After seeing off the young Tom, Karl collected the scattered paper scraps.
In a way, this was also a form of collecting remains.
Karl planned to find a place to give him a grand burial, like a cesspit or some other auspicious location.
Actually, burying him on the most trafficked road in the school wouldn't be bad either, so everyone could step on him.
But that felt a bit too much, so a cesspit was more suitable for Tom.
Karl lifted the lantern, gently shook it, and then pulled out Lord Voldemort's soul.
"Ah! Karl Orolin! You despicable Mudblood! You can't kill me! I will— Hmm? Who are you?"
Lord Voldemort's angry roar stopped abruptly as he realized something was wrong.
Ever since he was captured by Karl, he had been confined in a spherical container, devoid of light.
He originally thought that was painful enough, but he didn't expect the subsequent experience to be even more tragic.
That damned Karl Orolin had stuffed him into a lantern, where he was constantly tormented by terrifying black mist.
Moreover, Lord Voldemort despairingly discovered that while the black mist was eroding his soul, it was also sustaining its existence.
He didn't even have the right to die, trapped in a situation where he couldn't live or die. Under these circumstances, Lord Voldemort had to make a difficult decision.
As long as he had a chance, he would thoroughly enrage Karl Orolin and make him kill himself, so that his remaining Horcruxes would have a chance to revive.
Although this completely contradicted Lord Voldemort's purpose in creating Horcruxes, he had never imagined that his main soul would be trapped.
There was no other way; even if the Horcruxes revived and weren't his current self, it was better than facing endless torment.
So, upon realizing he had left the lantern, Lord Voldemort immediately started cursing, but what was this thing in front of him?
Lord Voldemort vigilantly looked at Karl in his Thresh form, feeling a fear that came from his very soul.
"Who am I? You guess! Ha√haha√ha√ha ah~"
Karl gave Tom the classic Aatrox laugh, and the three bone braids on his skull seemed possessed by a Kitten's tail, swinging wildly.
"I am the shadow of dark projection! Seeking souls to appease an endless hunger!"
Lord Voldemort:
This terrifying monster wouldn't be a lunatic, would he? That's good, brainless ones are easier to bewitch!
But what this monster said about souls and hunger, why does it sound so much like a Dementor?
"Although I don't know who you are, I feel your power. Where is the little Wizard who imprisoned me before? Has he been killed by you?"
Karl scratched his skull with his scythe, sparks flying. He lifted the lantern and dyed Lord Voldemort's entire soul green.
"Didn't you notice that the lantern imprisoning you belongs to me?"
Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes, hiding his malevolent gaze, "May I ask if Karl Orolin stole your lantern? Or do you have some kind of transaction?"
"Does that concern you?"
Upon hearing this, Lord Voldemort almost burst into curses. Of course, it concerns me! I'm trapped inside the lamp!
"What I mean is, compared to Karl Orolin, you might as well make a deal with me. I believe my value far exceeds that of a small Wizard."
"Does Your Excellency need to devour souls? So Karl Orolin sent me to you? Then he truly is incompetent and stingy!"
Lord Voldemort let out a laugh, then put on a sincere expression.
"As long as you release me and help me with a few small matters, I will absolutely offer you a large number of souls to enjoy. How does that deal sound?"
Karl thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Sounds not bad."
A smile appeared on Lord Voldemort's ugly face, "Then please show your sincerity, Your Excellency. Once I revive, I will take you to a place called Hogwarts. There are delicious souls everywhere there! It will surely satisfy Your Excellency!"
Seeing Lord Voldemort smile, Karl also smiled, "But there's still one problem."
"What problem?"
"You still don't know who I am!"
Lord Voldemort:
You damn idiot! I'll let you deal with Dumbledore then!
"It was indeed my oversight. Then please tell me, Your Excellency."
Under Lord Voldemort's gaze, Karl directly transformed back into the sunny, cheerful big boy, his smile exceptionally bright.
"Tom! It's me! Surprised? Unexpected? Happy?"
Lord Voldemort:..
"Actually, there's nothing big for me to tell you this time, just a small matter."
Karl pointed at the pile of paper scraps, "See what that is? The Horcrux you made with the diary was also destroyed by me! Hehe!"
Lord Voldemort: (#)/
"Karl Orolin! I #@%!"
"Albus! I'm back!"
After a friendly and harmonious exchange with Tom, Karl happily returned to the Headmasters Office.
"How was it? What were the results of the interrogation? Do you know how to enter the Chamber of Secrets?"
Dumbledore calmly drank his tea. Seeing the Kitten's happy face, Lord Voldemort must have suffered quite a bit.
One can only say — well done!
"Of course! Tom was quite nice, actually. He was kind and amiable, sincere and friendly, and told me everything he knew."
Dumbledore: (⊙_⊙)
"Listen— that's certainly very good!"
Raising a hand to rub his cheek, Dumbledore composed his somewhat strange expression and looked at Karl, "Can you tell me about it?"
"Alright! The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is in the washroom. Just find a brass faucet that doesn't flow, engraved with a small snake, and then say 'Open' in Parseltongue, and the Chamber of Secrets will open."
"So that's how it is—"
A strange look appeared on Dumbledore's face, "How did Lord Voldemort find it back then?"
"Perhaps he's a pervert!"
Karl thought this idea was very reasonable. Otherwise, what proper young Wizard would go into the girls' washroom?
Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Possibly! But now we also need to go there and take a look."
"Can it be the same? We're going to an abandoned washroom! For a righteous cause!"
After Karl finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, "Wait! Go now? But we don't have anyone who can speak Parseltongue, do we?"
Could Dumbledore already know about Harry's situation? That shouldn't be!
"Parseltongue isn't needed, because we have this to help."
Dumbledore took out the repaired Slytherin Locket.
"Huh? What's that thing for?"
Karl scratched his head. He only knew that after Lord Voldemort made the Locket into a Horcrux, it could only be opened with Parseltongue.
Is this also a translator?
Can it do simultaneous interpretation?
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