Mental Training
It had been three year's since he had started his training. Three year's since he, for the frist time since he had entered this world, really concentrated on his magic and to improve himself. He had been a blind fool. How could he ever trust someone, who had placed him with those horribe, pathetic excuese for human beings! The Dursley's!
He had started his training from scratch. He began from his first year stusy material's and then it never ended. This thirst for knowledge and power! His very first task was to learn Occluemency. That was by far and wide, the hardest thing to do, but now, he could proudly say that he had the most protected and organized mind, ever to be in the world.
His mind huge city in itself. The main building's controlled his brain. From there he could access every part of his body. He could shut of his pain receptor's and speed up his body's reaction's and whatnot. Then there were the other building's which contained his knowledge and and memories. Protecting the city was a multitude of barrier's and every building, room and floor was booby trapped , for anyone but himself.
When he was creating his mindscape, he had come upon a particular spot, which was reeking of evil intent and darkness. By that time, he had absolute perfect control of his humongous reserves of magic and just because of the control he had managed to isolate, that area. When he had gone back and asked the room about it, he had been shocked to know, that it was a piece of soul. Not his, but Voldemort's!
He had been disgusted to have been carrying that abomination's soul. He had, with the help of a ritual, that the room provided, managed to remove the soul, thereby killing it, as it needed a physical thing to keep it anchored in this world.
After that, his mental training had been a piece of cake. He had found out that the presence of the soul would have caused many problem's as it provided a direct connection to Voldemort's mind.