Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 89 Have you forgotten something?

When Avada saw Voldemort's soul break apart, his heart sank.

He then realized what had happened—Voldemort had split his soul by killing Quirrell, escaping like a gecko shedding its tail!

This is unbelievable! How did he even come up with such an outrageous method?!

Moreover, this time he didn't just give away ordinary fragments; he sacrificed half of his soul!

After six splits, his main soul wasn't much bigger to begin with, and this time it was able to take away half of it all at once... How dare he?! The remaining tiny bit of soul is probably not much bigger than a normal soul fragment, right?!

Avada never dreamed that Voldemort could escape in such an outrageous and ruthless way—otherwise, he would have had Baron cast a dozen or so full-body binding charms on Quirrell's body!

"You've made me lose half my soul!!"

A roar filled with boundless hatred resounded above them, causing them to look up involuntarily—

A small cloud of gray mist quickly broke free from the crystal ball's pull and drifted into the air above the room. Within it, a hideous human face was faintly visible, glaring at Avada with eyes that seemed ready to devour him.

"Just you wait, Ken! It won't be that easy for you to become the next Dark Lord by stepping over my dead body!"

"I am immortal! One day, I will return, and then, you, and everything you cherish... none of you will escape!!"

After saying that, Voldemort immediately rushed out of the room without looking back, as if all obstacles were meaningless.

Avada watched helplessly as Voldemort's last remaining sliver of soul vanished through the wall, disappearing from sight and magical perception. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine, let him get away."

"However, it wasn't a complete waste of effort. At least he lost a full half of his soul. The last Horcrux can no longer be created, or rather, it has already been created... and his intelligence should drop to an unbearable level."

"I wonder if his strength will be greatly reduced after this incident... or even whether he can be resurrected at all."

"This is outrageous—the total volume of the soul fragments in all his Horcruxes exceeds the volume of his main soul!"

With a sigh, Avada walked forward, bent down, and picked up the black crystal ball containing half of Voldemort's soul. He then turned to look at Baron and Harry, who were still in a daze and hadn't yet figured out what had happened, and forced a smile.

"How should I put it... we've succeeded halfway."

"He ran away?"

Baron still didn't put away his wand, and asked with a frown.

They ran away.

Avada sighed, "At the last moment, he tore his own soul apart, leaving a part—about half—into the crystal ball, while the rest escaped, sacrificing an arm to survive..."

"As expected of the once-powerful Dark Lord, he was not so easy to deal with."

Baron also expressed his regret, but his brows quickly relaxed: "But at least, we've severely damaged him, right? Half of his soul... I don't know what that means, but it must have been quite serious for him, right?"

"I guess...?"

Avada was also unsure—Voldemort's soul was already shattered into pieces, yet it didn't seem to affect his actual combat power much. It was hard to say how much impact the loss of his soul would have this time…

"In conclusion, our efforts were not in vain."

Baron plopped down on the floor without any regard for his image, leaning against the wall. Heaven knows how nervous he was while simultaneously using Occlumency to deceive Voldemort!

"but……"

Harry, who had been lying on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet, looked puzzled: "What Voldemort just said—that Ken is a born dark wizard, wants to control everything, wants to be the Dark Lord and stuff… what does that mean?"

"Hey, don't worry about that."

Avada coughed awkwardly. "That was a disguise I made when I was infiltrating Voldemort's inner circle. I guess I acted too well, because he still thinks I'm like him. Damn it, can't he think of me in a better light... I'm a Hufflepuff, after all."

"You're lurking around Voldemort?!"

Harry exclaimed, "You've been a mole within Voldemort's inner circle all year?!"

"That's one way to understand it..."

Since things had come to a temporary end and Avada had nothing better to do, she explained her situation to Harry.

"My God, this is really..."

After hearing Avada's story, Harry couldn't help but admire him: "You are the most amazing wizard I have ever met."

"It's nothing special, I just did what I could... Besides, it wasn't even completely successful in the end."

Avada tossed the crystal ball in his hand: "Alright, now that it's over, we should probably head back... Harry, your two friends are probably still waiting for you, right? You'd better go back and let them know you're safe. I also need to take this crystal ball to Dumbledore so he can check it again to make sure nothing's been missed..."

It was only then that Harry and Baron realized just how special this seemingly ordinary crystal ball was—so they also gathered around, curiously examining the black crystal ball in Avada's hand.

"It's unbelievable that this thing contains half the soul of a Dark Lord..."

Baron cautiously touched the crystal ball and murmured in admiration. Harry, however, had just focused his attention on the crystal ball when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, causing his cheek to twitch a few times.

"God, my scar hurts... This scar must still be connected to Voldemort."

Harry said, rubbing the scar on his forehead in pain.

"Probably because Voldemort is still alive."

The mere mention of this made Avada's mood sink: "After all, he still ran away. So, like he just said, he'll come back someday..."

"Have you forgotten something, Ken?"

An old, gentle laugh suddenly broke the silence of Avada's lament—followed by a dazzling burst of light that appeared out of nowhere in the center of the room, from which emerged the smiling figure of Albus Dumbledore.

What shocked Avada and his companions the most was that he was actually holding a familiar cloud of gray mist in his hand!

"Could it be?!"

Avada was overjoyed, his heart pounding. He dashed to Dumbledore, and without even a greeting, stared intently at the gray mist—Voldemort!

"You caught him?!"

Avada felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat, and his blood was rushing through his body like a rollercoaster...

"Luckily, I caught him running away just as I rushed back."

Dumbledore looked extremely pleased and said with a smile, "And your actions, as well as that adventurer's notes, have been a great help to me—if you hadn't caused him to lose his soul and fall into unprecedented weakness, and if that adventurer hadn't provided detailed data on Voldemort, allowing me to develop several spells specifically targeting him in advance, I might not have been able to capture him."

"You succeeded?!"

Baron and Harry rushed over, their voices trembling with excitement as they looked at the familiar gray mist in Dumbledore's hand: "So, that means Voldemort has been completely captured by us?"

"Um."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "What I have in my hand, plus what's in the crystal ball, makes up the complete ghost of Voldemort; not a single part of it has escaped."

"So... Voldemort... he's finished?"

"That's right."

Dumbledore's voice trembled with excitement, even his beard shook slightly, but he managed to maintain his composure: "We can now proudly announce—Voldemort is no longer able to cause trouble."

(End of this chapter)