Previously, after losing two chances to increase his magic power limit, he was determined to seize this opportunity to use the Extraordinary Traits of the Soul Furnace.
What's the saying about finding a pillow when feeling sleepy? This is like Voldemort coming to offer warmth! It's worth the risk to face the most terrifying Dark Wizard of recent times head-on to solve the issue of insufficient magic power that's been troubling him lately!
"Don't run, Tom! We grew up in the same courtyard as good brothers! We can sit down and talk about anything!" Ian wanted to get closer to Voldemort, who was growing farther away.
There was no choice; two legs simply can't compete with flying in the sky. Seeing Voldemort's fragmented soul completely disregarding the bond of their homeland, he had to transform a Flying Broom for himself. Such a magic prop didn't require much magic power to maintain and could even be adjusted based on Ian's magic power input and understanding of flying tools.
It was indeed quite a coincidence.
Ian had actually studied the Flying Cloak quite extensively, so he managed to ride a Flying Broom faster than even the yet-to-be-born Rocket Crossbow.
He thoughtfully transformed a heated seat cushion for himself. Had he completed the design of the Flying Cloak, Ian wouldn't have chosen to transform such an inflexible flying tool for himself.
He had "dissected" the structure of the school brooms and used the Transformation Technique briefly for such a transformation effect; of course, this was a Magic Transformation that other wizards couldn't achieve.
"Damn! What is going on with you, Little Wizard!?" Voldemort's fragmented soul glanced back while escaping, only to find the fellow disguised as a dwarf had transformed a magic prop. The flying speed of that broom even directly refreshed his understanding and insights about flying brooms.
This is so not magical!
Indeed, he stumbled upon some misfortune!
Wicked! Very wicked!
"Cruciatus!" Ian had experimented on Peeves, and his magic could affect souls, so Voldemort's fragmented soul was certainly within the realm of the soul. Another beam of Magic Spell shot from his Magic Wand, aiming to intercept the especially fast-flying Voldemort's fragmented soul.
The magic's flying speed was fast, but it couldn't hit the already prepared Voldemort's fragmented soul; this expert in Dark Arts slippery evaded Ian's attack.
Of course.
It wasn't all easy and pleasant.
"You are definitely not a student!"
Voldemort's fragmented soul couldn't accept being chased by a Little Wizard.
His heart was full of sorrow and indignation, yet he was unable, due to his fragmented soul state, to retaliate with magic, only able to continue escaping like a dog in distress.
The feeling of being pursued by Unforgivable Curses was so unfamiliar, but fortunately, the opponent didn't continue using that eerie Killing Curse, which was Voldemort's fragmented soul's only relief.
"Stop! I'll show you my student ID! Really…trust me!" Ian also attempted to block Voldemort by altering the terrain, but Voldemort's fragmented soul could slip through the gaps in collapsed stone walls, not only failing to stop him but also increasing the difficulty of his flying pursuit.
The stone bricks fell with a clattering noise, along with many debris from pipes and stench-filled sewage, Voldemort's fragmented soul didn't retain physical substance but could absorb the stench of sewage.
"Stay away! Move back!"
As the tunnel's exit came into view, Voldemort's fragmented soul almost employed the fastest flying speed of his life, darting into the exit and disappearing into the concealed valley of the Forbidden Forest.
He seemed to have considerable experience in escaping, for when darting out of the cave, he waved the black mist around him, the scattered stones in the forest seemingly rose under the invisible power's pull.
"Boom boom boom~"
The more intense noise appeared; it was Voldemort's fragmented soul using black mist to entangle stones and debris from the Forbidden Forest, blocking the eerie tunnel exit that posed danger to him.
Outside the valley, the Forbidden Forest.
Having just been washed by torrential rain, under the clearing sky post-rain, it seemed reborn, with droplets sliding off grass tips and leaves, emitting gentle and pleasant sounds.
Voldemort dared not weaken his soul under the sunlight, so he could only keep evading along the tree shade, doubting that the barriers he created could completely block the pursuer behind.
And indeed, it couldn't.
"Cunning Tom!"
Ian shook his Magic Wand, and numerous fragments and various debris shattered; he burst out from the dust, riding the "homemade" Flying Broom directly towards the direction of Voldemort's fragmented soul's escape.
The explosive pipeline didn't stain him with a bit of sewage; Ian regretted that Rolanda Hooch wasn't here, otherwise, he believed his performance would certainly earn extra points from Madam Hooch.
"My dear elder brother! I ought to call you this way…meeting by chance extends the bond, how can I get you to chat peacefully with me?"
"Do I need … Imperio?" Ian's Magic Wand continued to twitch.
Several Imperio spells flickered out one after another, under his willful control, dispersing like missiles to intercept the way Voldemort's fragmented soul had to take while escaping.
Feeling the surging magic from behind by the Little Wizard, and the occasionally more ruthless actions than himself, Voldemort's fragmented soul already felt his scalp tingle and his heart tremble.