Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 345 Completing Voldemort's Story

"Alright, we've said enough. It's time to start purifying these Horcruxes..."

After introducing the last Resurrection Stone ring, Avada patted the instrument and waved for Harry and Ron to step back: "Voldemort probably had some kind of collecting fetish, specifically choosing the relics of the founders of Hogwarts to turn into his Horcruxes, and going to great lengths to find an auspicious location and make extensive arrangements to store them... If it were me, I would just find any stone, do the work, and throw it into the sea..."

"Thank goodness you're not Voldemort."

Harry pursed his lips. "In that case, they really wouldn't be able to kill me... Speaking of Horcruxes, Voldemort didn't invent that technology, right? Does that mean other dark wizards created Horcruxes and achieved immortality before him?"

"And if a dark wizard really did what you did, making his Horcruxes very inconspicuous and then throwing them into the sea..."

"Perhaps."

Avada was quite pleased that Harry had been able to draw inferences from this and realize how deep the magical society was: "However, the process of making Horcruxes is extremely difficult, and it is not widespread. Most dark wizards probably don't even know that such a technology exists, or even if they do know it, they can't make it... But after all, Horcrux technology has a history of thousands of years, and it should have created quite a few dark wizards who can live forever..."

"Over a thousand years?!"

Harry and Ron turned pale.

"However, there is no need to worry about these issues; they will not have any impact on the magical society."

As Avada answered, he recalled the large black book that Professor Baker had given him.

When he first opened that book and learned about the knowledge within, he was far more shocked than Harry and Ron, who had only heard snippets of information... Of course, for most people, not knowing those things is actually a good thing.

Furthermore, if they were to gain admission to Norbitch University in the future, they would likely already know about these matters, so he wouldn't need to explain them in detail now. He also guessed that Norbitch University would probably be very happy to admit a star student who had defeated Voldemort...

"At least for now, we're about to completely defeat a dark wizard who has crafted Horcruxes—step back a bit and keep quiet. The next steps aren't difficult, but failure would mean the annihilation of years of our efforts."

Avada Kedavra drew his wand again, but instead of simply tapping the instrument a few times as before, he walked directly to the center of the instrument, the spot where Harry had received treatment, and pointed his wand at the Horcrux closest to him—the Slytherin locket that already contained three fragments of the soul…

As he uttered an almost incomprehensible incantation, the massive machine began to slowly operate, aligning all the Horcruxes in a straight line and continuing to run neatly at a much slower pace than before. Avada stood at one end of that line, while at the other end was the glass bottle embedded in the most intricate ring—Voldemort's main soul.

Suddenly, Avada Kedavra's wand emitted a white light that shone on Slytherin's locket, then through the locket to the golden cup, then the crown, then the diary and the Resurrection Stone, and finally into the glass bottle.

Bathed in that radiant light, wisps of gray mist began to emerge from Slytherin's locket with a hissing sound, gradually spreading along the path of light towards the next Horcrux, Hufflepuff's Cup...

This process lasted about five minutes before a change occurred—after the gray mist in the locket poured into the golden cup for a while, the cup, seemingly full, began to exude gray mist, which followed the path of light towards the Ravenclaw tiara. About ten minutes later, the tiara also began to emit gray mist, drifting towards the journal behind it…

As time passed, the initial mist within the locket seemed to have dried up, no longer able to seep through no matter how much light shone upon it. The ring it was on then automatically rotated, moving the locket aside and tilting itself slightly, allowing the light emitted by Avada Kedavra to directly illuminate the golden cup behind it. After an unknown amount of time, the golden cup also gradually stopped seeping mist, and was thus moved to the side by the ring. The tiara and the diary then underwent the same process… By the time Harry and Ron could feel their stomachs rumbling, only the Resurrection Stone and the glass bottle remained illuminated by the light.

Moreover, Harry and his friends were surprised to find that the gray mist in the glass bottle had become many times more solid than before, and what emerged from it was no longer that hideous, ugly face with a flat nose, but was gradually becoming the appearance of a normal person, and even some handsome features could be vaguely seen.

"Is that what Voldemort truly looked like?"

Harry didn't dare to make a sound and disturb Avada. He could only compare the face in his mind with the Tom Riddle that he had seen before, which was transformed from the diary. Sure enough, he found some similarities. Moreover, the face in the glass bottle was becoming more and more similar to the Riddle in Harry's memory—probably because the soul was gradually being completed.

……

Finally, the last wisp of gray mist in the Resurrection Stone was completely driven into the glass bottle made by Dumbledore, and Avada Kedavra, who was already sitting on the ground with his knees supporting his arm that was holding up his wand, finally let out a long breath, and then lay down in a starfish shape without caring about his image, not even bothering to put his wand away.

"……it's over?"

Harry looked at the machine, which had completely stopped working, and asked cautiously.

"it's over."

Avada replied weakly, "Now, if we just break that glass bottle, Voldemort is doomed—he has neither a body nor a Horcrux, and is only clinging to life by his main soul, which has been forcibly transformed into a Horcrux."

"So once its vessel is destroyed, its soul will immediately dissipate... but I don't plan to do that right now."

"Is it to publicly eliminate him?"

"That's right."

Avada gave Ron an approving look, then with his last bit of strength raised his wrist, letting the glass bottle containing Voldemort's complete soul float into his hand before stuffing it into his pocket: "His death will be a symbol—a symbol of the destruction of an old order and the emergence of a new one..."

"And naturally, the more people who know about this, the better."

(End of this chapter)