A Visit

Voldemort was absolutely a madman with both ambition and courage in equal measure.

In his youth, in pursuit of immortality, he had not only murdered his closest relatives to create Horcruxes, but had also unprecedentedly made more than one.

There was a reason why Dark Magic such as Horcruxes, rumored to grant immortality, had nearly been lost to time.

First, the method of creation was extremely demanding. One had to murder someone to split one's own soul, and the killing had to be done with pure malice. In other words, after killing, there could not be the slightest regret; one had to kill for no reason other than to kill.

Even crows knew to repay those who raised them. How could anyone truly kill another person without caring? Yet Voldemort had done so before he even came of age, and those he killed had been his own closest relatives.

Second, creating a Horcrux required splitting one's own soul.

The soul was a mysterious and unfathomable thing. Even a great wizard of Dumbledore's caliber would not dare claim to understand it sufficiently.

How could an ordinary person dare take a blade to his own soul?

After all, the most evil of the Unforgivable Curses—the Killing Curse—destroyed the soul. Letting a piece of one's soul split off was not simply courting death?

Yet young Voldemort had merely found a copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art, learned the process of creating Horcruxes from it, and dared to begin the work alone, without anyone knowing or guiding him.

Later, he even accomplished something that Secrets of the Darkest Art had never recorded—creating more than one Horcrux.

He was a genius, and a madman.

Or rather, every extraordinarily gifted genius possessed courage beyond the reach of ordinary people.

They saw more, and their obsessions