What difference is there between this and creating a Horcrux? No… to be precise, this is even worse than creating a Horcrux.
At least creating a Horcrux allows a form of twisted immortality, whereas severing the soul of a blood-cursed beast-person only allows her to temporarily return to human form…
Even if she is willing to pay such a heavy price and is willing to try.
But how many times can a human soul be divided? Severe soul fragmentation will cause drastic changes in personality and may even lead to madness…]
After reading this part, Wade Reynolds felt as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over him from head to toe.
He truly had not considered this aspect at all… he had thought that the beast soul was an independently generated soul.
Who would have imagined that it was actually part of Nagini's soul as well? What was he supposed to do now?
Wade continued reading the latter half of the letter.
[…
Of course, your idea did give me some inspiration. So it is not entirely without a solution, though it is rather risky.
In fact, every person's soul contains a certain amount of soul power.
This soul power can only be strengthened through focus and refinement, but there is no way to increase its total quantity.
Therefore, we do not need to sever the beast soul. We only need to erase the consciousness within the beast soul, which is the most crucial step and also the most dangerous, and then find a way to allow the soul power contained within it to return to Nagini's human soul.
In this way, since the original beast soul still exists, there is no need to worry about a new beast soul being generated.
Moreover, as long as the soul power within the beast soul continues to nourish the human soul, the beast soul will never be stronger than the human soul.
As a result, even if the beast soul gives rise to consciousness again, her human consciousness will always remain dominant.
In this manner, although the blood curse of the beast-person is still not removed, its greatest drawback can be eliminated.
She will be able to remain rational, maintain a human form, and no longer transform uncontrollably into an animal.
As for how to make the soul power of the beast soul nourish the human soul, I do have some ideas. I will list them below…]
After finishing the letter, Wade Reynolds's emotions rose and fell like a roller coaster, even more thrilling than the cruelty of life itself.
"Yes… since the blood curse can't be removed for now, then as long as we eliminate its negative effects and keep it from affecting daily life, that's enough!"
With that thought, Wade hurriedly wrote down the methods described in the letter.
"Tsk tsk… truly, having an old and powerful mentor is like having a treasure," Wade said with a broad smile as he looked at what he had written.
Bang!
"Ow, Ow! Who ambushed me?" Wade clutched his head and looked around.
But there was no one else in the room, only a wisp of white mist dissipating by the window…
"Sigh… figures. No matter when or where, you really shouldn't call a woman old…"
"What are you muttering to yourself about over there?"
Slytherin's ghost drifted out of the pocket Wade Reynolds had hung on the wall.
"Whoa! A ghost!"
"Is that supposed to be funny?" Slytherin asked coldly.
"Just having a bit of fun." Wade shrugged and very naturally glossed over Slytherin's question.
Slytherin floated closer and saw the method Wade had just copied down in his hand.
As for the pristine white letter, it had already turned into white mist and dissipated after Wade finished copying the contents.
"Hm? This method isn't quite the same as the one you mentioned yesterday," Slytherin said.
"I realized there were problems with yesterday's method. It would split Nagini's soul. An incomplete soul would cause a lot of trouble," Wade said with a nod.
"Yes, this method is indeed more reliable than yesterday's," Slytherin said calmly after skimming through it.
Wade suddenly looked at Slytherin. "You'd already thought of this point long ago, hadn't you? You just never told me."
"Thought of what?" Slytherin asked.
"About the issue of soul fragmentation. You deliberately didn't tell me, didn't you?"
"Is that what you think? But I truly didn't consider it. If I didn't think of it, how could I tell you?" Slytherin replied, still calm.
But Wade understood. A trace of coldness flashed through his gaze as he looked at Slytherin.
Based on his understanding of Slytherin over these past few days, if Slytherin truly had not thought of it and Wade had wronged him, he would have already lost his temper and hurled insults.
But now, Slytherin was uncharacteristically calm, which meant that he really had withheld the crucial information from Wade.
In truth, for someone like Slytherin, who regarded human life as cheap as grass, a blood-cursed animagus like Nagini was nothing more than an experimental subject.
In that chaotic and dark era, wizards like Slytherin were cold-blooded to the core. They only cared about people or things close to them.
So deliberately not telling Wade the truth and letting him sever Nagini's soul could also be considered part of an experiment.
Nagini was Wade's friend, not Slytherin's. Since there was an opportunity, what was wrong with using her for an experiment?
Wade could not even truly reproach him for it, because Slytherin had done nothing and knew nothing.
"I know what you're thinking, but if you don't sincerely help me, then don't expect me to give my all when I'm helping you," Wade said coldly.
Slytherin's expression finally changed slightly, but he said nothing more. Like a wisp of smoke, he slipped back into Wade's pocket.
…
Thick white snow blanketed the entire Riddle Manor.
Servants were shoveling snow and ice off the driveway.
Old Tom watched the busy servants outside through the window. After a long while, he finally turned back to look at Mr. Riddle.
"I can't do it," Old Tom said.
"Give it a try. I don't believe that someone who can easily grasp so many obscure philosophical problems would be so foolish as to fail at something like this," Mr. Riddle said as he stood up, leaving a stack of documents on the desk. "In any case, you can't keep sinking into decline like this… get these few businesses in order."
These businesses were truly very simple.
Wade Reynolds's formula was excellent, and his old father had already paved the way for him. Even if you dragged a dog over to handle it, it would be impossible to mess it up.
Old Tom fell silent. He knew very well that his father wanted him to pull himself together, to step bravely out of his comfort zone, and to completely cast off the shadows of the past.
"I can give you some time to think it over, but not much… if you're willing, I hope to see you at the dinner table tonight," Mr. Riddle said.
Watching his father leave the room, Old Tom slowly sat back down in his chair. His gaze swept over the documents before him and the other books on the desk, his face full of inner struggle.
"Go do it. Many things don't need that much thought. Once you do them, you'll know whether they suit you."
Old Tom turned around and saw Tom leaning against the window, looking at him.
"When did you get here?"
"A while ago. You were just too absorbed to notice," Tom said as he walked over and glanced at the documents on the desk.
"I don't know if I can do this well…" Old Tom said softly.
"It's fine. Wade's things never have trouble selling. It's hard to mess this up," Tom paused, then continued. "The family business will ultimately have to be inherited by you… you know me. I don't like these things, and… if nothing unexpected happens, I'll be doing some things with Wade and the others… things that might get very big, might…"
Old Tom suddenly looked up. "You mean… when Wade talked with me before, he discussed how to carry out a revolution… his views were very radical…"
"Wizards are still people, so the wizarding world naturally needs a revolution as well. And revolution will inevitably involve bloodshed, so I can't guarantee that the one who bleeds won't be me. That burden can only fall on you," Tom said, then returned to the window.
Suddenly, he turned back and added, "What happened back then is already in the past, so I don't mind at all if you properly find a wife and have a more 'normal' heir. I just hope you can completely free yourself from the shadow of the past."
Old Tom lowered his head and looked at the documents on the desk. "But I…"
However, when he looked up again, Tom was already gone. Only the curtains by the window were gently swaying.
…
Slytherin wanted to observe this mixed-blood descendant of his.
So Wade placed Slytherin's ghost into a chest enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm and hid it in Tom's wooden cabin.
Wade Reynolds himself left Riddle Manor with Nagini at noon that same day.
Originally, he had planned to treat Nagini at Riddle Manor, but now he had changed his mind.
The new treatment plan required new preparations, and some of the rough groundwork he had done earlier could only be abandoned.
The first issue was choosing the location…
Because of Slytherin's sudden appearance, Wade gave up the wizard tower as an alternative site.
After careful consideration, Wade directly brought Nagini to the underground ruins where he had first met his senior!
However, when he once again used the giant toad to teleport into the underground chamber, the place was completely different from before.
Originally, the underground chamber where his senior resided had been empty, with nothing in it at all.
But now…
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