The Shocking Tom Riddle

The locket stopped trembling, and the pair of eyes on it vanished as well. Wisps of pale smoke rose from the lining inside the locket.

The fang had not done much damage to the locket. It had only destroyed the inner lid that had held the eyes, leaving it covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Dumbledore put down the Snake Fang and took off the Dragonhide Gloves, then placed the locket in his hand and weighed it again and again. He picked up his Wand and swept it back and forth several times, carrying out a careful inspection.

"The Soul Fragment inside has disappeared..." He handed the locket to Vizet. "It really was a locket meant for protection. Though it has a few flaws now, it should still be usable."

Vizet took the locket and made a hissing sound. "Close!"

Just as Dumbledore had said, with a crisp click, the locket closed its lid with perfect ease. Its surface was still tightly sealed, without the slightest visible damage.

Dumbledore refused the locket when it was handed back. "You should keep this item!"

He waved his Wand and opened another cabinet, took out the Pensieve from inside, and placed it in the very center of the desk.

"Let us take a look at what other clues Hao Qi's memories have left us."

Vizet nodded. He planned to return the locket to its rightful owner, Salazar Slytherin, once everything related to it was finished.

He put the locket into his pocket, took out the bottle containing Hao Qi's Memory Thread, and dropped the Memory Thread into the Pensieve.

Ripples spread across the originally still Pensieve. Vizet sank into it and immediately felt the familiar sense of weightlessness.

He moved through countless silver substances, falling, until he landed steadily in a room once more