Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 499 Red Beast Face
"Merlin's beard!" Harry couldn't help screaming as he raised his head and opened his eyes after waking up from a deep sleep.

The medium through which he entered the boiler room - the mirror he gave to Kreacher - reflected a completely different version of himself.

His face seemed to be split in two, with the right side of his face fortunately remaining intact.

But the skin on the left side of his face had turned red and scaly, and his left eye had turned an ominous black.

You know, the so-called black eyes in this world are all dark brown, but his are different. They are as black as a bottle of thick ink ground from a fine ink stick.

When I saw my own face, a host of confusing memories kept flooding into my mind.

She was a tall, dark-skinned woman with thick eyelids. She and he were entangled and intimate in the bushes, in the tree house, and even on the street.

In addition, there was a man with a square face and strong masseter muscles, who kept his eyes drooping.

Those obscene memories were followed by killings.

Green lights of death flashed continuously, accompanied by the victims' terrified cries.

But what’s even more disgusting is that in these memories, he seems to be the protagonist.

And he actually developed an inexplicable liking for the black woman.

Harry looked towards the corner where the treasures Kreacher had urgently rescued had been placed.

Included among them are some silver picture frames for her!

Bellatrix Lestrange!
The reason why he didn't recognize her at first glance was because the Bella in his memory was completely different from the one in the photo.

In my memory, she was already an adult, and when facing 'him', she didn't have the arrogant look in the photo at all.

On the contrary, those beautiful brown eyes were filled with deep love.

"This Horcrux represents Voldemort's 'love' for Bella?" Harry felt like vomiting.

What's worse, Harry quickly understood the identity of the square-faced man, even though he had never seen him before.

In his memory, in addition to physical pleasure, he also had the thrill of seizing other people's treasures and enjoying them in person.

The only one who could make Voldemort feel this way when he enjoyed Bella was Rodolphus Lestrange.

Bella's husband.

Harry forced himself to clear his mind, stay calm, and then opened his eyes again.

On the retina, the task was indeed updated.

Task 6: Face the remaining memories and digest them.

Note: It is not mastery, but digestion. It is not excavation, but acting. You must always be aware that you are just playing a role. When the red face disappears, the mission is also completed.

"Great." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

This is for the completion of Task Five.

It was also because he realized one thing, that the left half of his face seemed to look like this only in his own eyes.

And after completing Task 6, that is, after digesting these memories, his face will return to its original state.

"But now, I have to look in the mirror every day." Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought of what he said to Kreacher.

He put his hand into the mirror and fell into darkness again. Time passed quickly and Ginny's birthday flashed by.

The worst thing about Harry these days was the memories.

In his dreams every day, he is Voldemort, and he and Bella are entangled and killing people all over the world.

During these waking hours, he would occasionally fall into a trance, and when he woke up, Ginny would usually be lying in his arms with a flushed face.

Those disgusting memories seemed to have changed him into a different person.

He had tested it in the mirror world.

Some evil curses, poison spells, and even black magic that he was not good at in the past, he can now do them with ease.

When he was completely immersed in those memories, he even used the Fiery Fire Curse alone to burn the entire London to ashes.

You should know that the fierce fire is one of the most terrifying black magics. It is a magic fire that becomes more and more powerful as it burns.

These fires can mimic the forms of some monsters and continuously hunt down almost all objects that can burn, regardless of friend or foe.

It cannot be extinguished by water, and water is also a burnable object in his eyes. Only the Phoenix is ​​not afraid of the fierce fire, because as a fire spirit, the Phoenix will not be harmed no matter how high the temperature or flames are.

And in his crazy state, he was as unharmed as Phoenix.

Those memories seem to be more than just memories, they seem to be power as well.

In that state, he might be equivalent to Voldemort.

After that, he also discovered one thing, that most of the red scales on the left side of his face had fallen off.

The skin from his cheek to his chin has returned to normal.

That destruction seemed to be the best play.

Harry has summarized these days.

The shedding of scales is related to his behavior.

The closer his behavior is to the Voldemort in his memory, the more scales he loses.

And what Voldemort did in our memory is also easy to summarize.

Just three: making out, destroying, and killing.

The amount of scales that fall off is thus in a progressive relationship.

That is, the number of intimacy drops is the least.

But this could also be because he and Ginny had never had a deeper communication.

As for destruction, Harry can carry it out in the mirror world.

But perhaps because it had happened too many times, he seemed to realize in his crazy state that all this was fake.

Fewer and fewer scales are falling off.

And the final kill, Harry never attempted it once.

He just had a hunch that if he actually killed a wizard, the scales on his face would fall completely off.

But Harry wasn't prepared to play that last act.

Because he remembered what was said in the notes, acting wasn't what really made him Voldemort.

Acting, acting, that is, he is not Voldemort himself, but just an actor who interprets the role of Voldemort.

If killing is required on the way to resurrecting his mother, he would rather abort the mission.

What's more, the number of scales lost due to his intimacy with Ginny, treating her as Bella and himself as Voldemort, did not seem to have decreased.

It seemed that his true love for Ginny led to all this.

If he goes one step further, maybe—

"Harry!"

"Hey!"

"What are you thinking about?" After going out for the first time in a long time, in Flourish and Blotts bookstore, Ron patted Harry's shoulder and forced Harry's head to turn from looking at Ginny to the other direction.

"Harry, he's still outside." Draco also came over and whispered beside Harry.

"If you want, come home to your room and we can -" Ginny held out her index fingers and touched them together.

Her face was the same color as her hair.

"Am I who you think I am?" Harry rolled his eyes unhappily.

"Yes!" the three said in unison.

They all felt that Harry had become almost a different person during this period of time.

Never missing any opportunity to be intimate with Ginny.

It seemed as if his whole body was glued to her.

(End of this chapter)