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Chapter 179 – Soul Shard Lottery!!
Soul Shards Lottery?
Darren almost dropped dead on the spot.
Besides Voldemort, who else in this world went around ripping their soul into pieces?
And why would he want their soul fragments?
What was he supposed to do—carry other people's souls around like collector's cards?
Turn them into Horcruxes for fun?
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**[Ding—Some soul fragments contain autonomous consciousness.
The host may communicate or block communication.
Unexpected gains may occur.]**
…Huh?
That actually sounded useful.
He just didn't know which soul shards he would get.
Well—complain later, answer Dumbledore now.
He straightened up, expression blank, voice monotone:
"There is no 'attraction' between me and my brother.
I only worry he might be hurt, so I may react strongly."
"My brother is the savior.
He's targeted by danger constantly…
The professors and Headmaster can't always protect him.
So the only one left is me.
I want to help him grow up safely."
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**[Ding—Congratulations, Host has completed the task.
Reward: Soul Shard Lottery ×1
Draw now?]**
[Draw]
**[Ding—Drawing… Completed.
Congratulations, Host has obtained:
Ariana Dumbledore – Soul Shard.]**
Ariana Dumbledore Soul Shard:
– Mana +50 upon fusion
– Can be removed for 1000 Father Value (benefits vanish after removal)
(Ariana did not understand her death. A fragment drifted free on accident.
She wandered between life and death until encountering the Host.)
Ariana…?
Dumbledore's sister?
Darren clicked his tongue.
If Dumbledore ever found out that his sister's soul fragment was sitting in Darren's head, would he tear him apart?
…Probably not.
Darren trusted Dumbledore in that regard.
If it came to it, he'd ask the system to help relocate Ariana's soul fragment back to Dumbledore.
Maybe then Dumbledore wouldn't have to die—and could help fight Voldemort again.
He was still imagining that when—
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"Hello?"
A soft, childish voice echoed inside his head.
Ariana.
Darren instinctively wanted to answer, but he remembered:
He was still under the effects of the upgraded Veritaserum.
His "character setting" would definitely not talk to random telepathic voices mid-interrogation.
So he pretended not to hear.
But not hearing didn't mean he didn't want Ariana to witness how suspicious her brother was acting all day toward a poor little Holy Father.
He must let her see it.
Imagine the day Dumbledore finally learned about the soul fragment…
He would expect love, relief, nostalgia—
And get instead:
Contempt.
That visual alone made Darren almost laugh.
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"Brother?"
"Brother looks old."
"He's ugly."
"Have I been dead a long time?"
"But where is this?"
"Who is this boy?"
"How did I end up in someone else's body?"
Ariana muttered nonstop.
When she realized Darren "couldn't hear," she got bolder.
If Darren weren't acting, he would have laughed already.
But Dumbledore was watching him closely, asking questions.
So Darren remained dazed and silent.
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Dumbledore frowned deeply.
Snape clicked his tongue.
"Dumbledore, what exactly are you asking?
Surely you're not implying some special affection between the two Potters?"
Dumbledore waved rapidly.
"No, no—of course not! Maybe I phrased something poorly.
But there is something else."
"Darren hears a certain voice…
No—no—no, Severus, don't ask me what voice.
You'll understand eventually."
"I'm thinking about when. And where."
Suddenly, Dumbledore stood, crossed the room, and pressed his wand against Darren's temple.
Snape made a move to stop him, but Dumbledore blocked him.
"Wait—I must confirm something."
Darren felt nothing.
But Dumbledore staggered back, face solemn.
"Yes… it was left by Voldemort.
I was correct.
But how…?"
He stared at Darren intensely.
"Darren… have you ever felt Voldemort's presence?"
Snape scoffed.
"The Dark Lord? Letting a little cub notice him?"
"No," Dumbledore said seriously, "Tom left something behind—something that lets Harry and Darren sense him."
"This is not something Voldemort wants or controls."
He leaned closer.
Darren understood perfectly.
Dumbledore was trying to determine…
When Darren became a Horcrux.
Truthfully?
The moment he walked into this office, he became Voldemort's Horcrux—
and Dumbledore's sister's
and practically Dumbledore's own too.
So why didn't Dumbledore sense Ariana's fragment?
Because—
Darren could see it in his mind:
Voldemort's fragment was tiny, barely conscious, lying still.
Ariana's fragment hid behind Darren's soul, deliberately avoiding Dumbledore's probe.
She didn't want to be found.
She explained why almost immediately:
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"Ugh—brother is so ugly."
"Don't let him see me. Brother is scary."
"When can I see Aberforth?"
"Is Albus still playing around with Grindelwald?
That guy is so annoying!"
"Where is Aberforth? Where is Aberforth?!"
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Wow.
Dumbledore's reputation was truly tragic.
Even his own sister ran away from him.
But Ariana was far too noisy.
Darren couldn't take it anymore.
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[System, can you mute her for now?]
[Ding—Ariana's voice has been blocked.]
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