Chapter 365

"Harry?!"

Not only Murphy was shocked, but Lucas beside him was even more horrified.

How did Harry become like this after not seeing him for a few years? She naturally wouldn't fail to perceive the aura that belonged to Voldemort, but how could it be?

"Self" is the singularity of the idealistic world. Any external spirit cannot be forcibly invaded. Whether it is "possession" or other mental means, as long as the other party has a firm will, it is almost impossible to succeed.

And Harry was the person with the most powerful will she had ever seen besides the teacher.

The only possibility for Voldemort to possess Harry is that Harry identified with some of the other party's things from the bottom of his heart—what prompted him to change?

Lucas frowned. She had already thought of that reason.

In an instant, Lucas felt incomparable anger, both for the pain caused to her friend and for Voldemort actually occupying his body by using the other party's fragility. At this moment, she felt incomparably contemptuous of her own baseness in the past.

"Voldemort! Let him go!" Lucas drew her wand without hesitation. "Otherwise I will kill you!"

Harry lowered his head, a pair of red eyes looking at her gloomily. "Ah, failure. You actually felt sympathy for him? You treated him as a friend? This is truly ridiculous."

Saying that, Harry showed a twisted smile. "You asked me to let him go? Don't you know that it was you who made his heart have a flaw?"

Lucas's face turned pale, and she was poked in the sore spot.

"I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

Voldemort said, "Four years ago, I was on the verge of death again."

He said, looking at Murphy with hatred, "It was all because of you, Murphy, Professor, adding poison to my resurrection potion, making my body unable to take shape..."

"But you didn't die." Murphy also frowned. He really didn't expect this.

"I won't die!" Voldemort said frantically. "I have transcended death! That poison only made me lose my shell again, making me turn into a wandering soul again."

"I was extremely weak and almost couldn't maintain my sanity, but at this time, I sensed a warm place and felt the aura of my kind. I rushed there by instinct, and then ate that thing..."

"Later I realized that it was a piece of my own soul, residing in Harry Potter's mind!"

"Invading a living person's soul should be extremely difficult, but at that time, he should have been in a coma and unable to form effective resistance. But more importantly, there was my own soul in his mind!"

"Ha, it's truly incredible!" Voldemort said. "If it weren't for that accidental moment, I could never have thought of such a thing! There was actually a fragment of my soul in Harry Potter's mind!"

"I think that should be the legacy I left him when I was on the verge of death last time..."

"Harry Potter is a Parselmouth, he has extraordinary magic talent, ha! Of course! That's because he has my soul fragment! He was created by me!"

"When I realized this, I understood that Harry Potter is the most perfect Horcrux. He is the best resurrection medicine I accidentally created for myself. He is the body I prepared for myself!"

"That soul fragment of mine was extremely weak, but it grew up with Harry Potter. Have you heard of a parasitic fetus? That soul fragment lived like Harry's twin brother, residing in his soul, and had a place of its own in his soul. I lived there, waiting for the opportunity."

"Soon I realized that I could influence him, just like that soul fragment of mine gave him Parseltongue!"

"And at that time, Harry was very sad, and his heart had a flaw."

"Because of you, Tom... no, Lucas? Do you call yourself this ridiculous name now?"

"He thought he had lost his best friend, he thought the friend closest to him in soul died to save him, and he felt guilty and ashamed..."

Lucas felt like she had been hit hard in the stomach. She almost couldn't look directly into Harry's eyes, even though she knew that behind those eyes was already someone else.

"That pain tortured him, he was very confused, so I told him that this was due to his lack of power, he didn't have the power to protect his friends."

"He believed it." Harry laughed. "Why wouldn't he? He thought it was his own idea, he would never doubt it!"

"So he began to focus on the research of magic. I guided him, let him be fascinated by Black Magic and knowledge about death. He found that he was very good at these things, learned it as soon as he learned it. That's for sure, I just needed to share some of my knowledge."

"I cultivated him as if I were cultivating myself, letting him walk the path I walked, and he mastered enough knowledge as I wished, possessed enough power, but it's very strange... there was something that always blocked him, making him not blinded by power..."

"Harry Potter, I have to admit, this child is different. He is different from fools like Quirrell. His will is beyond imagination. Even facing the greatest temptation, he still maintained his reason."

"Countless times, I urged him to take that step. He had learned the production of Horcruxes, he had seen the horror of death, just kill an irrelevant, even a Muggle he hated, and he could possess the power to transcend death!"

"But he controlled himself."

Harry showed a hateful, anxious, yet confused and fearful expression on his face. "Once, I thought I had failed completely. I would never have the chance to make a comeback. Harry Potter would always act according to those damn consciences, and I would never have the chance to take away this body, and I was even trapped in it, never able to get rid of it."

"Even, in four years, I shared my power too many times, and our souls became more and more entangled. If I couldn't take his soul, then one day, he would devour me and completely erase my existence."

"Just when I was about to despair..." Harry suddenly showed a kind of ecstasy. "I waited! That opportunity! Sirius, died!"

"Ha!"

"Harry Potter's heart was almost destroyed, and the thing that supported him was shattered." Voldemort laughed wildly. "So that is the so-called love! That is just a false fantasy, just a cowardice of trying to find comfort in others! Once that fragile individual who acts as a support dies, one will suffer huge trauma."

"I simply can't understand this behavior of creating weaknesses for oneself." Voldemort sneered. "However, it doesn't matter. Harry has no support now, his heart has no defense, he needs everything that can save him."

"I was incomparably excited, but forced myself to calm down. I know Harry Potter is a guy as unreasonable as Dumbledore. Such people will not do anything against their principles for themselves, but once they find that so-called 'love' excuse, they can be unscrupulous."

"So I told him that we could resurrect Sirius."

"This is a goal out of 'love'," Voldemort laughed, seemingly proud of the cleverness of his strategy. "He couldn't refuse such an excuse."

"So, he believed me. Everything of his was open to me, and I completely mastered this body."

"I, Voldemort, have resurrected, and, will be more powerful than ever before."

(End of chapter)