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

As Glenn felt the Cruciatus Curse he cast touch the soul hidden in the corners of the diary, he slightly adjusted the output of his magical power, attempting to probe the surface of the soul.

"Zzz—"

There was almost no resistance. If Glenn hadn't been so focused and hypersensitive at that moment, he might not have even noticed himself cutting through something with the spell.

Fortunately, the adjusted Cruciatus Curse began performing its cutting function as he had envisioned.

But the sensation transmitted through the wand felt peculiar.

"The soul's traits are somewhat fragmented, but the essence remains intact..."

"This is..."

Glenn frowned slightly. In his perception, the grid-like soul traits on Tom's soul body had several incomplete areas on the surface. However, the internal essence of the soul appeared undamaged.

"A soul fragment split by Voldemort must have been a complete part. Otherwise, Tom Riddle's soul body couldn't have existed in the diary for fifty years, even with the aid of magical artifacts."

"..."

"...So these injuries are indeed the trauma caused during the interrogation?"

"Good thing I controlled the intensity back then, reducing the cutting effect and amplifying only the pain inflicted on the cursed. Otherwise, this diary would have been ruined."

What nonsense—Tom's soul body managed to survive intact thanks to his tenacious will and unyielding spirit, enduring under Glenn's devilish hands.

Of course, Tom's perseverance also ended up serving Glenn, making it a win-win situation. Truly, congratulations, congratulations.

If young Tom were to find out about this, he probably wouldn't even need Glenn to act; he'd explode in fury on his own.

Ah, but young Tom seems to have no chance of learning about this matter now. Truly, congratulations, congratulations.

From initial hesitation to deft proficiency, Glenn's wand movements—both in amplitude and frequency—grew increasingly rapid.

As someone with exceptional adaptability and comprehension, Glenn's speed in separating soul traits from the essence of the soul improved significantly as he continued to cast the Cruciatus Curse for cutting.

He had successfully grasped the structural characteristics of Tom Riddle's soul traits.

Like a skilled butcher dissecting a cow, Glenn could already predict and "see" the structure of the remaining soul traits in Tom's soul body after cutting and separating most of them.

The operation was proceeding smoothly.

...

"Click."

With a sound that wasn't physically real, Glenn ceased casting the Cruciatus Curse. The magical energy and Obscurial dissipated silently around him.

The alchemical restraint device in front of him collapsed due to the loss of magical power and overload operation. The diary it had been restraining had long since dimmed, its magic completely dissipated.

Its cover appeared as though it had undergone accelerated aging, quickly deteriorating, fading, and shedding large fragments. The pages inside turned yellow and curled, becoming extremely dry. As the alchemical device supporting the diary's weight collapsed, the pages shattered entirely upon hitting the ground.

Glenn staggered, a cane appearing in his left hand to support his exhausted body before he could fall. In front of his right-hand wand floated a dreamlike, semi-transparent, non-material spherical object.

It was the pure soul essence successfully separated from Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul traits.

Glenn's face was terrifyingly pale, but he stubbornly held himself together, refusing to lose consciousness.

Taking out the alchemical device he had prepared for storing soul essence, Glenn secured it before finally relaxing.

It was now five in the morning. After nearly ten hours of soul surgery, Glenn could no longer hold on.

His clothes began to slowly seep blood, the result of his body's inability to bear the strain of prolonged, high-intensity operation. The area where he had stood was already covered in dried bloodstains.

Glenn staggered over to a sofa in the Room of Requirement, slowly sat down, and leaned back, immediately losing consciousness.

The world plunged into darkness.

Though unconscious, the relentless stirring, vibrating, and twisting sensation deep in his mind—caused by simultaneously maintaining Obscurial, alchemy, and the Cruciatus Curse—made Glenn furrow his brows even in his sleep.

Ultimately, performing soul separation as he envisioned was far too advanced for now. Even with various methods like spells, potions, and alchemical enhancements to amplify himself, it was still beyond what an ordinary person could endure.

Even Glenn had to pay a steep price for this prolonged, high-intensity surgical process.

Physical injuries, mental exhaustion and shock, perhaps even a shortened lifespan...

Of course, Glenn had considered these consequences beforehand. And obtaining pure soul essence, along with the experience of performing soul surgery, was already worth the price he paid.

His task was complete. The cleanup work would now be left to Hermione.

...

"SSSSAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, within the nest of the Acromantula.

In the deepest and most hidden part of the lair, where Aragog once resided among the Acromantula colony, a massive Acromantula covered in coarse, black, menacing spikes suddenly erupted into a terrifying, non-human screech. The sound was so loud that it shattered and dislodged many stone walls above the lair.

The horrifying cries echoed through the tunnel, causing other Acromantulas outside the passage to tremble and kneel in submission.

Not long ago, an unknown rebellion had occurred within the Acromantula colony. The old leader, Aragog, was brutally killed and dismembered by a ferocious newcomer, who devoured him on the spot. This Acromantula then seized control of the colony with absolute strength and a cruel, frenzied rule.

Initially, the Acromantulas had resisted this newly appointed leader. But over time, for unknown reasons, they all willingly submitted to it.

And their leader was now the colossal creature roaring furiously underground.

The screeches gradually subsided. Still enraged, the Acromantula's mouth emitted human speech.

"WHO! DESTROYED! MY! HORCRUX!!!!!!"

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