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"You have no idea what she had to contend with—none at all!" barked Mr. Shin. Then he knelt before Ginny, and said gently, "You have been a very brave girl. Not many would've done as well as you. Yes," he said when Ginny peered at him through tear-filled eyes. "I know what had enchanted you. Heaven help the man who so glibly used it on you."

"So what is it, this dairy?" asked John. "What happened to Ginny sounds a lot like possession."

Mr. Shin sighed.

"I envy western magic people. Even their evils are less harmful than the things I had to face as a boy. For you, wands are benign things, eager to help you. For me, wands are dangerous things, ready to possess you, take you over at the slightest weakness."

"So it's a type of blood wand?" asked Ron apprehensively.

"If only," said Mr. Shin mournfully. "One uses human blood, dragon heartstrings, unicorn hairs and phoenix feathers for wand cores because they are powerful magical substances capable of channeling magic. All of them have the capacity to overtake you, but never will because they neither have the power nor will to do it. However, there exists something far more powerful than all of these and thoroughly able to turn you into a puppet."

"Which is?"

"A soul," said Mr. Shin, "a soul of a human-being."

Mr. Shin turned his back on Ron and Sherlock, who were utterly shocked. John held the shaking Ginny more tightly.

"When I was nine years old, my adoptive father, who was one of the five leaders of my country's magic community, tried to use me to create a soul wand," said Mr. Shin tonelessly. "He selected me specifically; I manifested magic since the womb, and was hailed a prodigy since I was a hundred days old. He took me away from my birth father, after convincing him that I needed special care and upbringing. I was thus raised like a lamb for slaughter, calling the thief who stole me 'father', while my real father watched me grow up from a distance. The day I learned the truth was the day my real father sacrificed his own life to save mine." He closed his eyes briefly. "I later learned I was one of the hundreds who were so selected and their souls locked into objects to be used as wands. Since then I made it my mission to destroy all soul wands to set free the captive souls within. I destroyed many national treasures in the process."

"So that's why you were kicked out of your country," said Ron in awed voice. "Dad wondered about that a lot."

"There is nothing you can pay in exchange of a soul," said Mr. Shin flatly, "nothing. I have said this then, and I will say this now. I care not how historically significant or valuable an object is—if it was created at the expense of a person's soul, I will destroy it."

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