I'm Too Tired Right Now. I Didn't Hear Anything

The Black Mist condensed and churned in mid-air, vaguely revealing Voldemort's face.

Dumbledore waved his wand at Lockhart, and a rope appeared out of thin air, pulling Lockhart to his side.

"Dumbledore! So that's it!" Voldemort's voice came from the Black Mist. "Is this why you've become weaker?"

"To gather a spell to banish me! Is it worth it? You're still so easily swayed! How foolish!"

Dumbledore straightened his back. "Don't you understand? How important a living being is..."

His body trembled slightly, his voice filled with a sigh, as if he were pitying Voldemort, "Even if you were defeated again because of this precious life, you still..."

"I don't understand now! But you will soon!" Voldemort rudely interrupted Dumbledore. "You're going to lose your life because of this so-called vibrant life!"

Before the words had even finished, the Black Mist continued to surge and rushed towards Dumbledore's direction.

Upon hearing these words, Dumbledore made no move in the face of the approaching Black Mist.

He looked at the Black Mist with a smile, as if he had no intention of putting up any resistance and was prepared to calmly face whatever was about to happen.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Wizet raised his wand, Obscurus- like Corporeal Patronus flew out, forming a barrier that stood firmly in front of Dumbledore.

The light emanating from the Patronus, upon contact with the Black Mist, produced an effect similar to melting ice and snow, making it difficult for Voldemort to advance.

This is the most well-known use of the Patronus Charm, which is extremely effective against various forms of Dark Magic that interfere with a person's mind and soul. Voldemort at this moment clearly fits this description.

Voldemort's voice was filled with rage, "Wizet!"

"I'm here!" Wizet replied, looking at Voldemort who had returned to mid-air. "I've heard it said that people killed by the Killing Curse don't leave behind a soul and therefore don't become Ghost."

"You dare to use the Unforgivable Curses on me in front of Dumbledore..." Voldemort quickly returned to mid-air, as if he had heard the funniest thing, "?!"

Without pausing, Wizet continued, "So I'm curious... what would happen if someone like you were struck by the Killing Curse..."

From behind the light emanating from the Patronus, Dumbledore's weary voice came, "I'm too tired right now, I didn't hear anything..."

Voldemort's tone turned doubtful and uncertain, "You can't! You simply can't..."

"Really? At least I know the spell... I know what to do..." Wizet countered, "And you? Do you know why you should do it?"

"Wizet, you're very good!" Voldemort didn't answer the question and flew towards the darkness above.

"Avada Kedavra!" Wizet's chant was extremely clear.

The green light illuminated the entire Chamber of Secrets, but it failed to diminish the radiance emanating from the Patronus Charm.

A thick beam of green plasma shot out, soaring high into the air and striking Voldemort with remarkable precision as he fled.

The Black Mist that Voldemort had transformed into became strange; the first half of the Black Mist Black Mist into the darkness, while the second half began to spin chaotically, as if it were being pulled and twisted by something.

Wizet immediately used his Magic Eye, and a dark opening appeared in mid-air, filled with endless suction, trying to pull the Black Mist that Voldemort had transformed into into it.

"Wizet! Dumbledore!" With Voldemort's roar, he finally escaped completely into the darkness, and the dark opening disappeared.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore asked.

"Something like a vortex...like it absorbs souls," Wizet tried to describe. "He was being absorbed by the vortex, but he never succeeded..."

"If that vortex is death..." Dumbledore guessed, "Perhaps that's the function of the Horcrux, preventing him from being absorbed by death."

"I thought that would be the result." Wizet nodded, picking up his wand and examining it. "But it's too easy...it seems like it only requires a thought..."

"Yes! That spell is too simple, and too easy to cast..." Dumbledore said slowly, "You should understand what I mean."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I understand what you mean." Wizet. "The beauty of magic lies in creation, not destruction."

"Yes! Destruction is far too easy; there are too many ways to do it!" Dumbledore exhaled. "But creation... is an extremely difficult thing!"

Wizet nodded, raised the Soul Guiding Box and gently squeezed it. A cloud of Black Mist emerged from it and condensed into the shape of Voldemort.

He picked up his wand and plunged it into the Black Mist, closing his eyes to sense it.

Taking advantage of this moment, Dumbledore pulled Harry to his side and waved his wand around, shouting, "Reparo!"

The rubble and dust rose up, accompanied by a rumbling sound, before returning to their original place.

However, the Chamber of Secrets could not be restored to its original state; the stones that had been destroyed by magic could not be repaired by the Mending Charm.

"A little regrettable..." Dumbledore murmured, pointing his wand at the door of the Chamber of Secrets and summoning stones from outside to repair the damaged parts.

After a while, Wizet slowly opened his eyes. "Headmaster Dumbledore... this is a Soul Fragment."

"Voldemort has a profound understanding of the soul! This Soul Fragment is divided into two parts, one part belongs to Voldemort, and the other part belongs to Tom Riddle."

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "That's precisely why he was able to complete the replacement of the Soul Fragment. It's truly... a very ingenious idea!"

"He has always been very talented... what a pity..." Dumbledore shook his head, "But it is also because he is the 'master' that he can do such a thing to the 'servant'."

"That's right!" Wizet's expression turned serious. "Since these are two fragments, it means he intends to create at least one more Horcrux!"

"We can even be a bit bolder... let's assume this scenario... Voldemort probably already possesses more than just this one Horcrux!"

"Indeed!" Dumbledore agreed. "His ability to replace Soul Fragment at least indicates that he had prepared a Soul Fragment beforehand."

"This is insane!" he sighed deeply. "To create multiple Horcrux, if it were actually possible, would be a truly remarkable feat..."

Dumbledore continued, "What else can you sense from this?"

"The Horcrux that Tom Riddle inhabits..." Wizet said, "He hid that Horcrux ... in the Forbidden Forest ... and in a lake, so it's not easy to find."

"That's exactly what Tom Riddle was thinking." Dumbledore smiled slightly. "It's a pity he still fell... I didn't expect Voldemort to have such a backup plan."