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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9863146/80/"So your own Killing Curse bounced back at you and killed you, then?"
"It was…rather more dramatic than that. I believe that was a feedback effect in my wand."
"Ah, so blown to bits, then?" La Pantera was certainly gifted enough in magic to figure out that riddle. "So how did you survive?"
"Naturally, I had taken precautions: I made horcruxes."
La Pantera narrowed her eyes at him: "Horcruxes? Plural? How many?"
"Five."
"Cinco?! Cinco horrocruxes? Estas loco?" She went off on a rant that Barty quickly realised was laced with both Spanish and Aztec swear words, then cast several more diagnostic charms that Voldemort only vaguely understood as having to do with the soul. "You're lucky you're still sane, Voldemort," she told him. "One horcrux is sufficient if it's adequately protected. Maybe two if you're especially paranoid. What ever possessed you to make five of them?"
"Surely you know," Voldemort sneered, which have been a lot more impressive if he weighed more than eight pounds, six ounces. "Seven is the most magically powerful number."
"Ugh. Europeans—white wizards thinking you have the best numerology in the world. You seem to have forgotten that the most magical number is eight in Asia and four in the Americas, and none of those makes cutting your soul into that many bits a good idea."
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