Teaching

After Jon said this, Nagini's face showed an expression of just as I expected.

"I knew you would say that, but it's no use to me anymore. Credence is already dead. He wanted me to live on, but what meaning is there in living alone?"

She grew a little agitated. "Rather than live like a walking corpse, I might as well die cleanly."

"That's not what I meant."

Jon rubbed his head. "Since I'm telling you this, you probably ought to know that Credence never died. When he died, my teacher preserved the flame of his soul.

"Although his soul flame was preserved back then to continue dealing with Dumbledore, it was preserved nonetheless. For all these years, Credence's soul flame has been burning in the Dark Forest. Not long ago, my teacher performed a resurrection ritual for him. He is now recuperating somewhere else."

Though there was something deceptive about those words, Nagini still abruptly raised her head, her eyes blazing with stubborn resolve.

"Really? Can I see him?"

"Seeing him... isn't impossible, but how would you get there?

"Though I can use Parseltongue to suppress that snake for you, you still have to show yourself often around Voldemort. He values you greatly."

"He doesn't value me at all. He only wants to turn this snake into his Horcrux. But using a living creature as a Horcrux is simply too dangerous. He hasn't found a foolproof method yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you now."

Though her words were self-mocking, even she had to admit that Jon was right.

It was precisely because the snake was so important that Voldemort would not allow it to stray too far from him.

Recently, the Ministry of Magic had gained something of an upper hand, and Voldemort was willing