HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

The pitch-black wizard's robe billowed with an unseen wind, as Glenn's every movement stirred the surging magic power around him. His eyes had turned a sinister shade of crimson, and the raging Obscurial within him erupted violently.

Yet, Glenn remained in control. At this moment, he could fully dominate the Obscurial with his extraordinary magical power while releasing it.

The Obscurial, which eroded everything and devoured all, combined with the alchemical suppression device Glenn had crafted, served as his dual safeguard to restrain Tom Riddle's diary and render it powerless.

The Obscurial continuously corroded the magic emanating from the diary, while the overwhelming negative emotions contained within it intimidated the soul fragment into submission. Meanwhile, the alchemical device locked the magical artifact of the diary, completely sealing its internal space. Tom was utterly immobilized.

Moreover, layers upon layers of negative emotions—grief, fear, anger, anxiety, tension, frustration, and pain—were all funneled into the soul fragment through the surrounding dark aura. In that instant, young Tom was nearly overwhelmed by these terrifying emotions to the point of losing consciousness.

His mind felt as if it were being churned into mush. Tom wanted to cry out in pain but was horrified to find that not only was he unable to move, but even his ability to speak had been stripped away by that bastard outside.

Tom's soul trembled. This sensation was a thousand times more horrifying than being kissed by a Dementor.

A Dementor merely sucked away your happy memories and positive emotions. This situation, however, forcibly crammed every negative emotion a living being could produce into your mind!

Standing before the trembling diary on the alchemical device, Glenn remained unmoved. Maintaining the release of the Obscurial, he prepared to perform a soul surgery on the diary.

Using his wand as the scalpel handle and the Cruciatus Curse as the scalpel blade, Glenn's precise control over his magic allowed a thin yet vividly red lightning bolt to shoot forth from the tip of his pale wand.

"Crucio."

However, this Cruciatus Curse did not directly strike Tom's soul fragment. Glenn aimed his wand at the ceiling, continuously fine-tuning the magic's output, circuit structure, and casting method to what he deemed appropriate.

Poor Tom, still unaware of the hellish ordeal awaiting him, struggled desperately in the tide of negative emotions like a drowning man.

"There is only one chance. The surgery cannot be interrupted. The Cruciatus Curse must be adjusted in real-time according to the state of the soul fragment..."

Glenn did not lose his composure despite the daunting conditions for success. On the contrary, he remained as calm and collected as ever, his entire being resembling a cold, precise machine executing each movement command issued by his consciousness.

"...This output method should work."

Since the current Cruciatus Curse was not a full-power version and the magical output was minimal, Glenn could maintain it without being affected by the negative emotions or magical exhaustion typically induced by the Unforgivable Curse.

Next, he extended his empty left hand.

A foreboding sense of doom spread through Tom, who was struggling within the diary.

"What are you going to do!!!!"

Unfortunately, he could not shout. He could only watch helplessly as the gloved hand reached toward him.

"During the surgery, you mustn't move."

As if reading Tom's mind, Glenn spoke calmly.

"Shatter Soul."

In Glenn's left hand, the magical fluctuations of the Shatter Soul Curse emerged instantaneously. The invisible vibrations struck Tom's struggling soul fragment within the sea of negative emotions.

Without even a moment to think, young Tom's pitiful soul fragment had its consciousness shattered, plunging into a baby-like slumber.

After confirming Tom's soul fragment's state, Glenn was finally ready to "cut."

In his previous studies, Glenn had theorized that every soul has its unique shape, distinct from one another.

However, the essence of every soul, the soul essence, is fundamentally the same, though its quantity varies depending on one's experiences.

The soul essence is like water floating in a space station in the universe, forming a sphere due to surface tension. Although external forces can alter its shape, it will eventually return to its original form.

What differentiates each soul lies in what Glenn called "soul traits," which can be visualized as a grid-like structure that loops back on itself.

This grid-like structure is innately a specific shape, unique to each individual.

A soul is essentially the combination of soul essence and soul traits. Soul traits shape the soul essence and root themselves within it, while the soul essence fills the spaces within the soul traits. Such is their relationship.

What Glenn intended to do now was to use the Cruciatus Curse's cutting properties to meticulously remove and sever the soul traits rooted on the surface of the soul essence, restoring the soul essence to its complete state.

He needed to be focused and careful. If Tom's soul essence were damaged, it would be ruined. Not that it mattered much—after all, it was just a piece of Voldemort's soul. But the soul essence Glenn sought within it had to remain intact.

Although Glenn could make use of an incomplete soul essence, the effectiveness of using a complete one in alchemical constructs was on an entirely different level.

The gap was insurmountable!

Having prepared himself and built up his mental readiness, Glenn was now poised to begin the surgery.

"Well then, let's begin."

The red lightning on Glenn's wand tip pointed toward the motionless diary in front of him.

"Zzzzzz—"

As the red beam of the Cruciatus Curse touched the diary, an almost imperceptible sound arose. Glenn began probing the diary's internal space for Tom's soul fragment hidden in its corners.

This step was crucial. After all, Glenn's naked eye could not see the soul fragment within the diary. He could only rely on the tactile feedback from his wand to determine whether he had touched Tom's soul fragment.

One mistake at this stage could damage Voldemort's soul.

But Glenn was not in a hurry. After all, it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

He had plenty of time to accompany little Tom.

The night was long, and Tom Riddle's road to demise was equally protracted.

At this moment, Glenn felt a change in the feedback from his wand.

Found you.

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