Principal's Office......

"What, Sige? You say Lady Loris was petrified because of Voldemort's Horcruxes? Dumbledore was a little surprised by Leyi's reasoning. Ｘ

"That's right, Hermione will get it here, from a poor little girl."

The door to the headmaster's office opened again, and Hermione walked in from the outside with a notebook.

"I got this from Ginny, and it looks like the little girl was terrified, and when she woke up, she saw the petrified Lady Loris, and threw the diary on the table......"

Li Yi took the diary from her hand, then picked up the developing potion from Dumbledore's desk and dripped it on it.

Dumbledore looked at him and didn't say anything. As long as Harry was around, developing potions weren't scarce for him.

As the potion is dripped up, the diary begins to change gradually, and from the diary a somewhat illusory person begins to spawn.

It was young Riddle when he was in school.

He had just absorbed the Imaging Potion, and his soul had condensed a lot, and then he had revealed his form, and he had wanted to bewitch the wizard who had given him the Imaging Potion.

But he saw Dumbledore with a white beard.

Even Voldemort in his heyday was no match for Dumbledore, let alone the mutilated fragment of his soul.

Through chatting with Ginny, Tom knew what he was doing in the future, and then when he saw Dumbledore now, he suddenly got stuck, and all the demagogic lines he wanted to say couldn't be said at once.

"Professor?"

In the end, Tom could only say the word dryly, he had a sense of fear for Dumbledore.

"Tom, long time no see." Dumbledore greeted him like a normal professor who didn't know he was Voldemort.

This made Tom a little relaxed, he didn't think anything would happen for the time being, but Dumbledore's next words made him fall into an ice cave.

"We're going to borrow your soul energy, I don't think you should object to ......"

Then, before Voldemort could say anything, a dark blue beam of light was directly connected between Dumbledore's Elder Wand and the journal.

Dumbledore looked at Leyi, "Are you ready?" ”

"Of course, Professor." Li Yi said, and then took out a gray bottle out of nowhere.

As Dumbledore's magic continued to be output, Voldemort's soul fragments began to grasp and induce between them.

A ring in Gaunt's old mansion began to tremble, and it gradually glowed black. There is still a faint "no!! The voice came from here;

The Slytherin locket sensed a summoning force, and it suddenly vanished from its original place;

In the underground vault hundreds of meters deep in Gringotts, the Hufflepuff gold cup disappeared here, and the goblins sensed the fluctuations of magic, but they did not dare to do anything, even the dragon that guarded the place trembled under this magic;

The Room of Requirement answered the call, and in one of the countless rooms, the crown of Rowena, one of the founders, disappeared from the statue;

Voldemort's wandering remnant somewhere felt this fateful call. He and his pet snake Nagini also disappeared here;

The last to be sensed was Harry, who was suddenly awakened by the pain of his own scar, which made him even aware of the changes in his surroundings.

When he finally woke up from the severe pain, he saw the scene around him, which was the principal's office.

He saw Dumbledore with a long white beard smiling at him, and he saw Sig and Hermione standing beside them, with six boxes in their hands that seemed to contain something, and two open boxes.

Finally, he sees a familiar man, Lord Voldemort.

He looks like a Hogwarts ghost, transparent, but still very evil.

"Harry, I think you should hear what to say." Dumbledore conjured a chair in the middle of the room for Harry to sit on.

He saw Voldemort's remnant being placed in a box by his classmates Sig and Hermione, and sat down on the other side. All this in front of him made him feel a little like whether this was a dream or not.

"Professor, that's really...... Voldemort? ”

"Of course, Harry. I don't think you'll have to worry about him anymore, we've got all of him here. Dumbledore said.

But Harry looked at the last empty box.

Dumbledore noticed Harry's gaze, and he explained with a smile, "That's where the last soul fragment is. ”

"Soul shards?"

"Yes, some wizards, in order to live forever, will divide their souls and attach those souls to some powerful magical device, which is called a Horcrux...... That's how Voldemort is, he split himself into seven, we've found all his Horcruxes, but the last fragment hasn't been found......"

Harry thought about why he was here, and as if intuitively, he said, "Is it me?" ”

Dumbledore didn't know what to answer, so he nodded his head.

There was no benefit in a moment of silence, and Hermione poured some potions into the Horcrux boxes containing the fragments of Voldemort's soul, leaving only Voldemort's last main soul.

The silence finally passed, and Dumbledore began to explain to Harry, "That scar on your forehead comes from Voldemort's Avada Command, when you were a child, your mother reflexed Voldemort's spell with the magic of love, and his soul was split, and part of it is in you......"

"What should I do?" Harry waited for a long time before he asked Dumbledore as if he had made up his mind.

"We'll take the fragment of Voldemort's soul out of your body......"

"I'm going to die, am I?" Harry's eyes were surprisingly not afraid.

"Why do you think that? Harry? Dumbledore's reaction was not what Harry had expected.

"So...... ...... said so," Harry laughed.

"Harry, of course you'll be fine, and when Voldemort's soul fragment is removed, you'll be able to go back to school after two days of rest."

……

The process of removing the soul fragment from Harry's body was smooth, the magic in his body had been resisting the erosion of this soul fragment on Harry, and after feeling that there was an external force to take this soul fragment, it naturally helped.

Soaking the last soul fragments in a special solution with Voldemort's main soul, this villain, who was originally part 1 to 7, just disappeared here, and it didn't seem to be much different from the presence of an unnamed dragon.