Unlike the Shadow Realm, where looking across from either side revealed only a hazy silhouette.
The Mirror World was also isolated from the outside world, but the view was crystal clear in either direction.
Voldemort saw Tris handling the four objects inside the four boxes with perfect clarity. Contrary to what Tris believed, destroying a Horcrux did not cause its creator to feel anything unusual.
But Voldemort's talent and power were truly extraordinary. Somehow, he sensed something, and that was why he looked over. That one glance nearly scared his heart out of his chest.
Those were his Horcruxes-the Horcruxes he thought he had hidden so well!
Before his devastating defeat in Godric's Hollow, he had created five Horcruxes in total, and four of them were here now. Their presence was not what rattled him most. What really shook him was that there were four of the damned things!
Four!
If you'd brought five, I'd stop worrying about them and give up on the whole Horcrux business right here.
If you'd brought three, I'd just smile. No need to panic-you haven't found them all yet.
But they had brought four, damn it, and the last one was the Diary entrusted to Lucius, whom Voldemort had considered the least reliable of the lot ever since his resurrection. How the hell was he supposed to stay calm?
Inside the Mirror World, Dumbledore already had access to even more bizarre tricks that kept Voldemort scrambling. Now that the Horcruxes had thoroughly distracted him, everything went wrong at once.
Dumbledore seized that opening with precision. The surrounding space instantly shattered into countless mirror fragments, but they did not simply break apart. They became countless blades, piercing Voldemort's body from dozens of angles.
This time, it was no illusion.
Voldemort's ability to perceive magic was