Adalricus mockingly clapped his hands, "Very good, Miss Potter; five points to Ravenclaw. Yes, I created a pair of Horcruxes to test out whether or not the theory was sound before handing off the reigns to Tom to sow fear and distrust amongst the sheep of Magical Britain. I knew that his attempts to prolong his life by splitting his soul into seven pieces were doomed from the start. He failed to realize that splitting his soul that many times would lead to insanity; only I was able to thwart that possibility by limiting myself to two pieces since the number three is still magically powerful." He idly ran his fingers through the clone’s hair. It didn’t respond to his touch though it made Briallen shiver with revulsion. "Now, enough chit-chat. It’s time for you to die, Potter. Once you are dead, my clone will take your place and help me put the castle back onto its proper path."