"Horcrux ......"

Carl muttered the word in his mouth.

As a vehicle for splitting souls, the word Horcrux itself has an almost ominous flavor.

Extreme evil, splitting one's own soul at the cost of killing, and then putting it into a specific container to ensure that there is still a trace of one's soul alive in the event of the subject's death.

This was Carl's understanding of Horcruxes before he saw the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts".

But after reading the book, he realized that things were far from that simple.

If you just look at the killing, countless dark magic are much more evil than Horcruxes.

Carl had seen a very extreme magic in the book, which required hundreds of living people to torture them at the beginning, and at the cost of this, a certain area could be turned into a ghost domain, and within a hundred years, not a single grass would grow, and all living beings would be destroyed.

Moreover, as there are more living people, the scope of the area will also expand.

But the crafting of Horcruxes is completely different.

Even in the book "Secrets of Cutting-edge Dark Arts", the introduction and production methods of Horcruxes are placed in the last chapters of the book.

In fact, simple killing does not make Horcruxes, otherwise the souls of many Aurors in various countries around the world would have been shattered long ago.

To make a Horcrux, you need real killing.

Killings are carried out with the utmost malice, without any utilitarian purpose.

Absolute malice means evil, and it is not easy for even people who take pleasure in killing to do this.

And when this evil is so evil that it is difficult to keep one's own soul intact, the soul will be torn apart, and a small part of it will automatically split from the main body.

It's a very painful process.

Tearing one's own soul is ten thousand times more painful than tearing apart one's body.

It's the reverse – make yourself whole.

And that's not the end of it, the most difficult part is the next step, which is to put the soul into the artifact.

The soul is formless and insubstantial, it represents only one kind of existence, and it cannot even be perceived, and to put this existence into a small space, it requires the manipulation of the soul.

Truth be told, Carl thinks he can't do it yet.

And now, Dumbledore actually told him that he had made a Horcrux out of his eyes-

Although, in terms of mana and magic, Dumbledore was the best, but ......

"Professor, as far as I know, if you want to manipulate a soul, you need ......"

Thinking of something, Karl looked at Dumbledore.

"Very powerful black magic, yes, I know. Dumbledore nodded.

"That's why I said, it's not done yet. ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore focused on Carl's left eye, as if admiring an artifact.

"It's a bit immodest to say that, but my magic should be strong enough, but it's a little ......"

Dumbledore paused, "Remember what I told you about the style of magic?"

Carl nodded, of course he remembered, how could he forget such a thing.

"Although the spells are all the same, my magic, it's not 'black' enough-"

Before the words could be spoken, a fierce quarrel suddenly came from outside the door.

"He's responsible for this!"

"He's just a kid who's not yet thirteen!"

Carl heard the second voice being Adam.

The first one was somewhat familiar to him, but he forgot where he had heard it, and the quarrel continued.

"But his fight with that thing has now appeared in the New York Times, and we've been exposed!"

"Why didn't you say that there were fifteen Aurors present at the time, and they struck first!"

"The Aurors are on official duty, but that kid, at that time, in that place, is not normal in itself, not to mention that it is said that he killed that thing with just one look, God knows what kind of evil spell it was. What's more, he is still underage, and the wizarding world can no longer afford to have a second Grindelwald again!"

"The second Grindelwald? Hah, you don't know who he caught, do you? The boy caught the guy with his own hands! He's going to be the second Grindelwald?"

"That shows how dangerous he is! How old is he to catch that demon, now is when he is at his weakest, we must control him!"

"You dare!"

Originally, it was just a quarrel between two people, but when it came to this, a third voice interjected.

It's Nick.

The voice before didn't seem to pay attention to Nick, and still said to Adam:

"Adam, I don't know when you got along so well with that boy, but I-"

"Sir, this is a private hospital, I bought it specifically for my son's treatment, and you and your people are now trespassing without permission-"

"Forget it!"

"Don't!"

"Bang!"

Carl had apparitioned outside the house, blocking the Oblivion Spell that was being fired at Nick.

In the hallway, Carl's face was gloomy as if it could drip water, and wave after wave of anger hit his nerves.

Feeling the power of the spell, he couldn't imagine if this powerful Oblivion Spell hit Nick, he would go crazy and kill everyone in sight.

In front of him stood four men, two of whom Karl recognized, one of whom was Adam.

The latter looked at him with a sneer, as if blaming himself for not stopping the Oblivion Spell in the first place.

Carl nodded at him gratefully, then looked at the culprit.

The middle-aged man was wearing a pure black robe, short brown hair, and a scar on his face, from top left to bottom right, diagonally across his entire cheek, making him look murderous, with deep eye sockets, and a pair of gray-blue eyes as sharp as eagles, and he was not an easy person to deal with at first glance-

No wonder he felt the voice somewhat familiar, he had seen this man before he fell unconscious, and had heard what he said.

President of the Magical Congress of the United States......

"Alois. ”

"Dumbledore. ”

"Adam. ”

"Professor Dumbledore. ”

Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked out of the room, standing beside Carl.

The three greeted each other, and Dumbledore's tone was like two old friends meeting each other.

As he spoke, the old man put his hand on Karl's shoulder, an action that made Alois, who was the president of the Magical Congress, frown.

"You'll have to give this boy to me, Dumbledore. Alois said, pointing at Karl.

His gaze swept over Carl, and when he saw Carl's left eye, he seemed a little surprised.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Dumbledore shook his head.

Alois frowned, "This boy has violated the International Wizarding Secrecy Act and used unknown dangerous spells, and I have the right to take him back to assist in the investigation." ”

"Carl is a British wizard, and he has not reported to the Magical Congress of the United States when he came to the United States, which is a hidden entry and is not under the scope of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act. Dumbledore said calmly,

Alois's brow furrowed even tighter, "We all know it's just a legal loophole, have you forgotten one of the topics we discussed in our previous meeting?"

"Of course, Alois. Dumbledore nodded.

"But I have to say that the old law is still in force until the new law is enacted. ”

Alois's expression sank, and the horrible scar on his face made his face very terrifying.

"I must take him away, Dumbledore. ”

"Then I'll have to stop you, Alois. ”

Dumbledore's face was still calm, but he didn't know when the wand was already in his hand.

Alois was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Dumbledore to be so tough.

He involuntarily glanced at the wooden wand with four bulbous nodules in the old man's hand, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

Carl caught the look.

The man seemed to be aware of the existence of the Elder Wand.

"Alois, I think we both know that you and the people you brought alone can't keep me or stop me from taking Carl away. ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore looked at the two Aurors in black trench coats behind Alois, and his voice sounded like he was talking about the weather.

"I didn't just take the two of them. Alois said in a deep voice.

"Of course, of course. Dumbledore nodded, his tone looking a little amused.

"I'm glad you didn't underestimate me too much, so this private hospital is already surrounded by the Aurors of the Wizarding Congress?"

"You can guess how much ...... I have with me," Alois's gaze was a little cold, as if he was ready to make a move.

The two Aurors behind him also clutched their wands in their hands.

"Thirty-six. Karl suddenly spoke, "Counting these two, there are thirty-six in all." ”

After he heard the latter's rhetorical question, his eyes had already taken the first step to mark the Auror hidden behind the wall.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Am I right?" said Karl, looking at Alois.

His gaze did not penetrate the walls, only the silhouettes behind them.

Alois gave him a deep look, didn't answer him, and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Is he your student, Dumbledore, why do you defend him so much?"

"He's not just my student, Alois. ”

Dumbledore's tone was full of infinite love, and he didn't know who he was right.