"Alright, let's send it here." Mu Yan turned to look at Ron and Hermione.

It was the third day after the incident in the secret room, and Harry was still lying in the school doctor's room and couldn't get out of bed, but Mu Yan had already completed all the exams for the course ahead of schedule and decided to leave.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just going to take a holiday more than ten days earlier than you."

Looking at the reluctant look on the faces of the two, Mu Yan shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

They also just came out of the school doctor's office, and due to the school's regulations, underage wizards are not allowed to leave the school without the permission of the school, so the three of them can only be separated at the school gate.

"Okay, be careful on your way!" Hermione admonished.

The experience of this semester has given the three of them a further understanding of the dangers of the wizarding world, and compared to when they first entered the school a year ago, the two of them have now faded a little more immature and mature.

Mu Yan nodded in gratitude, and then dragged the large box in his hand that was once full of banknotes and turned away.

"See you next semester!" He waved his hand.

"See you next semester!" Ron and Hermione's voices came from behind him.

......

Woo –

At Hogsmeade Village Railway Station, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded for a long time, and white steam erupted from the locomotive painted bright red, like a mist drifting in a fairyland, blowing down the wind to Mu Yan's body.

The feeling of warmth and humidity quickly turned into a deeper cold after the steam drifted away.

Tightening the wizarding robe on his body, Mu Yan took one last look in the direction of Hogwarts, no longer hesitated, turned around and boarded the train.

Boom!

The doors closed.

With the sound of a long whistle, the red-hot train slowly drove out of the station.

……

It was dark and it was dinner time, and it had been six hours since Mu Yan boarded the train.

Hogsmeade Village, in the hut bought by Mu Yan, the silence was broken.

A green flame suddenly ignited in the old fireplace, and a short, thin figure stepped out of the flames!

As soon as you step on the ground, the old wooden floor immediately creaks overwhelmingly.

As if he noticed that his clothes were a little dirty, the figure flexed his fingers and flicked the black robe on his body, and whispered a few broken sentences in his mouth, and then a large cloud of dust slipped off his clothes.

There were no lights on in the house, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

But the figure didn't care, and he expertly walked through the living room, around the couch in the middle, to a bookshelf, and pointed his finger at something in the void.

Soon, there was a click of a machine, the bookshelf turned, and an entrance that was darker and deeper than the surroundings appeared behind the bookshelf.

Without stopping, the figure walked in quickly.

In the basement, the light of the magic lamp automatically lit up, illuminating the clean laboratory that had been sorted out before the start of school, and at the same time reflecting Mu Yan's somewhat pale little face.

He walked over to the sleek, flat metal table in the middle, and lifted the little silver box from his pocket and placed it on it.

After getting on the train at noon, he didn't choose to wait until the Nine and Three-quarters Station to get off, but got off the train directly in Diagon Alley, and then entered Tumbling Alley, found a place where no one was, destroyed a piece of equipment, and then casually found a place to use Floo powder and returned to his cabin.

Although he didn't think anyone would care so much about him, a young wizard who was only in his second year, there was nothing wrong with being careful, especially since he still had Riddle's soul in his hands.

He had tested it in school that even if he sat face to face with Harry, as long as he didn't open the box, Harry, who had part of Voldemort's soul, wouldn't sense anything.

But magic is such a vast and profound thing, and who knows if Voldemort will leave some special way for those Death Eaters to sense his soul bypassing the box's block.

Mu Yan has always been a very self-aware person, he doesn't think that after studying magic for two years and defeating Riddle's soul body, he will be so powerful in this world, compared to those professor-level people, he is still far behind!

His fingers slid lightly over the silver pattern on the suitcase, and Mu Yan's mouth recited the box's activation spell.

A crack appeared three-quarters of the way through the chest, and then slowly opened.

Shout!

A transparent soul body rushed out of the crack in the box, but it was grabbed by Mu Yan, who had already prepared.

Invisible fluctuations emanated from his hands, and the soul body that was constantly struggling suddenly fell silent.

Mu Yan spread out his palms.

I saw a humanoid soul body the size of his palm, lying quietly in the palm of his hand, and if you looked closely, the shape of the soul body was Riddle! It's just that it has been shrunk many times compared to before.

Mu Yan previously injected the Corrosive Mist directly into his body in order to cut off Riddle's consciousness and control of the soul, this method is simple and crude, and it is extremely effective, but the only drawback is that the spell of Corrosive Mist will cause damage to the soul in the first place, and injecting it into the soul will not only break the control of Riddle's consciousness over the soul body, but also continue to consume Riddle's soul!

This shortcoming is definitely the next step to save the material at other times, but at this time it is exactly what Mu Yan needs, he doesn't need Riddle to keep much soul power, as long as the remaining part can carry his consciousness without collapsing, other soul power is an obstacle for him.

To put it bluntly, he didn't dare to let Riddle's soul body collapse, and as soon as Riddle's soul collapsed, he would return to his diary and wait to wake up again in the future! In this way, all his years of hard work were in vain.

The reason why he chose the time in the Chamber of Secrets to subdue Riddle, and did everything he could to prevent him from returning to the journal, was because once Riddle returned to the Horcrux, he had nothing to do with Riddle.

This is a very obvious thing, Horcruxes are all ordinary things as carriers, but once they are made into Horcruxes, they are equivalent to being inflicted the most vicious curse in the world, and they instantly become the world's top alchemy items!

Of course, in terms of the essence of the item, it is still the original ordinary thing, which Mu Yan figured out when he got the notebook, and the powerful thing is the curse arranged on it!

This kind of powerful curse that even Dumbledore can't do is not to mention Mu Yan, even if Voldemort comes by himself, it is estimated that he can only open it honestly according to the rules.

Riddle's soul body was firmly absorbed in the palm of his hand by the fluctuations in Mu Yan's hand, unable to move, and he was now so weak that he couldn't even make a sound.

"See you again, Riddle!" Mu Yan looked at him and said in an extremely flat voice.

His left hand was constantly carving something in the void, not like he was casting a spell, but like he was quickly calculating something.

Riddle's soul body fluctuated slightly, and in the special state of the soul body, any changes in the spirit would be reflected in the soul body, even the emotions were no exception!

Staying in the box, Riddle also thought carefully about what Mu Yan grabbed him for.

Is it to keep him in his hands, to control his Death Eater legion?

Or is it to destroy one of Voldemort's divisions?

Come to think of it, it seems that both directions are possible.

But when he heard these words coming out of Mu Yan's mouth, he knew that he was wrong!

A heart-deep coolness involuntarily emerged from the bottom of his heart, this unusually flat voice was very familiar to him, and he also said goodbye to the toad in this tone before dissecting it with his own hands!

Is this guy's ultimate goal to experiment with him?!

A frightened and angry emotion poured out of his heart, manifested outside, that is, the soul body began to shake violently, as if it would collapse in the next second!

Who is he?

He is the former genius of Hogwarts, he is the feared Voldemort of the wizarding world, and he is the king of dark wizards destined to take the wizarding world into his pocket in the future!!

Now someone dares to use him as experimental material!!

It's a pity, if he can really collapse, it might be a good thing for Riddle, but now he is so weak that it is difficult to even collapse himself, and he is really to the point where Mu Yan is a knife and he is a fish!

Mu Yan's left hand carved at high speed finally stopped, this kind of calculation method to deal with magical problems is not popular in this world, although with the development of science and technology, such a new research method has begun to appear, but now it is only a sprout, at least in Hogwarts, the most primitive experience is still used.

And the reason why Mu Yan adopted this method was also to explore the rules he found when he was groping for how to let himself touch the soul body alone, and this calculation method allowed him to roughly measure the soul power possessed by the current soul body.

"Looks like you're not at your limit yet!" Mu Yan stopped his left hand and looked at Riddle in the palm of his hand.

Riddle shuddered at his gaze.

"Then wait two more days!" Mu Yan said lightly, "If it's two days, I should still be able to afford to wait!" ”

He glanced at the bright red 38% in his mind, and raised his finger to press it on Riddle's soul body.

The incantation sounded, the black mist surged, and Riddle's soul turned into a small black ball again, only this time it had shrunk to the size of a ping-pong ball.

Mu Yan put the black ball back into the box and chanted a spell, causing the box to slowly sink under the metal platform.

Then he took out the journal, thought about it and threw it onto the platform, letting it sink under the metal table with the box.

……

Two days passed in a hurry.

June 3, 7 p.m.

Mu Yan has adjusted the mental state of his whole body to the highest peak.

He opened the box and retrieved Riddle's soul, the size of a fingernail.

Now Riddle no longer even has the strength to struggle, lying quietly in the palm of Mu Yan's hand as if waiting for the final judgment.

"It's been planned for two whole years, and I've finally come to this point." He looked at Riddle in his hand with some emotion.

"I don't know much about the last step, but anyway...... I'm ready! Mu Yan's tone gradually became firm and cold.

"This time, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!!"