"Horcrux destroyed. Memory fragment isolated.
Would you like to integrate Tom Riddle's magical knowledge into your Arcane Core?"
Harry paused only for a moment.
"Do it."
The flood was instant—a lifetime of cunning, research, secrets, and forbidden spells poured into ARC's databases. Harry didn't become Tom—but he now knew exactly how Tom thought, how he planned, and where he had hidden his other Horcruxes.
"All known spells learned by Tom Riddle have been archived. Knowledge level: Archmage-Class. Ethical filters engaged."
Harry's magic felt heavier—but sharper. Refined. Controlled.
He wasn't just the Boy Who Lived anymore.
He was the Boy Who Understood.