Horcruxes

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"Draw a short comic based on a scene from a book"
...it seems like my concept of short is weird

Scene:

"Sir, I wondered what you know about. . . about Horcruxes?'
Slughorn stared at him, his thick ringers absentmindedly clawing the stem
of his wine glass.
"Project for Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it?"
But Harry could tell that Slughorn knew perfectly well that this was not
schoolwork.
"Not exactly, sir," said Riddle. "I came across the term while reading and
I didn't fully understand it."
"No . . . well. . . you'd be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts that'll
give you details on Horcruxes, Tom, that's very Dark stuff, very Dark
indeed," said Slughorn. "But you obviously know all about them, sir? I mean, a wizard like you
— sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously — I just knew if anyone
could tell me, you could — so I just thought I'd –“
It was very well done, thought Harry, the hesitancy, the casual tone, the
careful flattery, none of it overdone. He, Harry, had had too much
experience of trying to wheedle information out of re-luctant people not to
recognize a master at work. He could tell that Riddle wanted the information
very, very much; perhaps had been working toward this moment for weeks.
"Well," said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but fiddling with the ribbon
on top of his box of crystallized pineapple, "well, it can't hurt to give you an
overview, of course. Just so that you understand t he term. A Horcrux is the
word used for an object in which a per-son has concealed part of their soul."
"I don't quite understand how that works, though, sir," said Riddle.
His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could sense his excitement.
"Well, you split your soul, you see," said Slughorn, "and hide part of it in
an object outside the body. Then, even if one's body is attacked or destroyed,
one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But
of course, existence in such a form ..."
Slughorn's face crumpled and Harry found himself remember-ing words
he had heard nearly two years before: "I was ripped from my body, I was
less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost. . . but still, I was alive." "... few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable."
But Riddle's hunger was now apparent; his expression was greedy, he
could no longer hide his longing.
"How do you split your soul?"
"Well," said Slughorn uncomfortably, "you must understand that the soul
is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting n it I an act of violation, it
is against nature."
"But how do you do it?"
"By an act of evil — the supreme act of evil. By commiting murder.
Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would
use the damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion —"
"Encase? But how — ?"
"There is a spell, do not ask me, I don't know!" said Slughoin shaking his
head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes. " Do I look as though I
have tried it — do I look like a killer?"
"No, sir, of course not," said Riddle quickly. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to
offend . . ." "Not at all, not at all, not offended," said Slughorn gruffly, "It is natural to
feel some curiosity about these things. . . . Wizards of a certain caliber have
always been drawn to that aspect of magic. . . ."
"Yes, sir," said Riddle. "What I don't understand, though — just out of
curiosity — I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split
your soul once? Wouldn't it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul
in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isn't seven the most powerfully magical
number, wouldn't seven — ?"
"Merlin's beard, Tom!" yelped Slughorn. "Seven! Isn't it bad enough to
think of killing one person? And in any case . . . bad enough to divide the
soul . . . but to rip it into seven pieces . . ."
Slughorn looked deeply troubled now: He was gazing at Riddle as though
he had never seen him plainly before, and Harry could tell that he was
regretting entering into the conversation at all.
"Of course," he muttered, "this is all hypothetical, what we're discussing,
isn't it? All academic . . ."
"Yes, sir, of course," said Riddle quickly.
"But all the same, Tom . . . keep it quiet, what I've told — that's to say,
what we've discussed. People wouldn't like to think we've been chatting
about Horcruxes. It's a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know. . . .

Dumbledore's particularly fierce about it. ..." "I won't say a word, sir," said Riddle, and he left, but not before Harry had glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild happiness it had worn when he had first found out that he was a wizard, the sort of happiness that
did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human. . . .
- Horcruxes, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. JK Rowling.

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It's like my one of my favourite scenes of the saga, after the Hour of Gaunt, which I didn't draw because it's longer and required to design six characters that don't appear on the movie (Ogden, the three Gaunts, Tom Riddle Sr and Cecilia), and that's too much for me.
I kept the look of the Tom Riddle pictured in the second movie. In my opinion, that design keeps the characteristics of handsome, charming and evil, and when I read it I felt it that way.

And sorry if the lines and the colouring are creepy. It was suposed to be a sketchy comic and then I liked it enough to spend three days on the coloruing, lighting effects and that stuff...

opinions are well recieved