The Tedious Night

Late at night.

Deep within the boundless sea lay countless nameless islands. These islands were usually left unattended; they were barren enough, situated in the middle of the ocean with no convenient means of access, and held no value for development. No one ever came here.

But today, this place was somewhat unusual.

This was a tiny archipelago consisting of thirteen islands of varying sizes. At the highest point of every island stood a circular emblem: a badger curled head to tail, cradling a gemstone in its arms.

A gemstone that symbolized hope.

This was a secret site built at enormous expense by the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society. No ordinary people appeared here. Only wizards and candidates preparing to become wizards could come to this place.

Yet even the guards stationed here had no idea what secrets were hidden within. They merely guessed that some extraordinary weapon was concealed here.

Here, Jon's reputation was not much better than Voldemort's. Voldemort was known outside as the Dark Lord, while Jon was also referred to by a special name.

[Petrel]

No one knew who had given Jon that name, but everyone quickly accepted it. After all, on an island that resembled a military stronghold, identity was an extremely important matter.

No one wanted to expose their identity.

And tonight, Jon and Stephen's important experiment would be carried out here.

They were going to transfer a soul.

"According to calculations by scientists in the known Muggle world, a soul weighs twenty-one grams. So, we currently have nine grams of Voldemort's soul in our hands. The next priority is to transfer Voldemort's soul somewhere else. Originally, Ancestor Helga was supposed to do this, but for certain special reasons, she had something to deal with at the last minute, so I can only handle the