[Comprehensive] Ah Jing, let's jump ship

There was a drizzle of drizzle in the air, Ah Jing didn't hold an umbrella, it wasn't that she didn't want to, it was just that she chose not to hold a black umbrella and being dishonest. What about that big black umbrella!

Although she is not superstitious, she doesn't like a dark cloud above her head either.

"Your Highness, why did you stop?" Ah Jing tugged at His Highness's sleeve. To be honest, she really wanted to see His Highness wear a suit. Although she didn't quite understand Western aesthetics, (*/w╲*) The suit is still good, with broad shoulders and a thin waist like His Highness... I can't think about it anymore.

It's just a pity that His Highness cast a hiding spell on himself, even if he was wearing a wide-sleeved gown and walking on the streets of a foreign country, it didn't cause any sensation.

But Changqin didn't speak, she pointed her finger forward, Ah Jing looked in the direction of His Highness's finger knowingly, a thin boy with disheveled hair was walking hard on the road with a big basket of things, with a smug look on his face. A pair of big glasses almost covered the whole face, and the body was covered with loose clothes, no matter how you looked, it looked like a street child, if Ah Jing hadn't caught a glimpse of the logo on his inner clothes.

For a woman who loves shopping and likes to secretly buy clothes for her highness, it is not difficult to memorize the logos of famous brands from all over the world. Ah Jing calls it a woman's nature.

"He has my soul wave in him." Only very small.

Changqin was a little irritable, and no one would be happy that her soul fragments were cut up and hidden. Human beings are really selfish and cruel creatures, who can attack their own souls just for longevity.If this person known as Voldemort hadn't split his soul fragments, he might have asked his little assistant to make a deal with him about "longevity", but since this person can do such a thing, don't blame his subordinates Ruthless.

"Then I..."

The Changqin player raised his voice: "No need, first collect the others."

So for the next long time, Ah Jing and His Highness brought the "Voldemort's remnant soul" that was about to be annihilated into a niche world that called itself "the wizarding world".

Wizards are, after all, human beings.But they don't think so. They divide human beings into wizards and Muggles, and wizards into pure-bloods and mixed-bloods. The distinction is very clear.Although wizards have innate magical powers, they don't know how to practice and don't know how to keep pace with the times. Ah Jing feels that they deserve to be made like this by a little Voldemort. Even their No. [-] pawn shop knows how to keep pace with the times. It's also a little drunk for many people to choose to be complacent.

Moreover, she wears a wide black robe every day, and even uses a "stick" when using magic. After witnessing a wizard casting a spell, Ah Jing immediately loses interest in this group of wizards.

For a Yan dog, making such a choice is a matter of course.

This is London, England, and the wizarding world is extremely xenophobic. Jing and Changqin can only hide their bodies and follow the fluctuations of the soul fragments to find Voldemort's split souls one by one, because they are sealed in containers one by one, and they still sacrifice their lives. Therefore, his soul fragments are more or less stained with some karmic resentment, which is unbearable for Changqin.Although he can take back the soul fragments in the palm of his hand, but it is contaminated with karma...

Looking for a secluded place, Changqin asked Ah Jing to take out a bunch of "waste" including a snake and put them in the formation on the ground, and took out the remnant soul of Voldemort from the gourd and put it in the air , Then Ah Jing watched helplessly as His Highness took out the remnants of the notebooks, rings and other things on the ground, and injected them into Voldemort's remnants one by one.

As the only bystander, Ah Jing's feeling is very subtle.

Of course, His Highness is the most handsome at all times, but... She looked up at Voldemort, whose soul was getting more and more solid. She was a little confused about what His Highness was doing. He wanted to put together all of Voldemort's souls and take them back all at once. Remnant soul or... retaliation?

After all, the pain of splitting the soul and merging the soul is very sour, just look at Voldemort's expression in midair.

As for why she feels subtle→_→Is it not enough to watch a bald, shriveled, ugly soul become plump and plump?How much he has to think about it to play splitting by himself, he can play without fine points, okay!

She can only say - Westerners are so good at playing!

It's far away, talking about restoring the original Voldemort, but even if the last part is taken from the little boy and injected into the remnant soul to make the remnant soul complete, she is completely helpless!

No. [-] pawn shop iron law, customers can only be living human beings, and the business of the soul of the dead has not yet been opened. After all, there is nothing good to pawn except the soul after death, so it is quite difficult to expand business.Voldemort obviously didn't even have a body, so he couldn't die any more. Could it be possible to resurrect him?

Ah Jing thought about it, and soon she saw that His Highness took away the spell, and the pile of "trash" disappeared due to the powerful spiritual power, but the little snake seemed to be blessed by something, and it was still dying Lying on the ground, the yellow vertical pupils stared at Voldemort who was still struggling in mid-air.

It’s a bit inappropriate to say that it’s a struggle, but in fact →_→ it’s more like several personalities are fighting for the position of the main personality, it seems that because the soul has been split for too long, every fragmented soul thinks that it is the main soul, this kind of The way of splitting is more like splitting by time memory. Even those who study the soul as deep as Changqin are shocked by this scene.

He has spent many lives with a half-soul body, and it has been hundreds of thousands of years. His soul and four souls were unable to give birth to wisdom because they became souls cast by fierce swords. With such achievements, it turns out that human beings are a race with unlimited potential.

Voldemort, oh, he should probably be called Tom Riddle by now, although several personalities competed for each other, but the strength of each soul fragment was different, and the winner was quickly decided.

In mid-air, Tom Riddle slowly opened his eyes. He didn't have the madness in the Albanian virgin forest. If Ah Jing judged it, he seemed to have a bit... The elegance of a modest gentleman, of course, is only on the surface.

"Muggle?"

Seemingly looking down on the two of them like a god in the West, Ah Jing’s face immediately changed slightly when he heard these two words. Thanks to the blessing of “Soul Search”, now Changqin can understand his language without Ah Jing’s translation. , using "Muggle" to describe him and his little assistant, he will let this remnant soul pay the due price, after he fully utilizes the value.

Of course listening and speaking are the same thing, the conversation is still left to Ah Jing, and Chang Qin stands beside her as a wallflower.

On the contrary, the little snake lying on the ground heard a familiar voice and uttered a "sizzling—" sound. Even people who don't understand snake language can feel its excitement and joy. Unfortunately, Tom in the air didn't pay attention to him.