After all, a magic artifact with a consciousness of its own was far more advanced than one without.
Murder and arson bring riches-the ancients really didn't lie! Gerald couldn't help marveling inwardly.
And tonight, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes had been utterly destroyed.
Who knew what expression Voldemort would wear when he encountered this soul fragment in the future?
Gerald looked at the motionless soul fragment and its blank expression.
"From today onward, your name is Zhang Tie."
"Yes, master."
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Gerald took out the Purple-Gold Disc that had previously housed Paracelsus's soul and ordered Voldemort's soul to enter it.
Voldemort's soul fragment offered no resistance, obediently turning into a wisp of black smoke and slipping into the disc.
As for Ravenclaw's Diadem, Gerald had another use for it.
Legend had it that wearing Ravenclaw's Diadem granted extraordinary wisdom, and he wanted to see whether that was true.
With Voldemort's soul fragment inside it before, he hadn't dared try it lightly, but now that concern no longer existed.
Gerald drew his wand and cast Scourgify on the diadem. The dust and grime accumulated over who knew how many years quickly peeled away in the magical light, and moments later, the diadem looked as good as new.
Its intricately woven silver-wire base and the large sapphire set in its center were particularly dazzling.
Gerald picked up the diadem and placed it on his head.
The instant the diadem settled against his forehead, an exceptionally gentle power flowed out of the sapphire and slowly seeped into his sea of consciousness through his temples.
He could clearly feel his soul slowly strengthening under the nourishment of this power, and the range of his Divine Sense had also increased somewhat.
When he removed the diadem, that enhancement vanished as