Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Suddenly, he remembered the replica of the Rowena Ravenclaw white marble statue in the Ravenclaw common room, which wore a crown on its head.

This discovery caught his eye. He immediately raised his wand, gathered a wisp of holy magic, and gently waved it. A soft white light shone in the air, gradually outlining a clear image of the crown.

The crown in the image has delicate lines and is inlaid with tiny gemstones at the top. Its shape is solemn and elegant, perfectly replicating the style of the statue's head.

Puni pointed to the image in the sky: "Merti, come here! Look carefully, this is the crown I'm looking for!"

"It has been stored in this room for a long time, so the color may have faded and it may not look exactly the same as in the picture, but the overall shape will not change."

"Search this room carefully. Once you find it, do not touch it with your hands or approach it unnecessarily. Come to me immediately, understand?"

The figure of Morti reappeared.

"As ordered!"

Puni's emphasis on not touching the crown was based on deeper considerations.

Ravenclaw's tiara is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, containing fragments of Voldemort's soul, and possesses eerie and sinister magic.

House-elves are loyal but simple-minded and their magic tends to be mild. They are easily misled by Voldemort's soul fragments. Once controlled, they may not only damage the crown but also take the opportunity to attack others, causing unnecessary danger.

Therefore, he must take precautions in advance to eliminate any potential risks.

House-elves are naturally adept at finding objects, are agile, and are familiar with all sorts of hidden corners, making their search efficiency far higher than Puni's alone.

Sometimes he would crawl into a dusty wooden box, sometimes he would climb up a pile of ancient books, or he would squat in a corner and look through abandoned magical artifacts, not missing a single detail.

Puni found a worn-out recliner, sat down casually, picked up an ancient book of wand spells he had found earlier, and flipped through it while keeping an eye on Morty's movements. At the same time, he circulated the holy magic within his body, remaining vigilant against the surrounding magical fluctuations to prevent Voldemort's soul fragments from suddenly causing trouble.

As night deepened and then slowly faded, the sky outside the window changed from pitch black to a faint light, and then to a pale white. The night was about to end when a clear shout broke the silence of the room.

"Young Master Puni! Young Master Puni! I found it! I found the crown you wanted!" Morti skipped and hopped toward Puni, his little legs moving very fast.

Puni looked up.

"Well done, Mati!" Puni casually tossed the ancient book aside, nimbly stood up from the recliner, and hurried over to little Mati, asking anxiously, "Where is the crown? Take me there quickly, and don't forget its location."

Moti nodded vigorously, his smile widening. As he led the way, he chattered on and on, "Don't worry, young master, I remember it perfectly well. It's on top of that old cabinet over there. I can see it clearly, there's no mistake!"

Puni followed closely behind Merti, navigating through winding piles of debris. The mountains of ancient books, discarded magical artifacts, and dusty wooden crates formed small "garbage dump" barriers that required careful maneuvering.

Moti moved nimbly and easily through the crowd, occasionally glancing back at Puni.

After walking for about half a minute, Morty stopped, pointed with his little finger to an inconspicuous old cabinet not far away, and said with certainty, "Young Master Puni, look, the crown is on top of that cabinet!"

Puni looked up in the direction Little Moti pointed, his gaze landing on the old cabinet.

The cabinet was covered in bubbly, peeling paint, and dust and stains. It looked like it had been abandoned for many years and was placed haphazardly in a corner of the room, easily overlooked.

At the top of the cabinet stood a stone statue of a wizard with pockmarks. On the statue's head, there was not only a head of dirty, messy, and tarnished curly hair, but also an ancient and faded crown.

The crown was covered in dust, and the gems that were originally set in it had lost their luster, making it look old and inconspicuous. Compared with the image that Puni showed with his wand, the color was much darker and even somewhat distorted.

But Puni recognized it at a glance. That crown was indeed the Ravenclaw crown that he had spent a whole month searching for. Its unique shape, exquisite patterns, and faint magical aura all matched the characteristics of the crown in his memory perfectly.

We finally found it. All that effort wasn't in vain.

He circulated the holy light within his body, a faint white light emanating from his fingertips, sensing the magical fluctuations on the crown. Sure enough, Voldemort's sinister soul aura was attached to it, causing his holy light to faintly feel a sense of repulsion.

Puni stared at the Ravenclaw tiara on top of the cabinet, strode forward, reached out, and took the dusty, faded, and worn tiara in his hand.

The moment it was touched, the crown began to tremble slightly, and a faint black aura seeped out from the cracks in the crown. Clearly, the soul fragments inside had sensed the threat and were trying to become restless.

"Behave yourself!" Puni frowned, impatiently raising his hand to slap down on the crown that was floating in mid-air and swaying slightly. Although the force was not great, it was enhanced by the holy light within him.

There was a loud "smack"!

The crown trembled violently, and a muffled groan came from within.

Clearly, Voldemort's soul fragments were disoriented by the slap, and the previously restless black energy subsided somewhat.

A moment later, a hoarse, sinister voice came from the crown, carrying a hint of disbelief, doubt, and resentment: "Lestrange! You are clearly a member of the Lestrange family, and should belong to Slytherin. How did you end up here, searching for the Ravenclaw crown?"

Upon hearing this, Puni slapped the crown again, this time with more force, coldly interrupting it: "You're wrong. I'm a Ravenclaw student now, and I have absolutely no connection with Slytherin."

The sinister voice rang out again, carrying a hint of provocation, attempting to deceive Penny: "Your parents are core members of Slytherin, and they have dedicated their lives to the glory of pure-blood wizards. How could you betray your family and side with Ravenclaw?"

Chapter 71 But what should we do with your soul? (Bonus Chapter)

“My parents’ situation 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 the 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 killed instantly 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 wizards and ruling this chaotic wizarding world!"

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

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

"what!"

The slap was extremely powerful, and the soul fragments 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 Puni had truly knocked it unconscious.

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

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 really won't listen to reason. I gave him a chance to cooperate, but he insisted on forcing me to take action. What a hassle."

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 and instantly filled 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 and muttered under his breath, "Is that all you can do? You're a Dark Lord, and all you can do is attack with such a 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 to surrender obediently and not to cause trouble for yourself, but you just wouldn’t listen.” Puni squatted down. “You can’t see what I’m thinking, so you can’t confuse me and 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 make a rash move, 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 continued to erode 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 suppressed so completely 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 hand, 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.

Chapter 72 Ravenclaw's Crown! The Diary, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?! (Bonus Chapter)

The pages of the diary flipped rapidly.

At this moment, Voldemort's soul fragments could still barely coalesce into phantoms, making some weak resistance in an attempt to break free of their restraints and escape from this place, but it was all in vain.

Puni stared in surprise at the diary, slowly approaching the weak, black phantom.

Just as the diary was less than half a meter from the phantom, it suddenly emitted a soft yet highly penetrating white light, which then instantly generated a powerful suction force that firmly locked onto Voldemort's soul fragment.

The suction force grew stronger and stronger, pulling at the phantom and forcing it to move towards the diary, unable to stay in place.

In this state, Voldemort's soul fragments finally saw the diary in Puni's hand.

In its eyes, the white light emanating from that ugly notebook was not a gentle light, but an evil light carrying endless chill and despair, like an entrance to an endless hell. Once sucked in, one would never see the light of day again and would completely dissipate into nothingness!

Its heart was filled with fear, and its originally weak resistance became fierce. It struggled desperately to get rid of the powerful suction, but all its efforts were in vain.

Puni stood quietly in place, holding the diary firmly in his hand.

This diary...

It has other uses too!

He could feel the power of the soul fragments rapidly dissipating. As the suction force intensified, the black phantom began to shrink and become smaller. Its originally ferocious form gradually became blurred, eventually transforming into a small, pitch-black ball of light. Drawn by the suction force, it slowly flew towards the pages of the diary.

A moment later, the jet-black orb of light steadily flew into the diary, the white light on the pages instantly subsided, the suction disappeared, and the diary returned to calm.

Puni gently closed the notebook, recalling the diary, then clapped his hands, a relaxed expression on his face, and whispered, "Finally done, now it's completely peaceful."

I was wondering how to deal with Voldemort's soul, but it turned out to be so simple!

After dealing with the soul fragments, Puni's gaze returned to the Ravenclaw crown on the ground.

He bent down, reached out and picked up the crown, brushing away the dust and stains from its surface.

Now that the crown has lost the powerful dark magic imbued by the Horcrux, it is quietly undergoing a change.

The originally faded and dull surface gradually regained a soft luster, and the worn areas slowly became smooth again. The gemstone, which had lost its luster, once again shone with brilliant light.

Puni held the crown up to his eyes, examined it carefully, and understood.