The body is the strongest shield for the soul.
Whether dead or alive, as long as the body exists, the Enslavement Mark cannot take effect.
Once the physical body is completely destroyed, the soul will also dissipate, and the mark will be useless.
That was quite embarrassing.
Therefore, Morris always considered this magic to be of little use.
Even today.
Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, is in a very unusual state.
His soul had no physical body to protect it; it was merely stored in a notebook—no different from running naked.
It's truly a rare and precious opportunity.
To be honest, before today, Morris always thought that what was sealed in this notebook was just a memory.
Who would have thought that a soul would be attached to it?
What's even more amazing is that this fragment of soul belongs to Voldemort, so he can do whatever he wants without any psychological burden.
Morris touched the notebook's cool cover and a smile crept onto his face.
At least it wasn't discovered too late.
"You can't possibly have any way to touch my soul."
" The Enslavement Mark!"
Before Tom could finish speaking, Morris's chanting ended, and a faint purple light shone from where his palm touched the notebook.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle, nor any dazzling special effects.
Tom's ghostly figure twitched.
He didn't feel pain, but rather a strange, unsettling sensation.
It seemed as if something had entered his body.
"No... no... that won't do!"
His face was contorted, his expression ferocious, and he tried to resist, but to no avail.
The purple light took root and spread within his soul, eventually merging completely with him.
Morris nodded in satisfaction.
The magic was a success.
At that moment, the anger and fear on Tom's face receded like the tide, turning into calm.
All thoughts of disobeying the master have been quietly erased from the source of the soul.
Aside from that, he was still that arrogant, ruthless young Dark Lord.
"Now," Morris said softly, "We can get to know each other again, Tom."
Tom took a few steps forward, then his knees touched the floor, and he knelt down.
"Master." His voice was steady and calm.
Um?
Morris for a moment.
Is it that formal?
Perhaps, in the other party's perception, this is exactly what a servant is.
That's interesting.
"Get up," Morris said. "I don't need that formality."
Tom stood up as instructed, bowed his head, and stood respectfully in place.
Just as Morris was about to say something more, the notebook in his hand suddenly felt unusually hot.
He looked down and saw that the notebook cover was rapidly turning black and cracked, as if it had been burned, and it was also emitting a pungent smell.
"What's going on?" Morris frowned and looked at Tom beside him.
Tom looked up, his gaze falling on the notebook, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Master, this is my Horcrux. Or rather, the vessel that holds my soul." He paused, as if sensing something, "This vessel is rejecting me."
"Rejection?"
Morris understood immediately.
This is probably the effect of the Enslavement Mark one has left behind.
"And what is Horcrux?" he asked.
Tom explained without reservation, " Horcrux, Master, are the most evil and powerful form of Dark Magic. The principle is to separate a part of a wizard's soul and seal it inside an object. As long as this object is not destroyed, no matter what harm the wizard's main body suffers, or even death, he will not truly die, because a part of his soul will remain in the world."
"Impressive," Morris thought.
From this perspective, the reason why Voldemort split his soul becomes clear.
In pursuit of immortality, and in order to escape death.
"The container is collapsing rapidly," Tom said urgently. "I must find a new place to reside before it completely turns to ashes, or I will gradually dissipate."
Morris stroked his chin.
Hmm... what should we do?
If Tom just sends it like that, it would undoubtedly be a waste.
But a vessel capable of holding a soul is not something that can be found easily.
etc!
Morris's eyes lit up; he suddenly had a great idea.
He waved his robe, summoning the Skeleton Wolf that had been inside the containment magic circle.
That's right, it's the lame Skeleton Wolf he pieced together from the bones he collected in the Forbidden Forest.
His skeletal undead creatures, though possessing basic consciousness, have always lacked souls.
"This is it," Morris snapped his fingers, "Your new body."
Tom looked at the Skeleton Wolf with a hint of disgust.
However, since it was Morris's order, he couldn't disobey it.
They couldn't even muster the slightest thought of refusing.
The Enslavement Mark, so terrifying.
"As you wish, master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the notebook in Morris's hand flickered and turned into a tattered mess, like the remains of a fire that hadn't been completely burned away.
The flames in the Skeleton Wolf's eye sockets slowly died down, and then two crimson lights suddenly shone, as if inlaid with two dark red gems.
Tom's phantom transformed into a streak of light and entered the Skeleton Wolf's body.
"Did it work?" Morris asked.
Yes, Master.
Tom's voice came from inside the Skeleton Wolf.
At the same time, it slowly lowered its head, examining its brand-new skeletal body.
"How are you feeling?" Morris asked.
The Skeleton Wolf took a few steps with a limp, making a creaking sound.
"It feels strange, but I should be able to adapt."
"That's enough." Morris was fairly satisfied.
After all, he didn't need Tom to fight for him; all he wanted was the knowledge in the other's mind.
Then, Morris began to ask Tom about everything he had done since arriving at Hogwarts.
Tom began his report calmly, "I've taken control of a little girl named Ginny Weasley."
"Through written communication in the diary, I gradually influenced her mind, drawing upon her life force and magic. Finally, when her will was at its weakest, I gained control of her body and manipulated the Basilisk to create attacks and panic within the castle."
"But in the end, that child was so terrified that he left me in the girls' restroom."
Ginny Weasley?
Morris remembered this student; she was the Weasley Twins ' younger sister, a freshman in Gryffindor this year.
I see.
"Then how did you end up in Ginny's hands?" Morris continued to ask.
"I don't know." The Skeleton Dog shook its head.
After all, it was just a notebook back then.
"That's enough, Tom. You can go back and rest now."
Morris waved his robe.
The Skeleton Wolf was immediately absorbed into the magic circle.
We'll reveal more details after we get out of here.
The Chamber of Secrets returned to silence.
Morris turned to look at the Basilisk's gruesome corpse.
What should we do with this?
I wonder if it can still be transformed into an undead creature after being repaired.
Anyway, let's put it away for now.
Morris took out his wand and cast a Shrinking Charm on the Basilisk.
But the Basilisk's corpse remained unchanged.
Clearly, even after death, Magical Creatures of this level retain powerful magical energy within their bodies, which provides them with extremely strong resistance to spells.
"Troublesome." Morris frowned.
Just as he was considering what to do, Malfoy, who was unconscious beside him, let out a painful groan.
Oh, I almost forgot about you.
Morris walked over.