The previous data can be used directly in the initial stage, and I will then make real-time adjustments myself..."

Finally, there's myself...

Avada took a deep breath, his palms already sweating profusely—to be honest, he was probably the most nervous person in the room right now.

After all, what he was about to do was perhaps the first of its kind in the entire history of magic, and the target was a living person, who was also his friend. Even though he had calculated it countless times beforehand and had gone through almost completely realistic simulations, he still couldn't help feeling nervous when the moment came—somewhat like a medical student's mindset when performing surgery for the first time.

Moreover, there was no teacher present to keep things in order—even if Dumbledore came, it wouldn't make a difference. In the field of soul research, it seems that no one currently alive can guide him; he's the one who guides others…

"...Alright then."

He slowly exhaled and then closed his eyes.

The mental power that Norwich University was using to control Kru Impree returned entirely to his body.

If one's physical condition is normal, one can guarantee that within two hours there will be no sudden fainting or other conditions that seriously affect concentration, such as urinary urgency.

A "no sweating" curse is placed on the skin to ensure it doesn't affect vision or the stability of the wand.

Then... he carefully took out a small glass bottle, no bigger than a thumb, from his pocket. Inside was a liquid that looked like gold and was shimmering with a beautiful fluorescent light. Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

This bottle of Felix Felicis was personally concocted by Dumbledore. Long before he heard that Avada might possess a method for separating souls, he secretly began the long process of making Felix Felicis, intending to add a final layer of protection to Avada's plan. He didn't tell anyone during this time, only surprising Avada just before their departure—though Avada could understand, given that the Triwizard Tournament was underway, and one of the headmasters suddenly starting to concoct Felix Felicis would inevitably arouse suspicion and draw attention…

Both Dumbledore's explanation and Avada's own observations show that this expensive potion does not actually bring luck, but rather greatly enhances the user's all-around abilities, producing a magical feeling of "everything going smoothly"—perfect for Avada at this moment.

The instant he drank the Felix Felicis, he did indeed feel a strange power spreading through his mind and limbs, seemingly propelling him into a completely new realm he had never experienced before. At that moment, extreme arrogance and extreme calmness coexisted seamlessly in his mind, making him feel almost omnipotent…

"This 'Lucky Charm' should last for about three hours... Let's not delay, let's begin!"

Even his magical senses seemed sharper under the influence of Felix Felicis, allowing Avada to easily grasp details that previously required intense concentration. In this state, he activated the magical device beside him without hesitation, then steadily pointed his wand at Harry in the center of the device, remaining frozen in place like a statue, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering.

Like the previous machine, the ring outside this machine also began to slowly rotate the Horcruxes around Harry. Harry, who was sitting in the middle and was still unconscious, seemed to be unaffected and remained quietly slumped in the chair, looking very peaceful.

However, from Avada's perspective, a subtle and wondrous disturbance had begun to stir within his soul.

The Horcruxes swirling around him seemed to possess a kind of gravitational pull, subtly tugging at the Voldemort-related part of Harry's soul, yet having no effect on his soul itself or the protective charm. With each rotation of the Horcruxes, the fragment of Harry's soul moved further away from his body, constantly attempting to detach and return to its rightful place…

As he has always envisioned, the most fundamental principle of this instrument remains "repentance".

Having learned about the origin of the soul and almost fully comprehended the structure of the Elder Wand's "simulated love," the once unattainable "simulated confession" was no longer a difficult task for Avada. In fact, in his understanding, confession was a component of "love," the only emotion originating from the soul. Therefore, simple simulated confession was even simpler than the Elder Wand's simulated love, so simple that he easily implemented it on a device—those sets of rings.

The rings bearing the Horcruxes served far more than simply spinning them; each one could resonate with the fragments of the soul, much like the Elder Wand, forcibly simulating a state of "repentance," while simultaneously and precisely pulling at the Voldemort soul within Harry. Since that fragment of soul had coexisted with Harry for fourteen years, he hadn't dared to use overly forceful methods immediately, choosing instead to gradually shake it away, bit by bit, until it completely detached without any other impact…

In other words, this device is essentially a simplified version of the Deathly Hallows.

(End of this chapter)