Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 166 You shall die here, Harry
“You…” Harry licked his lips, suddenly feeling the scar on his forehead begin to throb violently again. A terrible urge arose within him, a feeling that he wanted nothing more than to tear the people in front of him to pieces.
His thoughts were clearly written on his face—Harry's expression was ferocious and terrifying, looking at Damon as if he were looking at an irreconcilable enemy.

But the next moment, his eyes turned terrified, and his face turned deathly pale.

"You felt it? Do you hate me so much you want to kill me on the spot?"

"I"

Harry didn't want to admit that he had these thoughts, not at all.

He immediately realized that there was probably a shocking secret involved. Harry thought of his previous dream and suddenly connected the dots—he felt his mind become much more active, with many wicked thoughts popping up uncontrollably, but at the same time, his thinking became much sharper. Before, Harry would probably have been excited about this, but now, he only felt fear.
"It's Voldemort—my transformation is related to Voldemort?"

His face was so pale it was indistinguishable from that of a ghoul.

“Damon—” Dumbledore’s face showed a look of reluctance.

"No—I need to know!" Harry suddenly roared, his expression agitated! "It's just Voldemort, I'm not afraid of him, what did he do to me!"

“Take a deep breath, Harry,” Damon reassured Harry, whose expression was so sad he was almost crying. “With me and Dumbledore here, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, we’re just having a little trouble right now. We’ll get through it, you understand?”

"Hoo—" Harry took a deep breath.

Aside from Damon, no one could calm him down at this moment.

Harry trusted Damon even more than he trusted himself and Dumbledore.

Damon then looked at Dumbledore, whose expression was filled with sorrow, and said, "I think it might be better to witness this with our own eyes."

Witness it with your own eyes?

Dumbledore looked surprised.

What has Damon discovered this time?

Harry, suppressing his overwhelming unease, followed Damon along with the curious Dumbledore. On the way, Damon recounted the tragedy that Dumbledore had always struggled to tell Harry:

“Harry, this story begins a long, long time ago—when you were born.”

The three walked in the stairwell, and all the 'portraits' around them had their eyes closed and were silent, as if they were 'dead'.

"Voldemort killed your parents, and then he tried to kill you—but at the last moment, your mother protected you with the magic of love, and the power of love reflected Voldemort's Killing Curse back at him, killing him instead—you already know this, don't you?"

Harry nodded, looking quite anxious.

But he had a vague realization that this was not his emotion, but "his" one—otherwise, he would never have felt hatred towards Damon, no matter what Damon had done.

"Actually, things aren't that simple—the moment Voldemort was hit by his own Killing Curse, his soul was blasted away, but because of Voldemort's special nature, he didn't die. Instead, his soul attached itself to the only surviving soul in the collapsed house."

Harry's eyes widened, while Dumbledore remained silent, though his nostril twitched.

"So you mean... Voldemort's soul is attached to me?"

"To be precise, it's one of the souls." "Don't let Voldemort's seemingly unrestrained demeanor fool you; deep down, he's an extremely sensitive and humble person—he fears and resists death. He believes death is the fate of the weak, and that a great wizard must conquer death."

“I don’t agree with that,” Dumbledore interjected. “Death is just another great adventure, and Tom’s personality is too obsessive to understand that.”

Damon ignored Dumbledore, who was trying to lecture Harry at this point, and continued:

"Therefore, in order to escape death, Voldemort decided to create one of the most evil magical artifacts in the magical world—a Horcrux."

Only a wizard possessing extreme evil and extreme power could create such an inhuman artifact.

He divided his soul into '7' parts; 7 is a magical number, symbolizing the ultimate and power—as long as one of his seven souls lives, he will never die.

Harry's pupils were wide open, yet a feeling of anger and pride welled up within him—a feeling also instilled in him by Voldemort.

Is he proud of himself? Because he created something like this? And is he angry because Damon slandered him?

Harry seemed lost in thought, but the devil in his heart was about to surface, even making him want to speak up and refute Damon's words.

"Because of this characteristic, Voldemort is not completely dead. Fragments of his soul are attached to you—you can use this to perceive his thoughts when he is emotionally agitated, which is why you have had headaches for the past two semesters—that often means Voldemort is about to do evil."

Harry suddenly realized, feeling his blood run cold. "So, I'm actually one of Voldemort's alter egos? Then, if I die, this fragment of his soul will disappear?"

"That's right. Strictly speaking, you are one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If we want to kill Voldemort completely, we must kill you as well."

Harry felt his body growing colder and colder. His mind was in turmoil, torn between two completely conflicting emotions—sadness and triumph—and he was triumphant, yet he wanted to cry.

He doesn't want to die.

But if killing him could exchange for the death of Voldemort, the enemy who killed his parents, he would do it!
“Then do it! Kill me now!” Harry roared suddenly. “Let me die with this beast! If I could, I would have done it long ago—I’ve thought about it countless times in countless nights! Do it, Damon!”

The young man's determination burned like gold, and he even wished that Damon would do it right away!

"Brilliant idea, Harry! Your determination deserves my congratulations!"

The three stopped on the eighth floor. The plump woman's figure appeared on the door, her eyes tightly closed.

Damon abruptly turned around and declared:

“Then die here now—you will become the ghost savior of Gryffindor, and no one will forget your deeds.”

Damon raised his wand, and Dumbledore's expression changed drastically as he tried to stop him, but he saw Harry staring intently into Damon's eyes!

At this moment, the two teenagers felt each other's determination and acknowledged it!
No one can stop it! No one will stop it!
Even Dumbledore, unable to understand romance, couldn't stop all of this from happening!

"Kill me, Damon! If only one person can do this, I hope it's not anyone else, it can only be you!"

Harry stared intently at him, all his confusion vanishing! Right now, right here, he was going to die together with Voldemort!
This was by no means a wrongful death, for the most outstanding person in the magical world was there to carry out his dying wish!

(End of this chapter)