Karl's sudden words were incredibly damaging, directly breaking Lord Voldemort's defenses.
He had been peacefully slumbering in the Horcrux, only to be suddenly roasted by Fiendfyre.
After reluctantly revealing himself, he was about to launch into a verbal attack when he heard a declaration of "I am your father."
Let alone Lord Voldemort, who was already a violent individual, even someone with the best temper would not be able to withstand such a greeting.
"You damned brat! Do you know who you're talking to—"
"Tom Riddle, of course I know who you are. In fact, we should be considered old friends, after all, your other Horcrux, Ravenclaw's Diadem, was destroyed by me."
Karl directly interrupted Lord Voldemort's threats, his expression gentle and polite, "This news is my Christmas gift to you. Although it's a bit late, I hope you like it."
Lord Voldemort in the locket was silent for a moment, then spoke again with a sinister tone, "Boy, you have successfully enraged me. This will be a disaster! No one can save you!"
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Karl shrugged, "I will also visit your other Horcruxes one by one. It's a pity there aren't many left, only three. Thinking about having to say goodbye to Senior Tom in the future, I actually feel a bit sad."
These words immediately infuriated Lord Voldemort, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know these things? You're seeking death! You're seeking death! I will definitely kill you!"
"See? So impatient. As a Dark Lord, can't you be as steady as me?"
A ghostly green light illuminated Karl's eyes. Soul-devouring dark mist condensed into a long whip in his hand, lashing out fiercely.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a scream, the two small glass windows of the locket instantly shattered, and Lord Voldemort's soul was whipped.
"Senior Tom, I've brought you some old friends. They want to get to know you better."
Rolling Black mist surged from Karl's shadow, instantly filling the entire basement.
One by one, vengeful spirits appeared in the Black mist. After bowing to Karl, they all looked at Slytherin's locket with hateful eyes, their faces twisted with rage into an incredibly ferocious expression.
"W-What is this?"
Lord Voldemort's soul extended a head from the locket, staring in horror at the terrifying scene in the basement.
He didn't understand why this eerie Black mist and these strange specters could pose a fatal threat to him.
"This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible, Tom Riddle. Come and atone for your sins."
As Karl's words fell, the vengeful spirits immediately let out terrifying roars and pounced on Lord Voldemort's Horcrux.
"Damn it! You filthy, lowly things! Get away from me!"
Amidst Lord Voldemort's angry and panicked roars, his soul was torn apart and devoured by the vengeful spirits, becoming weaker and weaker.
"Senior Tom, I send Mr. Regulus Black's regards."
"Black? My servant… Ah!"
Amidst his confusion, Lord Voldemort's soul completely vanished, and Slytherin's locket shattered immediately after.
The vengeful spirits, their revenge accomplished, calmed down and waited in the Black mist for Karl's instructions.
"May you all rest in peace."
Karl bowed, his hand over his chest. The vengeful spirits dissipated, finding release, and the Black mist returned to the shadows.
"We should head back too, otherwise Cat Mom will definitely worry. Fire Treasure, what do you say?"
"Eyah!"
Fire Treasure flew over and high-fived him—well, Karl used his fingertips.
Putting the fragments of Slytherin's locket into his wristband, they left the basement and arrived in the equally gloomy living room.
Kreacher had been waiting there and immediately came forward when he saw Karl appear.
"Oh! Esteemed Mr. Orolin, please, what can Kreacher do for you?"
"Protect Regulus's remains. One day in the future, the great Mr. Albus Dumbledore will clear his name, and he will be buried with heroic honors. His bravery and achievements will become the glory of the House of Black."
Karl apparated with Fire Treasure, leaving the old House of Black, leaving only Kreacher screaming excitedly.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
Back at his home in Hogsmeade Village, Karl slept until noon before getting up and heading to Hogwarts Castle.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor Dean's office, he was met with Cat Mom's stern gaze.
"Hi, Minerva! Good morning—um—good afternoon!"
"Not good at all, Mr. Karl O'Linn. Can you tell me exactly how much fun the Magical Menagerie is, that it kept you out all night, playing until now?"
Oh no, oh no! She's using my full name again!
This feeling, infinitely close to being caught sneaking into an internet cafe, made his scalp tingle.
Karl quickly put on a well-behaved smile, "I sent you a letter by owl, you know, I asked for permission."
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