After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Tell me about your plan on how to fly away from death." Yang Mei was interested in listening to stories today, and he hoped that Voldemort could cherish this opportunity to tell stories.

Voldemort has been staying very comfortably in the Soul Tree recently. He feels that he has never been so comfortable in his life, and it seems like it would be nice to continue living this comfortably.

Yang Mei: Oops, I think I have PUA'd the Dark Lord into a "Buddha". How can he be more Buddha than me, and more indifferent than me?!

"By creating Horcruxes," said Voldemort, without even emerging from the Soul Tree. It looked as if the wood was speaking. "I first heard it from Slughorn."

"Are you talking about Horace Slughorn? It seems that when my parents were in school, he was the head of Slytherin." Yang Mei recalled.

"Yes, it was him." Voldemort's tone remained calm. "Later, I found a book called 'Advanced Dark Magic Revealed' in the Hogwarts library. This is the only book I know so far that describes how to make and destroy Horcruxes.

A Horcrux is an object that contains part of a person's soul. To make a Horcrux, a wizard needs to break his soul into pieces through murder or other evil deeds, then separate part of the soul from the body and seal it in a vessel, and finally use a specific spell to complete the creation of the Horcrux.

If the wizard who created the Horcrux is killed, as long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, it means that he is still alive in this world and has achieved immortality.

If I hadn't created the Horcruxes, I would have been dead eleven years ago."

Ah, he seems a little proud.

"But if you hadn't split your soul to make a Horcrux, your IQ wouldn't have dropped to the level where your brain was eaten by a dog, and you wouldn't have been so foolish as to believe in that fictitious prophecy, and you wouldn't have become this ugly nose-less person now." Yang Mei's tone was full of pity.

Voldemort felt that the last sentence was what he really wanted to say. This person really disliked his appearance all the time!

"How many Horcruxes did you make?"

"Six. If you count my main soul, my soul has been split into seven parts in total."

Yang Mei grinned, otherwise how could he be the Dark Lord? In order to achieve the goal of eternal life, he really had the heart to be so cruel to himself!

"Can you please tell me what you can use as a soul vessel?" Yang Mei asked politely.

“That’s not inconvenient.” Voldemort thought to himself, you already know so many of my private matters, so what else do you need?

"I am the Dark Lord. How could I use ordinary things to place my soul?" Voldemort said as a matter of course. "I chose valuable items with special meanings. The diary from my school days, the heirloom ring of the Gaunt family, the locket of Slytherin, the gold cup of Hufflepuff, the diadem of Ravenclaw, and my pet Nagini."

"What made you let go of Gryffindor's sword?" Yang Mei couldn't help but ask.

"Because I didn't find it." Voldemort answered calmly.

"Okay." Yang Mei stretched lazily, "But are you sure there is nothing missing?"

"Of course, how could I remember something so important wrong?" Voldemort didn't understand why he said that.

"It seems that you really don't know." Yang Mei felt that Voldemort was a little pitiful. "Your mortal enemy, the savior Harry Potter, didn't he escape from your killing curse that night eleven years ago, leaving only a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead? I recently discovered that there seems to be a small piece of your soul hidden in his scar."

Voldemort poked his head out of the Soul Tree in surprise: "How is this possible?" How could he have the time to make Harry Potter, who was just a baby at the time, into his own Horcrux? !

"It should be because your soul was already in a fragile state at that time, and you had just killed his parents, which completely meets the necessary elements for making a Horcrux." So the Savior Horcrux was born.

Yang Mei watched as Voldemort's eyes slowly began to show signs of collapse.

"Well, it doesn't have to be like this, does it?"

"You don't understand. Not everything can become the vessel for making a Horcrux. His existence is simply a stain on my hard work!" Voldemort said sadly.

Yang Mei smiled unkindly: "Yes, yes, only valuable items with special meanings can be favored by the great Dark Lord~

But think about it, Harry Potter is not an ordinary person, he is the boy who survived your killing curse!

It has special meaning to you.”

As Voldemort listened to his teasing, dark energy began to emerge from his head.

What special meaning does it have? This is clearly a shame, a shame!

Yang Mei watched Voldemort angrily retract his head into the soul-nourishing tree, and finally couldn't help laughing and fell on the bed.

Come on, this guy is so funny.

"Hey, you haven't told me what you're going to do with this small piece of your soul fragment? I'll help you get it back." Yang Mei brought the soul-nourishing wood in front of her.

After a long while, a resentful voice came out from inside: "Thank you."

……

On the day of the end-of-school exam, the weather was extremely hot and humid, and the large classroom where the young wizards were answering their exams was unbearably hot.

Yang Mei created a cooling spell, and after casting it on herself, it was as if she was carrying an air conditioner with her.

Draco and the few Slytherin wizards who were close to him were all actively learning this magic from him.

The academic year examinations are divided into two types: written examinations and practical examinations.

All written exams were taken using new quills given to them by the professor specifically for the exams, which were cast with an anti-cheating charm.

The practical exams are more varied.

Professor Flitwick asked them to go into the classroom one by one and see if they could tap dance a pineapple across a desk.

Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score. If the box still had the physical characteristics of the mouse, it would be deducted.

The potion exam was the most feared by most young wizards. They stood in front of their cauldrons, desperately trying to remember the procedure for mixing the forgotten potion. The scariest thing was that Snape would stand behind them like a ghost, and they could even feel his breath on the back of their necks, which made them tremble uncontrollably.

Until the last exam of History of Magic was over, many young wizards couldn't help but cheer.

Although they are not sure that they can get excellent results, even if they receive bad results, that is a matter for the future. What is there to worry about now?

As a person, never worry about disasters that have not yet come.