Silvan was troubled. Last night, after smacking his head, he made a bold decision—to build a new home that could shelter the poor Voldemort fragment from wind and rain.
In other words, he wanted to make this fragment of Voldemort into a wand core.
Silvan knew this decision might be risky. One careless mistake, and he would be serving as lunch for Dementors. But what if it worked...
Silvan had entertained this idea long ago, probably when he was seven. The first time he discovered that he could turn many impossible things into wand cores, he thought of Voldemort. Then, while basking in the sun with nothing better to do after a full meal, another question came to him.
Before his resurrection, did Voldemort count as a wizard or a magical creature?
Originally, it had merely been a question to pass the time. Silvan had never intended to find an answer.
But now, Silvan suddenly realized that he had a chance to test his hypothesis. He had obtained a fragment of Voldemort.
How could anyone possibly resist that?
And aside from his considerable skill and experience in making wand cores, Silvan had another advantage.
He was a Hogwarts student.
That was right. This identity, one almost every wizard had possessed, was now his greatest source of confidence and advantage.
If he messed up, he would immediately go confess to the headmaster. Dumbledore surely would not stand by and watch a first-year student like him get dragged off to Azkaban by Aurors.
It was somewhat shameless, but if it worked, that was enough. Even getting expelled would be better than becoming neighbors with Dementors.
Besides, if he succeeded, it would mean he had found another way to destroy Voldemort. That would be a contribution to the wizarding world.
So, after hesitating