Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 103 Thank you for your contribution to healing Ravenclaw

Rice waved his left hand, and the mud on the ground flew into the air, forming a large sphere around Quirrell, completely trapping the shockwave of the explosion inside.

With his right hand, he beckoned to Voldemort's ghost, who was fleeing. Voldemort immediately felt the air around him become viscous, and he was uncontrollably flying towards Rhys.

He was utterly horrified: he no longer had a physical body, so why could that monster still imprison him?!

If Rhys knew what Voldemort was thinking, he would have laughed and said to him: "Does having no physical body mean you don't have magic?"

Indeed, I cannot skillfully manipulate the magic within your soul, but I can use the interaction between magics to allow the magic under my control to "keep" you here.

In this area, unless you have neither a physical body nor magic, you will inevitably be under his control and influenced by him.

Voldemort was thus gradually pulled in front of Rice.

The current Voldemort is a yellowish-brown phantom, with a hideous face occasionally emerging from it. Rhys can hear its indistinct and meaningless roars.

He ignored Voldemort's roar and focused intently on studying the nature of the thing in front of him. Compared to Harry and Daphne, Rice's understanding of him was much shallower; he didn't even know it was Voldemort—he only knew that the biggest villain behind the scenes was Quirrell and the guy behind Quirrell's head.

However, it didn't really matter to him who this thing was, and he didn't care much about it.

After studying him for a moment, Rice saw through Voldemort's true nature.

"Foolish thing." After seeing through Voldemort's true nature, Rhys couldn't help but make a sharp comment.

The yellow phantom in Rice's hand emitted an even louder noise.

"Without a physical form, only a shadow and a little steam remain, not even as good as a ghost or a wandering spirit. What's the point of such immortality? You guys who make Horcruxes, do you even deserve to call yourselves immortal?" Rice's face revealed a hint of disdain. In his view, these wizards who achieved immortality through Horcruxes were simply lowering the prestige of the word "immortality."

Seeing that the battle was over, Daphne reined in the Nightmare and rode it closer and closer to Rice. When it was less than ten feet away from Rice, she jumped off the Nightmare and stood respectfully behind Rice.

She couldn't help but be extremely shocked by the battle that had just broken out. The magic he used was beyond her comprehension.

She had fought Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, and knew all too well how powerful the enemy was. If it weren't for the Nightmare's help from the crystal ball, she wouldn't even have had a chance to fight back. On her own, she couldn't even break through his defenses. Yet this powerful monster was being toyed with like a plaything by the person before her.

Despite Daphne's obsequious demeanor, Rice was furious at the sight of her. He didn't want to deal with her right now, so he simply waved his hand, signaling her to stand aside and not get in his way.

Seeing the other person's impatience, Daphne could only stand there feeling wronged. Fortunately, Nightmare was there to "punish" her, so it wasn't too awkward.

While Rice was studying Voldemort, Daphne was also studying him.

To be honest, she felt that the wizard in front of her looked strangely familiar. Judging from his attire, he resembled the Slytherin she had seen in the Chamber of Secrets before, and his voice also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After thinking it over, Daphne frowned. She finally found the source of that familiarity: the green-robed wizard's voice sounded just like Rice's!

Wasn't Klein admitted to the school hospital for drug poisoning? Wait a minute!

Two ideas appeared in Daphne's mind one after the other, corroborating each other and leading her to a bold conjecture.

To prove her suspicions, she poked the nightmare standing beside her and moved it towards the green-robed wizard...

Looking at Voldemort struggling in his palm, Rhys felt a sense of helplessness: he could crush the wisp of spirit at will, or seal it in some dark and sunless place, but he couldn't kill it.

This is determined by the nature of Horcruxes. Wizards who possess Horcruxes cannot be killed until the last Horcrux is destroyed. Even if their physical bodies are destroyed, they can still survive in the form of wandering spirits. With the aid of magical rituals, or rather, when the fragments of soul within the Horcrux are nourished and strengthened, they can be resurrected.

This is also a characteristic of Horcrux wizards—they are difficult to kill, which is one of the few advantages of Horcruxes.

Wizards who use Horcruxes are somewhat like potatoes; they cut off a piece of their soul, which can then sprout and grow back at any time. The lump in Rice's hand is merely a part of that "potato," and even if it is destroyed, the potato can grow back using other pieces.

However, even if Rice didn't think much of the Voldemort fragment in front of him, it was still a piece of soul, and it was still somewhat useful.

A bold idea was born in Rice's mind.

He felt that the fragment of the soul in his hand might be helpful to Ravenclaw's "illness".

Ravenclaw's problem was that he had spent too much time deep within the seal, causing his soul to become corrupted. Rhys's initial treatment plan was to concoct potions to wash away the "filth" clinging to his soul. To this end, he prepared several types of potions: some that might loosen the bond between the corruption and the soul, some that could fuse with the corruption to peel it away, and others that could directly purify the corruption.

The core difficulty of this treatment plan lies in the fact that a crazed Ravenclaw is unlikely to cooperate with him. The cleansing of the soul is painful, and even without such a high desire to fight, she may still instinctively attack the healer.

Rice's actions were like pulling a tooth out of a strange lion without anesthesia.

With this soul fragment, the operation would be much easier, because he could directly attach the fragment to Ravenclaw's soul, allowing the fragment to absorb the corruption within Ravenclaw's soul. As for whether the fragment would in turn corrupt Ravenclaw's soul, Rice thought that was really overthinking it; he was giving this guy far too much credit.

Rice has a new treatment plan.

Looking at Voldemort in his hand, Rice's lips curled up slightly: he really had to thank this gentleman for his outstanding contribution in treating Ms. Ravenclaw.

As for the specific details of the contribution...

Who says serving as a medicinal herb doesn't count as a contribution?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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