Chapter 285: Sneak Attack and Interrogation
Everyone had already fallen asleep, but Yang Tian in the bedroom had no intention of sleeping. At this moment, he was holding the diary with an excited look on his face.
Communicating with young Voldemort by writing? Come on!
Yang Tian took out a yellow exorcism talisman and a blue soul-binding talisman from his white jade ring. Without any hesitation, he directly pasted the exorcism talisman on the diary.
Instantly, a sharp and piercing scream suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the room. Just like the last time, Voldemort's soul could not withstand this powerful force and was forcibly shaken out of the diary.
The corner of Yang Tian's mouth rose slightly, and the soul-binding talisman in his hand shot out like lightning, flying straight towards the soul that was close at hand at an astonishing speed.
Before Voldemort's soul could even react to what was happening, it was pulled by the endless suction force emitted by the blue talisman. In an instant, the black mist-like soul was completely sucked into the talisman...
The overall situation was decided, and Yang Tian himself did not expect it to be so smooth. Of course, catching him was only the first step, and the more important thing was still to come. The next moment, he stepped into the Soul Prison...
"Hi, Mr. Voldemort, oh no, maybe it would be more appropriate for me to call you Mr. Tom?" Yang Tian had a half-smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was fulfilling his promise of one sentence a day.
But Voldemort just stared at the ground with lifeless eyes, like a body without a soul, and did not respond to Yang Tian's words at all.
"Tom, don't be so cold all the time. Today is a happy day. Say something, maybe I can show mercy and exempt you from today's punishment." Yang Tian said with a joking look on his face, "Look, am I quite nice to you?"
Voldemort had obviously made up his mind, and faced with Yang Tian's provocation, he remained silent.
"Okay, okay, I expected you to be indifferent." Yang Tian had obviously expected Voldemort's reaction. He waved his hand gently, as if talking to himself, "But it doesn't matter. I have something good to show you."
As he said this, he took out the Soul Binding Talisman from the white jade ring. Under Voldemort's horrified gaze, the Dark Lord's other soul was locked up in the cell opposite. (Well, for the sake of convenience, we call the first soul of Voldemort detained Soul No. 1, and the second soul detained Soul No. 2)
As soon as Soul No. 2 was released, he was already furious. He asked in hatred, "Who are you? How dare you arrest me? Do you know who I am?"
Yang Tian was moved when he heard this. This soul number two should be the most sober Voldemort, right? At least his brain had not been damaged at that time: "Of course I know who you are, Mr. Voldemort."
"What?" Two roars came at the same time, but from two different cells.
Soul No. 1 was really anxious this time, this was his biggest secret. As soon as he thought of this, he blurted out: "Voldemort, what object were you found from?"
"I am..." After just saying two words, the voice of Soul No. 2 disappeared.
"Are you still there?" Soul No. 1 asked unwillingly.
“Don’t bother, Mr. Voldemort. I have blocked out the sound in that cell. You can’t hear him talking and he can’t hear you talking. Isn’t that great?” At this moment, Yang Tian’s expression really deserved a beating.
"What do you want to do?" Voldemort finally responded angrily.
"Two Voldemort souls, do you think this discovery is surprising?" Yang Tian asked maliciously. But in fact, he used his soul eye to observe the possible mental cracks of the Dark Lord.
After a heavy snort, Voldemort fell silent again.
"If you don't tell me, I can only have wild imaginations. Look, isn't he the direct consequence of your wild imaginations?" Yang Tianbian said as he pointed to the cell next to him.
Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, but he still clenched his teeth and kept silent.
"By the way, last year I discovered an interesting magical method in the Hogwarts library, called a Horcrux." Yang Tian continued jokingly.
Hearing this, Voldemort stared at Yang Tian with a ferocious face.
"Don't look at me like that, Lord Dark Lord." Yang Tian continued fearlessly: "I was wondering, how many parts did you divide your soul into? And where should you go to find the remaining parts?"
"Haha, if you can't find the place, I won't tell you. Just give up." Voldemort said again in hatred. I don't know if he was too angry or too guilty.
"Don't be so absolute, Mr. Voldemort. I know your character very well. You will definitely look for some commemorative or famous items. Let me think about it..." Yang Tian pretended to think: "For example... the relics of the four founders..."
But at this moment, Yang Tian was delighted. The crack finally appeared! Without any hesitation, he suddenly used a soul-searching talisman and threw it into Voldemort's soul.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” As a heart-wrenching roar of pain sounded, the sticky yellow light transformed from the yellow talisman rushed out from Voldemort’s soul like a flash of lightning, and flew straight into Yang Tian’s mind at lightning speed... Then, this dazzling yellow light intertwined with Yang Tian’s memory like a fish in water, and finally merged perfectly together.
"Damn it! You despicable boy actually used dirty tricks!" Voldemort roared angrily, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.
But in the face of the Dark Lord's hysteria, Yang Tian remained indifferent. He closed his eyes and concentrated on reading the new memories that had just emerged in his mind.
Severus Snape, Quirinus Quirrell, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr.... Familiar names and their related experiences flashed through his mind; Voldemort's unique spellcasting gestures, the use and techniques of the three forbidden spells also came one after another...
But Yang Tian's expression became more and more ugly! These so-called new memories did not bring him any valuable information, almost all of them were secrets he had already known. This made Yang Tian, who was originally full of hope, feel extremely lost, and a deep sense of frustration surged in his heart.
However, this emotion only lasted for a few seconds. How could Yang Tian be defeated so easily?
"I really didn't expect that, Mr. Voldemort, many of your loyal subordinates are still at large. What do you think, should I send them to Azkaban one by one?" Yang Tian asked jokingly.
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