All Novel Full Chapter 407 - 407
Getting up from the floor and taking the wand in my hand, I directed the energy of hemomancy through it because control would be better through the wand. With a few bloody threads, I carved a not particularly intricate ritual scheme on the floor of the ritual hall, consisting of a couple of circles, triangles, and three dozen ancient runes. Throwing the bag off my shoulder, I found an almost worn-out pencil there and put it in place in the diagram where the object should lie for… Horcrucification? Horcruxing? Doesn't matter...
Taking the figurine of the first test subject out of my coat pocket, I shamelessly threw it into the center of the ritual scheme, canceling the transformation in flight, and a wizard in dark rags collapsed on the floor. Asleep. Throwing Silencio, Incarcerous at him and awakening him with Rennervate, I began to infuse the scheme of the ritual with magic, not paying attention to the wizard, who silently imitated a caterpillar.
When the drawings on the floor acquired a slight bluish glow, signaling the readiness of the scheme to capture the particles of the soul, I materialized the Spirit Sword, still black, with a greenish tint and a rough handle. The wizard began to depict the caterpillar more productively, and turning over on his stomach, began to crawl away, bending his legs under him.
With each step I took, I put a simple task before my sword more and more clearly: "Split the soul in two." When I got close to the wizard, I swung my sword, and I sliced the wizard in two with a sharp movement. To my slight but quickly passed surprise, the wizard himself remained intact, and the ritual scheme became red - the soul was caught, and the process of sealing it in pencil began.
I leaned over the wizard and checked his vitals - they were normal. Well, except for the painful spasm of many muscles in his body, the rapid heartbeat, and a face distorted by pain.
It took only a couple of seconds for the ritual scheme to finish its work and fade out, leaving behind only engraved patterns on the floor. The wizard was still alive. I walked over to the pencil on the floor and took it in my hands - a strange sensation, but somehow subtly similar to Riddle's diary. And the locket, of course. I went beyond the edge of the circuit and sat on the floor, waiting for the subject to come to his senses.
After a couple of minutes, the test subject recovered, and after assessing his position, tried to crawl away again, carefully imitating a caterpillar. However, it remains a mystery to me, where is he actually going to run, in a confined space?
Taking the wand in my hand again, I pointed to the test subject without further ado, sending a clot of Cumilaris into him, scattering the wizard's body. Curiously enough, a clot of the fog of a gloomy bluish hue hung in place of the body. It was small, no bigger than a tennis ball. This clot didn't seem to understand what it was doing here, and if you watch a little longer, you will notice that this clot seems to continue to crawl along the trajectory chosen by the subject.
«If it's a soul, then he didn't even realize he was dead,» Rowena rightly pointed out.
The clot began to fade as if it was going into invisibility. Without giving it such an opportunity, I literally jumped on the spot, instantly flying up to the clot and cutting it with a newly materialized sword, mentally giving the command to the sword: "Destroy." The clot literally flew apart in a rapidly disappearing cloud of fog, and in its place for a couple of moments hung a tiny, almost indistinguishable point of light, which literally fell into space.
«He's passed on.»
So, with my sword, I destroyed all that was on his soul? And left without all this, that very piece no longer had any attachment to the Horcrux, as in fact memories, will, mind and other things, and therefore freely left the world?
«It looks that way, but it needs confirmation.»
After destroying the Horcrux pencil with my sword, I pulled out the rest of the figurines. Time for experiments....