Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 164 Death of Voldemort

In fact, Snape's idea was not wrong, because the future big boss he was worried about was in a terrible state at the moment.

Voldemort intended to nurture Lockhart's soul after gaining control of him, but he was unexpectedly defeated by Dumbledore and Damon working together.

His already fragile soul became even more vulnerable. Even though the giant serpent Nagini stayed by his side and constantly hunted animals in the forest to replenish his energy, his soul, which was already on the verge of collapse, could not hold on after several months of difficult breathing.

"Nagini, I'm going to die."

In the dark forest, a nearly transparent soul emitted a barely perceptible sound, while a giant twelve-foot-long viper stared intently at him, hissing mournfully.

"Heh. How ironic. I defeated so many powerful wizards, even Dumbledore couldn't kill me, yet I was made to look so pathetic by those two kids, Harry Potter and Damon White. It's absurd."

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but Voldemort's main spirit was perfectly lucid at this moment, and his conversation with Nagini was much gentler and more patient than usual.

But in the next moment, the transparent, noseless face immediately became ferocious, like a demon about to devour human flesh—"But I am immortal! Dumbledore can't kill me, and neither can those two brats!"
I will live on in another form, and you, Nagini, must find a way to resurrect me—remember, go to Gaunt's old house and get Marvolo Gaunt's ring. It contains fragments of my soul and the Resurrection Stone.

Nagini, my only loyal servant!
I entrust everything to you. Gather my old followers—my absolutely loyal servants, who are currently imprisoned in Azkaban. Find a way to rescue them and make them your strength. From now on, you will be a second me. Beware of that brat named Damon. Don't try to fight him unless you are sure you can.

The viper's eyes gleamed with a lively light; it flicked its tongue and nodded human-like as it hissed.

Voldemort's soul became even more transparent, almost vanishing.

He let out a roar that echoed throughout the entire forest, shaking the mountains and causing snakes and deer to flee in terror—"White! I will live on forever with hatred for you, the great Dark Lord. You will never fall in a place like this!"

Voldemort is dead.

His main soul has completely withered away—from the perspective of the soul, Tom Riddle no longer exists in this world.

But during this time, while constantly cursing Dumbledore and Damon, Voldemort did find a glimmer of hope in his despair—he deliberately disintegrated his main soul to allow it to return to its original spirituality.

If successful, the other fragments of the soul will give birth to the spirituality of the true self—Tom Riddle will be reborn in a completely new form within the blank experience.

This was no easy task. To be on the safe side, Voldemort transferred his last remaining soul essence to Nagini, a Horcrux beside him—Nagini was indeed loyal enough to him, but that wasn't enough to guarantee his safety.

Before its loyalty could shift, command it to find the other Horcruxes and awaken the spirit within them one by one—thus, one main soul dies, but the soul fragments in the other seven Horcruxes will give birth to him, based on the main soul's thoughts, yet completely forgetting everything.

As for whether these fragments of the soul are still Voldemort, or still Tom Riddle, in Voldemort's view, living like this is already a form of death.

Those fragmented souls will still have his thoughts, but they are no longer him—even if someone has the same appearance, thoughts, and even the same body as you as the vessel of his thoughts, he is indeed completely dead.
For Voldemort, this was a last resort, the only chance of survival in his desperate situation. He could only grasp at it and hope that the legendary Resurrection Stone, combined with the fragments of his soul that he had not yet destroyed, could produce a miracle.

Just as Voldemort's main soul completely disappeared, Nagini, one of the Horcruxes, suddenly began to writhe violently!

Its scales reflected the dim moonlight, and each violent wriggling movement made its body emit a piercing sound.

Branches snapped beneath its massive body, moss was crushed to dust, and blood flowed from its flesh, staining the surrounding ground. In this immense agony, Nagini's eyes were no longer empty; short limbs even sprouted from its body. It gradually rose, like a snake-man—grotesque and repulsive, yet strangely terrifying. It walked towards the distance, muttering:

"Gunter. Gunter's ring. The ring from Gunter's old house."

Its voice was very hoarse, like a woman's smoky voice—the great snake Nagini, or rather, the great snake Tom Riddle, thus abruptly entered the magical world.

In the quiet of the night at Hogwarts.

Harry's scar started hurting again, more than ever before!

In his sleep, his body temperature rose rapidly—he began to have a high fever and was plagued by nightmares.
Hiss, hiss, baby snake!
Hurry up and crawl over on the ground.

You should be especially good to Mofen.

Otherwise, we'll lock you outside the gate.

'Is someone humming a song in a parsley voice? Who is it?'

Harry felt a sharp pain in his head and instinctively opened his eyes.

It wasn't a Hogwarts dormitory. His thoughts flew through a large iron gate and into a bare courtyard. He landed.

He stood on the broken paving stones, his eyes meeting a square, gloomy, and rigid building surrounded by high railings. He heard his own voice, fierce and loud, intimidating in its tone—"I advise you not to provoke me, or you'll be in for a world of trouble, huh?"

What am I doing? Why am I threatening others?

Harry's pupils dilated in shock, and the scene before him shifted again—the rabbit hanging from the rafters, the child he had forced into the dark cave, and then Dumbledore, dressed in an impeccably tailored crimson velvet suit.
He felt an unprecedented frenzy, an unprecedented anger, an unprecedented excitement!
"Are my abilities... are they magic?"

He heard his own voice and was so excited it was almost distorted.

What skills do you have?

“All sorts of things.” Harry felt an excited blush spreading rapidly from his neck to his sunken cheeks. “I can make things move without touching them, and I can make animals obey my commands without training them.”

His legs were trembling.

He sat on the bed, head bowed, staring at his hands as if in prayer.

“I’ve always known I’m different.” Harry saw a pair of small, trembling hands. “I’ve always known I’m special, I’ve always known there’s something to this!”

(End of this chapter)