Chapter 258: The Most Special Horcrux
Chapter 258: The Most Special Horcrux
Kyle stared at the diary for a long time, holding a quill in his hand, but hesitated to open it.
He was hesitating...
The diary is Voldemort's first Horcrux, and in a sense, it is also the most special Horcrux.
Among all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, only the soul within the diary can complete the resurrection without being attached to the body.
Under the right conditions, the soul fragments attached to the diary can even directly absorb the life force of others and condense a body out of thin air.
This incredible method of resurrection is something even the Albanian Voldemort cannot achieve.
Otherwise, he would have sucked Quirrell dry last year, and there would be no need to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
If the soul is seen as a piece of a baked cake, perhaps the soul that is divided into the diary is the largest piece, and far exceeds Voldemort's body.
After all, it is the first cut, and it is natural to be a little bigger, or even half of the cut.
This also explains why Riddle has such complete memories and the ability to converse with people... It can be said that except for the inability to use spells, this diary and the student-era Riddle have no difference.
This completeness... perhaps this is the correct way to open a Horcrux.
Kyle suddenly became curious, if Riddle could successfully resurrect, what kind of relationship would he have with Voldemort.
Cooperation? Or a fight to the death?
Kyle felt that the latter possibility would be greater, of course, it could also be cooperation first, and after solving Dumbledore and Harry, then decide on the ownership of the name "Voldemort."
But no matter what, the two of them would not be able to coexist forever.
After all, someone as proud as Voldemort would never allow a second self to exist... even if they have the same soul.
When Kyle came back to his senses, he realized that he had been sitting in front of the diary for more than an hour.
He shook his head, put away the strange thoughts in his mind, and at the same time, he put down the quill.
The student-era Tom Riddle was undoubtedly an excellent student, he was smart, good at winning people's hearts, self-disguise, and had an extremely strong ability to observe and a keen insight.
Kyle remembered that Dumbledore said he was one of the smartest students he had ever met.
Before this, this sentence belonged to Tom Riddle... and at that time, there was no "one of the smartest."
Facing such an exceptional student, Kyle had to be more cautious to ensure that he did not expose any flaws.
At least he had to give himself a chance to let Riddle relax his guard.
Kyle put the diary into a box under the bed and then took out a thick leather-bound book from the bottom of the box.
The book's cover was written in fancy calligraphy.
"The Secrets of Fear"
This was a book he had just copied from the Restricted Section before the holiday, and he hadn't had time to read it carefully.
Most of the content was about the research of Dark Magic, but there were also some more practical things.
It mentioned the advanced application of Mind Concealment Technique... voluntarily opening the mind, only to conceal critical memories and spells.
Snape should have used this method when he was a spy among the Death Eaters.
If he had been walking around with an empty mind, he would have been discovered by Voldemort long ago.
Kyle could even imagine the scene at that time...
"Hey, you're hiding your thoughts from me, aren't you? There's a problem, Avada Kedavra!"
"Hmm... I suppose that's about right."
Of course, to reach the level of proficiency as Snape, Kyle would undoubtedly require a significant amount of time to practice. It's not something he could achieve in a short period.
However, if he only wanted a basic understanding, making his mind appear less empty, it would be much simpler.
...
Three days later.
"Ron, has Kyle gone out again?"
At the Burrow's dining table, Harry sliced a piece of bread as he asked, "I haven't seen him since he returned from Diagon Alley, it seems."
Ron shook his head, "I'm not sure either." Recently, he had been a bit obsessed with Harry's Firebolt 2000, spending all his free time playing Quidditch. He hadn't paid much attention to Kyle.
"But Fred and George should know..."
"What?"
Fred, who had just come downstairs, heard Ron calling his name and asked, "What were you guys talking about?"
"Oh, I was asking about Kyle..." Harry said, "I haven't seen him in a while. Has he gone out again?"
Fred approached the table and began spreading orange jam on a slice of bread. "Why are you asking about this suddenly? Do you need him for something?"
"It's for Hermione," Harry explained. "She really likes the self-inking quill Kyle gave to Ron, and she asked me to inquire if it's for sale."
"Of course, we're selling it!"
George sat down next to Harry and took out a brand new quill from his pocket, offering it to him.
"I must say, you two have good taste. Although this is one of our early creations, it's quite popular. And the price is reasonable, just one Sickle."
"An early creation?"
Harry looked at the quill in his hand with confusion... Didn't Kyle say he made it at Niccolme's? Did he remember it wrong?
However, the quill looked no different from Ron's; they both resembled ordinary quills.
"You can try it out," Fred said with a smile. "This one's on the house."
"Then... okay."
Harry rummaged through his pockets for a while and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
It was the notice about students not being allowed to use magic off-campus that had been issued before the holiday. He hadn't even looked at it then and had just stuffed it into his pocket. Now, it came in handy.
Harry smoothed out the paper and held the quill, under Fred and George's expectant gazes.
"Pfft!"
As soon as the quill's tip touched the paper, a large blob of ink sprayed from the quill's tail, hitting Harry right in the face.
Harry was stunned, standing there holding the quill with a face now covered in ink.
Fred and George burst into laughter, holding their stomachs, but their merriment was short-lived as Mrs. Weasley's furious voice rang out from behind them.
"Harry is our guest, how dare you... And didn't I tell you not to pull these pranks at home!"
Fred and George turned around with difficulty.
Mrs. Weasley stood behind them, holding a ladle like a sword.
And that sword could very well land on their heads at any moment.
"Mom, I can explain," Fred hurriedly said. "Harry wanted to try it himself!"
George nodded, "That's right. Harry wanted to buy one for his friend, so we took it out for him to test. Ron can vouch for that!"
(End of Chapter)
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