Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

"What my parents are like is none of my business." Puni's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to slap the crown again, making it spin in the air. "I decide what path I take, and it's not up to you, a remnant soul, to tell me what to do."

"What, you don't know that my mother, your admirer, was killed by my own hands? Even she couldn't control me, let alone a stupid loser like you? You had such a huge advantage, and in the end, you were instantly killed by a little brat. Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

The fragment of soul seemed enraged, its voice growing even sharper: "You are, after all, a pure-blood wizard, unlike those half-blood or Muggle-born wizards. You should join me in rebuilding the order of pure-blood wizarding and ruling this chaotic wizarding world!"

"So what if he's pureblood?" A hint of mockery flashed in Puni's eyes.

This time, he increased the force of his grip, slamming his hand hard onto the crown. "I am indeed pureblood, but I am far cleaner and purer than you, a half-blood pretending to be pureblood. Who do you think you are, to dare talk to me about purebloods and domination?"

"what!"

The slap was extremely powerful, and the soul fragment inside the crown fell completely silent. The crown, which had been floating in mid-air, fell to the ground with a "thud" and lay there quietly without making any further noise. It seemed that it had truly been knocked unconscious by Puni.

Puni looked down at the crown on the ground and calmed down a bit: "That's more like it. If you cooperate with me, you won't feel any pain. Quickly remove all your protective magic so I don't have to do it. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers."

After he finished speaking, he looked around the empty Requirement Room. Fortunately, it was secluded enough that no other students heard what had just happened.

If outsiders were to hear him talking to himself while pointing at a crown and occasionally patting it, misunderstandings would be inevitable, and he might even be mistaken for mentally unstable and reported to the professors.

However, he did not completely let his guard down. There was still the house-elf, Murti, in the room. Although he had already given orders for it to stay in the corner of the room, far away, and to cover its ears with its hands, and not to come near.

He stood there patiently for a moment, but the crown on the ground remained motionless and unresponsive. Clearly, the fragments of soul inside were still unwilling to compromise and intended to put up a stubborn resistance.

Puni couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered under his breath, "He's really asking for trouble. I gave him a chance to cooperate, but he insisted on forcing me to take action. What a nuisance."

After muttering to himself, he no longer hesitated, took a step, and slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw crown on the ground.

He had long anticipated that this fragment of soul would not surrender easily and would inevitably make a final struggle, so from the very beginning, he was prepared to take action.

Just as Puni was about to touch the crown, as he had predicted, a huge amount of black energy suddenly gushed out from the crown, instantly enveloping the area around it.

The black energy twisted and converged rapidly, gradually forming a bald, noseless phantom of a man—Voldemort's soul form.

The phantom had a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes. It let out a piercing roar and lunged at Puni with bared teeth and claws, exuding a dense, sinister demonic power, attempting to devour Puni.

Puni looked at the approaching phantom, his face showing no panic, but rather a hint of impatience. He took a half step back, muttering under his breath, "That's all? You're a Dark Lord, and all you can do is attack with this kind of brutal method? Can't you improve a bit? How stupid."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped dodging, slowly raised his left hand, and the holy light within his body instantly circulated, emitting a faint white light, and directly grabbed at the black phantom.

Logically speaking, the phantom of a soul has no physical form, and ordinary wizards cannot touch it. However, Puni's left hand, blessed with holy light, can directly penetrate the void and touch the essence of the soul.

With a soft "plop," Puni's left hand precisely grabbed the neck of the black phantom, tightening its grip and holding the hideous phantom tightly in its hand.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his arm and slammed the phantom to the ground. With a "bang," the phantom crashed heavily to the ground, twisting violently and letting out a painful roar.

Puni looked down at the struggling phantom on the ground, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, the soul has no physical form, so it doesn't bleed or break teeth. Otherwise, your soul, which was already inhuman, would probably be even more disfigured, and you wouldn't even be able to keep this remnant of your soul."

"I told you long ago, just surrender obediently and don't go looking for trouble, but you wouldn't listen." Puni squatted down. "You can't see what I'm thinking, you can't bewitch me, so you can only rely on brute force. But think about it carefully, after so many years of depletion, how much power does your soul have left? You don't even understand the principle of waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump. If you act rashly, you will only make yourself lose even more miserably."

The small fragment of Voldemort's soul continued to struggle and howl on the ground, trying to break free from Puni's control. But no matter how hard it tried, it could not move an inch. Puni's left hand gripped its neck tightly, and the power of the holy light continuously eroded its evil magic, making it weaker and weaker, and even the strength of its struggle was slowly diminishing.

It was filled with disbelief. It couldn't understand why it, a powerful fragment of the soul, was being so thoroughly suppressed by a mere wizard, without even a chance to escape!

What the hell is this indistinct, white light?!

His soul was burning with pain!

Puni's left hand still gripped Voldemort's phantom soul tightly, the holy light continuously eroding the other's sinister magic. No matter how the phantom struggled and roared, his hand remained as steady as a rock, as if nailed to the phantom's neck. He did not tremble, and his expression remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

He looked down at the struggling, weakening fragments of his soul at his feet.

People fear death and regard it as the ultimate enemy. But if one could control death and be above the soul, then what difference would there be between oneself and the being who holds the power of life and death?

Thinking this, he increased his strength even more, completely suppressing the last resistance of the soul fragment.

Only when the struggles of the black phantom grew weaker and weaker, and its roars gradually became inaudible, completely losing their previous ferocity and arrogance, did Puni slowly release his grip, confirming that the fragment of the soul had finally quieted down.

He straightened up and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

"But what should we do with your soul?"

At that moment, the diary in his mind suddenly came to mind.