The Most Special Horcrux

Kyle held a quill pen and stared at the diary for a long time, but didn't open it.

He hesitated...

The diary was Voldemort's first Horcrux, and in some ways, his most unique Horcrux.

Because of all of Voldemort's Horcrux, only the soul in the diary can be resurrected without being separated from the body.

Under certain conditions, the soul fragments attached to the diary can even directly absorb the life force of others and conjure a body out of thin air.

This incredible method of resurrection is something even Voldemort of Albania couldn't have accomplished.

Otherwise, he would have drained Quirrell dry last year; there would have been no need for him to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

If we consider the soul as a pancake, then perhaps the soul in the diary is the largest piece, far exceeding Voldemort's physical form.

Since it's the first cut, I'm not very skilled, so the cuts will naturally be larger, and it might even be cut in half.

This also explains why Riddle possesses such complete memories and the ability to converse with people... In short, apart from not being able to use spells, this diary is no different from Riddle's student days.

This completeness... is perhaps the correct way to understand Horcrux.

Kyle suddenly became curious: if Riddle could be successfully resurrected, what kind of relationship would he have with Voldemort?

Cooperation? Or a fight to the death?

Kyle felt the latter was more likely. Of course, it was also possible that they would cooperate first, and then decide on the ownership of the name "Voldemort" after dealing with Dumbledore and Harry.

But no matter what, the two of them can't possibly coexist forever.

After all, someone as proud as Voldemort would certainly not allow a second version of himself to exist... even if they both possessed the same soul.

When Kyle came to his senses, he realized that he had been sitting in front of his diary for over an hour.

He shook his head, dismissing the strange thoughts from his mind, and put down his quill.

Tom Riddle was undoubtedly an outstanding student during his school years. He was intelligent, skilled at winning people over and disguising himself, and possessed a strong ability to read people and keen insight.

Kyle remembered Dumbledore saying that he was one of the smartest students he had ever met.

Before this, the phrase belonged to Tom Riddle... and at that time, there was no final "one of".

Facing an opponent like this, Kyle needs to be cautious to ensure he doesn't reveal any weaknesses.

He needed to at least create a facade that would lower Riddle's guard.

Kyle took out the box that Nicolas Flamel had given him and put the diary inside. Then he rummaged through a box under the bed and pulled out a thick parchment book.

The outermost page of the booklet has a line of cursive text written in ink.

The Mysteries of Fear

He had just copied this from the Restricted Section before his vacation, and hadn't had a chance to look at it carefully.

The above mostly describes research on Dark Magic, but there are also some more practical aspects.

It mentions the advanced application of Occlumency... actively opening up the brain and hiding only key thoughts and memories.

Snape likely used this method when he infiltrated the Death Eaters.

If he had an empty head, Voldemort would probably have discovered him long ago.

Kyle could even picture the scene...

"Hey, you little brat, you're hiding your thoughts from me. Something's wrong. Drag him out and give him Avada Kedavra!"

Hmm... that's about it.

Of course, Kyle can't reach Snape's level of proficiency in a short time... it requires a lot of practice.

But if you're just using it superficially to make your mind look less empty, it's much simpler.

Three days later.

"Ron, has Kyle gone out again?"

At the Burrow's dining table, Harry cut a slice of bread and asked, "It seems like I haven't seen him since I came back from Diagon Alley."

"I don't know either." Ron shook his head. He'd been a bit obsessed with Harry's Nimbus 2000 lately, and spent all his free time playing Quidditch, so he hadn't really paid attention to this.

"However, Fred and George should know..."

"What?"

Fred, who had just come downstairs, heard Ron calling his name and couldn't help but ask, "What were you talking about?"

"Oh, I was asking about Kyle ..." Harry said, "I haven't seen him lately, has he gone out again?"

Fred came to the table and began spreading marmalade on slices of bread. "Why are you suddenly asking this? Do you need to see him?"

"It's Hermione," Harry said. "She really liked the automatic inkjet quill that Kyle gave Ron, so she asked me to ask if it was for sale."

"Sell! Of course we'll sell!"

George sat down next to Harry, took a brand-new quill from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"I must say you have excellent taste. Although this is one of our early products, it's quite popular. And the price is reasonable, only one Sickle."

"Early works?"

Harry looked at the quill in his hand with a puzzled expression... Didn't Kyle say that he made it at Nicolas Flamel's?

Did he remember it wrong?

However, this quill looks almost identical to Ron's... they're both just ordinary quill pens.

"You can give it a try," Fred said with a smile. "This one's free."

"Oh well."

Harry rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

It was a notice sent out before the holiday, about students not being allowed to use magic off-campus. He didn't even look at it at the time, just stuffed it into his pocket. Now it just happens to come in handy.

Harry flattened the paper and picked up the quill pen under the expectant gazes of Fred and George.

"Puff!"

The moment the pen tip touched the paper, a large glob of ink spurted from the end of the quill pen, spraying directly into his face.

Harry was stunned, staring blankly at the quill, his entire face stained with ink.

Fred and George were laughing heartily, clutching their stomachs, but a second later, Mrs. Weasley's angry voice came from behind them.

"Harry is a guest, how dare you... and didn't I say you weren't allowed to do this kind of thing in the house!"

Fred and George turned their heads with difficulty.

Mrs. Weasley stood behind them, holding a spatula as if it were a sword.

Moreover, this sword could fall on their heads at any moment.

"Mom, I can explain," Fred said hastily. "It was Harry who wanted it!"

George nodded. "That's right, Harry wanted to buy one for his friend, so we took it out for him to try out. Ron can testify to that!"

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