Chapter 300: The Unknown Little Girl

That ominous darkness is a trap against the Soul Capture Technique!

It is a defensive mechanism implanted into a person's mind by external force.

It is specifically a means to prevent memories from being spied upon.

John, the moment he sensed the anomaly, immediately exited the Soul Capture Technique state.

But that abyss‑like curse, like a festering wound, invaded his soul together with his consciousness.

His vision suddenly turned black.

John's consciousness sank into a pitch‑black space.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, a questioning whisper came from the void.

The next moment, it turned into a cold, husky voice.

"Oh~ isn't this our prodigy, John Merick?"

A familiar voice, hissing like a serpent spitting venom, with the lazy smile of one long seated in high rank.

Voldemort.

John instantly understood his current predicament.

Voldemort has planted a trap in Fenrir's mind; whenever anyone attempts to probe key memories—

the trap triggers, inversely invading the consciousness of the Soul Capture Technique user.

Careless.

John immediately tried to activate a brain sealing technique.

But he is now merely a consciousness, unable to perform any real action.

"Dark Lord..."

At that moment, another voice rang out in the blackened consciousness space.

It was Fenrir's.

It seems his consciousness was also drawn into his own mind.

"Trash, shut up."

Voldemort coldly scolded, his voice still coming from the void.

Fenrir said nothing further.

Then, a stretch of dead silence, and Voldemort's laughter rang out again.

"Heh, Meilik, a mud‑born, actually managed to reach this level; even I can't help admiring you."

"Is that so? Then should I bow and thank you for the compliment?"

John sneered and replied.

"Heh, it seems you haven't grasped the situation..."

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The pitch‑black space seemed to ripple, and the next moment, a Piercing Heart and Bone pain surged from his consciousness.

Ugh!!!

John couldn't help letting out a suppressed groan.

The pain felt like billions of red‑hot steel needles piercing every inch of his thought‑neurons.

Piercing Heart Spell.

Voldemort can actually launch an attack directly on the Consciousness Layer.

No, this must be one of the trap's functions.

Rather than calling it a spell, it's better described as activating the trap's attack module.

Moreover, this is John's first true experience of enduring Piercing Heart and Bone.

Previously he was shielded by another soul.

But now his consciousness is completely exposed before Voldemort.

"How about it, have you faced reality?"

Voldemort's voice came again from the darkness, with a cat‑catching‑mouse kind of teasing.

John gave no reply, instead straining to feel his control over the consciousness space.

This is his mind, not Voldemort's territory!

Besides, Voldemort is merely a cripple whose soul is incomplete; how could he truly dominate this place?

John's consciousness began to flood with various happy memories.

The Guardian Deity's light ignited from the void, becoming the sole point of illumination.

"What?"

Voldemort's shocked voice came.

The Guardian Deity is called that not for the sake of sounding nice.

It truly can guard anything worthy of protection at any time, anywhere.

A silvery white halo suddenly burst.

The blackened consciousness space began to peel away, specks of white light shining in.

【Don't hurt brother!】

Another unfamiliar yet familiar voice, childlike and naive, came from the white light.

The next moment, a small figure tore through the Light Curtain and burst out.

It shattered the Soul Tide, and with the Guardian Deity's power, directly expelled Voldemort's and Fenrir's consciousnesses from John's consciousness space.

The darkness completely dissipated, leaving only a pure white space.

However, before John could react.

His consciousness also began to gradually detach from this space, falling toward the real world.

At the very moment of completely separating from the consciousness space.

John saw a small figure straining to wave at him.

【Don't be scared, brother! I'll protect you!】

John wanted to speak, but the next second.

He opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was Hermione's anxious face, against a gray-white sky.

You're back?

"John! You're awake!"

Seeing John open his eyes, Hermione immediately, excited and nervous, cupped his face and asked anxiously.

"How are you? Anywhere hurt? What happened?"

Her concerned words bombarded John's eardrums like rapid-fire shots.

Others also noticed John waking up and hurried over.

Harry, Ron, Ginny.

"I... what happened?"

John didn't answer them right away; instead, he pushed himself up and sat.

Before him lay a damaged street, with Fenrir's body collapsed in it.

Sirius was holding his wand to control him, while Hagrid happened to walk out of Knockturn Alley, still holding two Death Eaters.

Beside him followed the boss of Bo Jin Bo Ke.

Only Draco and Naxisha were missing.

"You said you had something to do and left first, didn't you? We were just about to head back."

"As it turned out, we saw you suddenly appear and defeat these Death Eaters."

"As it turned out, you had clearly won, yet you suddenly passed out."

Harry beside him quickly recounted to John what they had seen.

John, meanwhile, rubbed his temples in pain; the recent events felt like torn film, piecing together fragmented memories.

"Sorry for making you worry..."

"I just seemed to have stepped into Voldemort's trap..."

John said, his head spinning.

"What? Where is Voldemort?"

Hearing that name, Harry and the others jumped in fright.

But John immediately added.

"Not him personally, but a trap he hid in the werewolf's mind."

"I wanted to use Soul Capture Technique to inspect their plans, but ended up backfiring on the trap Voldemort left."

Hermione, hearing this, asked anxiously.

"How are you doing now?"

"I'm fine now, I..."

John instinctively wanted to say he had received unknown help, but the words died on his lips.

He was recalling the voice he had heard.

A little girl's voice, calling for her brother, though he had never had a sister.

And how could she appear in his consciousness space?

John covered his head, struggling to recall that small figure.

It felt very familiar.

Being able to enter one's own consciousness space...

Could it be another soul inside me?

This doesn't seem right...

The other soul inside me shouldn't be male, should it?

Shouldn't it be the original soul of this body?

How could it be a tiny little girl?

Wait...

I also seem never to have confirmed that the other soul inside me is the original owner of this body...

We are a fetal transmigration... Could it be that from the start I was the original owner?

Basically, there's no such thing as another self...

Then...

Who is that little girl?