The Soul Is the Foundation of Immortality

Watching Andy and Voldemort reach an agreement to join forces, Snape's eyes darkened slightly as he slowly retreated into a corner of the hall.

He did not know whether Dumbledore had any other tricks up his sleeve, but the situation had undoubtedly reached its worst point.

If Grindelwald, who had made a comeback, was added to the mix, the Wizarding World would be plunged into darkness for a long time.

Today's defeat was already certain!

As if he had thought of something, Snape's heavy mood suddenly lightened considerably.

Dumbledore still had Phoenix.

As long as Phoenix acted, they could leave this place.

Meanwhile, neither Andy nor Voldemort paid any attention to Snape.

He was just a minor lackey!

Once Dumbledore was dead, Snape would be at their mercy.

Compared to a mere Snape, the two of them had more important matters to attend to.

Andy wanted to know what it felt like to split one's soul.

Voldemort wanted to join forces with Andy.

Under such circumstances, the two quickly began discussing magic as though no one else were present.

It had to be said that Voldemort's mastery of the Dark Arts truly surpassed everyone in the Wizarding World.

This was not Voldemort boasting.

Dumbledore had admitted it himself.

After speaking with Voldemort for a while, even Andy had to admit it—no one could match Voldemort's attainments in the Dark Arts.

That brief exchange alone had benefited Andy greatly.

The soul was an incredibly mysterious field.

Up to now, Andy had only dabbled in the study of souls.

But one thing was undeniable.

The soul was the foundation of immortality!

Whether ghosts lingering in the world or souls that entered the Death Dimension, in a sense, they all existed eternally.

More than a decade ago, Voldemort had been struck by