Death Eaters

Ilvermorny Great Hall, side chamber.

Dinner was already over.

Several figures sat around the long table.

Before Snape lay a silver metal tray containing flesh and several Snake Scales. He frowned slightly. "Once separated from the Snake Tree, Crabbe's flesh will wither quickly."

"Mm..."

Hermione and Nancy knitted their brows, forcing themselves to observe the bloody chunks of flesh that had been removed.

Loren spooned at the ice cream giving off a chill, his expression relatively calm.

The first time he had seen that body, he had already examined it with the Soul Stone. There had been no emotional fluctuations whatsoever. The original soul had been completely devoured, leaving only an empty shell. It drew upon the vigorous life force of the Snake Tree to sustain itself, while the evil magic within gradually assimilated and transformed both the body and the Snake Tree.

Crabbe had not merely been made into a living Horcrux; he was also Voldemort's intended wand core. Once the assimilation and transformation were complete, Voldemort would be able to imitate Slytherin and create a brand-new Snakewood Wand.

He was not surprised by these test results. There was only one thing he could not understand: why did they have to display these chunks of flesh after dinner?

Loren sat quietly in his seat, lost in thought.

Thinking it over carefully, it actually made some sense. Displaying them after dinner would only make people sick, but displaying them before dinner would probably ruin everyone's appetite.

"Crabbe has no awareness. He does not respond to external stimuli, cannot move, and cannot eat. He is even more like a plant than the Snake Tree."

Snape calmly described what they currently understood, rational and cold. "If Crabbe and the Snake Tree are forcibly separated, both will be damaged. The Snake Tree can