"I met Marion in Tirana, or perhaps Kruja. She had found the mountain hag and learned about the magic of the phylakterion. I was weak, then, after the second horcrux. I took the knowledge from her, thinking that it could heal me." He pauses to cough into his monogrammed handkerchief. Hermione winces at the sound, hoping that he doesn’t notice. "I asked her to take me to the hag and I killed her, just as you had seen. I thought I could trap Marion, but the spell didn’t work. Marion, the hag, or perhaps both of them had lied to me about it. We each lost a piece of our souls, scattered across the diary and compass."