Chapter 1197 The Fight Between Trapped Beasts (Part 2)

A few days ago, Succubus Island.

"Clean up the experimental bodies and organize the observation reports——"

Nico Flamel ordered calmly, not paying any attention to the pile of flesh and blood residue behind the double-sided mirror.

As the oldest and most powerful alchemist in the magic world today, he knows very well what is experimental material and what is a human being.

Over the years, he has never been crazy enough to deviate from his true intentions. The most important thing is that he will not be superior to others. The first test for him when he arrived at the Succubus Island was to determine the "special" nature of Tom Riddle's soul-split body. Whether those "humanoid creatures" summoned by "Summon" are considered human beings is something that other Major Arcana besides "Tower" and "Fool" want to determine.

Determining whether a "person" is a person seems to be a philosophical question, but when it involves the resurrection of the soul body, it is not too complicated.

According to the information from the Destiny Group, Tom Riddle has an immortal main soul, which carries most of his memories.

As for the divided soul bodies divided into various soul vessels, they do not form any consciousness-sharing network with the main soul, at least when either party is extremely weak.

At the same time, each "resurrected" soul body will not iterate new memories, new information that is quickly annihilated after resurrection.

Without the participation of the main soul, what was resurrected on the Succubus Island was not the real "Voldemort".

The alchemy studio only created an independent body for Tom's broken soul body, and even those soul bodies did not actually enter the body.

The "special summons" of the Horcrux will not directly destroy the Horcrux. After destroying the fragile physical consciousness that was "summoned", the Horcrux will re-enter to be activated.

It is obvious that even if these separated souls unanimously identify themselves as "Tom Riddle", they are actually artificially created alchemical products that can be mass-produced.

"The concentration of souls on the Hufflepuff Gold Cup has dropped by another two percent, Your Majesty the Magician."

A white-robed wizard tapped his wand on the table, summoning a translucent magic record board in mid-air.

"Judging from the current situation, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup can be used up to thirty-seven times. According to Ned Roland's soul decay conjecture, we estimate that unstable reactions will begin to occur after about twenty times. Maybe It is necessary to rely on stronger magic output, rituals, and consumption of materials to achieve the previously normal 'resurrection' effect."

"There are less than forty times left? Tom Riddle's Horcruxes are being consumed faster than we thought -"

Nico Flamel frowned slightly, his bony fingers tapping lightly on the magic light board in front of him, his eyebrows full of worry and reluctance.

Apart from the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, only two of Voldemort's Horcruxes scattered in the wizarding world have been found so far, namely Tom Riddle's diary and Marvolo Gaunt's ring. Although according to Elena, this year It is expected that two more Horcruxes will be obtained, but if this is the case, it will still be difficult to satisfy Nico Flamel's experimental ideas that have been accumulated for hundreds of years.

"Miss Fool said that if the main soul is used as the core material, then the immortality of the Horcrux can be used to continuously repeat experiments."

The middle-aged wizard standing not far from Nico Flamel said. He looked at Nico Flamel with some restraint and explained while handing over a thick stack of documents.

"The greatest use of a Horcrux is to perpetuate the complete demise of the 'individual' soul. According to our previous model calculations, the number of experiments that the main soul can carry should be restored over time -"

"Is it Tom Riddle's main soul... Well, this makes some sense, but it's impossible to find it now that it's hidden, right?"

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Nico Flamel's eyes, and he nodded. He roughly glanced at the document in his hand and understood.

Horcruxes retain their souls. Therefore, as long as Horcruxes still exist in this world, Tom Riddle's main soul will never be completely annihilated and disappear.

As for the power consumed in resurrection, for Nico Flamel and others, there is no need to even consider any problem that can be solved by charging the magic power of the wizards.

"Well, this world is really too big. If he deliberately hides, it will be really difficult to find his traces, but -"

The middle-aged wizard coughed slightly, took a small step forward, opened the thick pile of documents, pointed to one of the pages and explained carefully.

"We suspect that the tight magic barrier around the Succubus Island may have interfered with the experimental subjects transmitting information to the outside."

"At the same time, on the other hand, the too fast and dull way of handling experimental subjects may also be one of the factors that affects the experimental subjects' information interaction. If strong emotional stimulation can be carried out, more relevant content about the experimental subjects may be collected... …Our current progress has temporarily entered a stagnant stage, and most of the subsequent situations are not supported by practical data…”

There is really very little research information on Horcruxes in the magic world. There is almost a blank about how they operate behind the scenes and the connection between Horcruxes and the main soul.

Although the Succubus City's research on the nature and criticality of Horcruxes has filled some of the gaps in the past few months, it is still far from enough.

"Well, some stronger stimulation? The open environment of the outside world? I roughly understand-"

Nico Flamel pondered for a few seconds and repeated it softly and thoughtfully.

Obviously, as the leader of the Horcrux and alchemy human body projects, he had to come up with a convincing report.

As for the final presentation form of this report and how to achieve the goals listed in this plan, it is natural for those "devil kings" to consider and plan it.

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The Lestrange family mansion.

After several fierce magical confrontations, the situation gradually began to become clearer.

Perhaps Voldemort in his heyday was indeed a top wizard, a dangerous guy who could even threaten Dumbledore under certain circumstances and conditions.

However, this definitely does not include the current "Riddle-031" who has not even figured out his own "meaning of existence".

Not to mention that his current magic power and physical fitness data have long been displayed in front of Grindelwald and Dumbledore. The wand carrying the "Queen's Majesty" in his hand was doomed from the beginning to his defeat - —Considering the goals attached to this plan, rather than letting "Riddle-031" wait for death with bare hands, it would be better to give him some "false hope" first.

Even though Grindelwald deliberately suppressed his own magic power and kept using various spells to maintain the battle with "Riddle-031", the situation was still one-sided.

More importantly, since Grindelwald started to take action, the psychological pressure placed on "Riddle 031" by Dumbledore, who was watching from the side, was also increasing.

"It's no use. Let's take it easy, Tom."

Dumbledore stood quietly on the edge of the battlefield, waving his wand from time to time to block the aftermath flying towards him, while patiently persuading Voldemort.

"You should know very well that you are not even Mr. Gale's opponent now-"

"Shut up!"

Voldemort said viciously, bloodshot eyes filling his eyes.

He felt like a beast in a cage, being driven and tortured by cunning hunters.

"Don't be distracted, Voldemort - weren't you quite powerful in the past? Why are you so embarrassed and weak now..."

Not far away, the old wizard who he didn't know at all roared angrily, waving the wand in his hand non-stop, casting spells at him like crazy.

After a few minutes of "evenly matched" fierce confrontation, Voldemort roughly guessed the identity of the other party - most likely the elder of some unknown person who he had easily crushed to death in the past.

In his heyday, this kind of irrational, ordinary old guy wouldn't even be able to survive a round in his hands. But in this predicament, even a stun spell that looks ridiculously crooked, Voldemort also had to watch intently, because he didn't know if there would be fragments of other objects around him that would be ejected towards him.

The most disgusting thing is that the curse released by the old guy was obviously mixed with a lot of black magic such as "Heart-cutting", but Dumbledore remained indifferent.

Obviously, before today's battle, Dumbledore should have reached an agreement with the old guy, allowing him to take revenge on himself.

Damn it!

Damn it!

After he escapes and regains his strength, he must make that old guy's life worse than death!

Voldemort once again awkwardly dodged a Cruciatus Curse, and he noticed that Dumbledore's patience seemed to be beginning to wear thin.

Compared to a few minutes ago, the old wizard waved his wand to interfere more frequently, as if a large net was slowly tightening.

"Mr. Riddle, since the difficulty of the game may be too high, we have prepared an extra small gift for you."

Voldemort couldn't help but have a passage of words floating in his mind, the instructions given by that mysterious voice after he woke up.

If he carries out the other party's request, then in a critical moment, he can get a little unexpected help from the "sponsor".

Although Voldemort deeply hated the feeling of being manipulated like a puppet, it seemed that there was no other way.

In any case, as long as the other party intervenes, there will definitely be a flaw - no matter how strong the unknown promise is, it can at least attract Dumbledore's attention, and even if it is only a few dozen seconds, as long as When Dumbledore is entangled, he has the opportunity to escape from this place. As for the subsequent events, he can slowly lie dormant and take revenge one by one.

"Powerful... blast! The sky will collapse and the earth will shatter——"

Voldemort's eyes suddenly focused, and he swung his wand towards the ceiling, creating an indiscriminate magic explosion in the room.

The next second, taking advantage of the gap between Dumbledore and the unknown old wizard returning their wands to defend themselves, Voldemort quickly turned the wand and pointed it at his left arm with gritted teeth.

"The bones reappear——"

Along with the burning smell like a branding iron, the Dark Mark quickly spread on the inside of his bony arm.

In less than a few seconds, a red, burnt-smelling Dark Mark was imprinted.

This is his last hope for a comeback——

Comply with the request of the mysterious voice, brand yourself with the Dark Mark, and then... summon all Death Eaters.

In exchange, the mysterious black hand hidden behind the scenes will end the "game" they set up. As long as those guys dare to show up, with the wisdom of Albus Dumbledore, he will soon understand that there is A more dangerous group of guys are threatening the world.

"Keep your promise, damn devils—"

Voldemort roared viciously and pressed the thumb of his right hand towards the Dark Mark.

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Great!