"Idiot. The more Voldemort split his soul, the more idiotic he became. I vaguely remembered that Voldemort's first Horcrux, that diary, possessed not only memories but also thoughts. It managed to toy with the entirety of Hogwarts for a whole semester."
"And look at him now. I had already spelled it out so clearly, yet he still hadn't realized what I was talking about?"
"Your Horcruxes! You didn't seriously think the mental connection between your main body and Harry was some special ability, did you?" Having finally said everything he wanted to say, Kayson pulled a flask from his pocket and took a deep drink.
"It was a complete set," Voldemort finally realized.
"Clearly, this was indeed a trap—a trap I could not avoid," Voldemort said.
"I have to admit, you're still quite clever in that regard. So you're not leaving today!"
Grindelwald suddenly appeared behind Voldemort, followed by Dumbledore.
Watching the three of them gradually surround him, Voldemort slowly laughed. "My trip here wasn't entirely pointless, was it? At the very least, none of you will ever need this Elder Wand again!" As he spoke, he pointed his wand beneath his own chin. A flash of green light followed.
Voldemort went still and slowly fell to the ground.
"He abandoned his own life once again. How tragic." Dumbledore quietly picked up the Elder Wand from the floor.
"Harry... wake up... we need another duel." Dumbledore's voice slipped into Harry's ears from outside the manor without the slightest pause.
"Oh, that was truly magical," Harry thought faintly. Then he felt a burst of intense light shine through him from outside in.
He woke up.
"I should have wished you a good sleep, Harry. You did very well. Especially when your sword gradually pierced through Voldemort's kidney—I had never seen