Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 171 The Thorn in the Soul

Emotions determine effects, magic power determines power, and mental power determines hardness.

For the spell, the three almost determine everything that the spell can show.

Mantras, wand movements, and more are used to lift the levers of these three beings.

But now a thorn was planted in Voldemort's soul by spiritual power.

The magic pool contributed to the speed at which he deprived Riddle's soul. Last time he got more than a year of memory, but this time, it was close to ten years of memory.

If we say that this huge, incompletely fused soul just made Voldemort feel his soul swelled and dizzy.

Nadel's soaring mental power--moving objects in the air is the appearance--brought him that lingering thorn.

Even if he couldn't fully use this powerful mental power, just using the power it radiated had already made him aware of the improvement in the effect of the spell.

The same spell, under the same magic power and the same emotional control, is almost indistinguishable.

But if the radiated mental power attribute is added, this spell will become extremely hard.

Or call it "sharp" is not an exaggeration.

"No wonder he is called the most powerful dark wizard ever."

Voldemort couldn't help feeling that he had finally found the root of his predecessor's strength.

With such mental power, not only willpower and control will be added.

Every ordinary spell becomes extraordinary.

In addition, if I ordered "Dark Magic Specialization", my former self would be damned if he was not strong.

But this is also a trouble for me.

Integrate the soul, because in the process of plundering, there is a lot of magic power to help the baptism, the speed will be very fast, and there is no need to worry.

But if this powerful spiritual force wants to be completely integrated into one's soul, one needs to use one's will to hone it day and night.

"If it doesn't work, it will take longer."

He obviously couldn't accept this result, although theoretically it has been accelerated, but he just wanted to go faster.

Hiding behind and manipulating Lucius obviously won't be recognized by more pure blood.

Those hateful guys are no longer afraid of their own reputation.

They need to see themselves, not as they imagined, let alone seeing him in such a state of despair.

Rather, it is a real, tangible look.

"[Secret of Time], I'm going to try it."

Voldemort had a new idea, or rather, he picked up the previously rejected plan.

"I've been away from home for so long, Ginny, and it's the source of my pain."

Voldemort made a point of his own discomfort - which was visible to the naked eye - and asked Ginny to serve him, "Put me back in the Restricted Section, where I can be restored."

Ginny looked worriedly at Voldemort, then at the silver clouds in the sky, she was frightened by all this.

"Okay, I'll find a way, Jerry." Ginny said bravely.

"Thank you, Ginny." Voldemort rubbed her head, a brave child.

In the next period of time, in addition to fusing the soul, Voldemort devoted more energy to absorbing spiritual power.

With little success, he had to rush Ginny.

"That book doesn't seem to be there," Ginny said. "I searched most of the restricted areas and was arrested twice, but I couldn't find the book."

Voldemort frowned, he had to suspect that Dumbledore was still holding the book.

"Try again, Ginny, if it doesn't work, just put me back."

It is the best choice to find it. If he can't find it, he also needs a quiet place to fuse his soul.

Being with Ginny was such a waste of time, the little guy liked being around him.

"Don't worry, Jerry, as long as it's there, I'll find it." She said firmly.

In fact, Voldemort had given up on finding the book.

In his opinion, it is very likely that the book is still in the principal's office.

But three days later, Ginny brought back good news.

And that night, he put the diary containing his soul into the restricted area.

"I'll pick you up in a month, Jerry, come on."

Ginny cheered him on in a low voice, then hurriedly turned and left.

She has been running to the restricted area these days, and has been arrested several times, but she dare not stay longer.

And after Voldemort bid farewell to Ginny silently, he began to try to let his soul leave the diary and enter [Secret of Time].

This is not difficult, because [Secret of Time] itself is also a Horcrux.

And Voldemort, as a "Horcrux master", specializes in all kinds of Horcruxes.

"Boom."

As his soul broke into [Secret of Time], there was a soft sound between the two books.

Mrs. Pince, who came chasing after Ginny, glanced at him suspiciously, then looked away.

There are always strange noises in the restricted area, she has long been used to it.

And Voldemort, who entered [Secret of Time], has appeared in a dark and deep corridor.

"Elf Matthews."

Voldemort shouted in the tunnel, this is the author of this book, using a pseudonym.

Logically speaking, there will always be a Horcrux master in a Horcrux, that is, the cut soul.

But after Voldemort called several times, there was no answer.

"Is it because he tortured his soul so badly that he died, or is he no longer able to control this world?"

Voldemort guessed, and walked slowly into the depths of the corridor.

Not long after, he found many low doors on the walls of the left and right corridors.

"Squeak."

He pushed open a door and looked inside, and saw a familiar scene:
Alfred Matthews sat there while his friend cast a Restorative Charm on his broken ribs.

"Ruthless Matthews, this is not the room I want."

Voldemort murmured and closed the door, and walked further in.

After some searching, he locked on his target:

Broken Soul Repair.

"Risk of breaking, but worth trying."

Voldemort murmured, came to Matthews, and put his hand on his shoulder.

In an instant, his soul was sucked into Matthews' body - this is the rule of this book, it cannot be stopped, but obeyed.

"Come on, give my soul a shot."

Voldemort heard Matthews' voice and felt his broken soul tremble.

Then came the Restoration Curse, and the whole soul shook.

Voldemort, who knew more about this spell, could even imagine the vibration pattern of the ripples.

"what."

After the short yell, Voldemort shook his head vigorously—in fact, he shook his soul—he felt refreshed, as if his soul had become much lighter.

And that sharp thorn became much more docile in an instant.

"It worked surprisingly well."

Voldemort's soul withdrew from Matthews, felt his state and said, "If I can control the repairing spell, the result should be better."

He said so, but he didn't really try it himself.

The world of this book has its own unique rules, and if he tries it himself, accidents are likely to happen.

In matters of the soul, it is not too much to be cautious, and it is better not to try things indiscriminately.

"Again, I don't think I have reached the limit I can bear."

Too many souls are hit by the repair spell, of course there is a risk of shattering, but that requires a threshold.

Before that, he could arbitrarily accelerate the speed of soul fusion.

Sure enough, people should be cruel to themselves... Before entering Matthews' body, he thought so.

(End of this chapter)