Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 169 You mean I was actually defeated by two people?
Dumbledore was speechless after Damon's words, and looked at him with a somewhat helpless expression.
This disciple is truly rebellious. Not only does he show no respect for his teacher, but he also tries to exploit him.
Although his responsibilities were indeed heavy, his feelings were still somewhat complicated when his disciple pointed it out so bluntly.

Actually, Damon's statement was already quite tactful.

It's hard to imagine how complicated Dumbledore's feelings would have been if he had simply said what he was thinking: "Dumbledore, you're at the age where you should be raking in gold coins, who gave you permission to rest?"

I wonder if Westerners in the 19th century could accept hellish jokes?
The three set an agenda, and Damon wrote a letter to Borgin Blogger, asking the resourceful black marketeer to get him a Pensieve—although Dumbledore also had one, but since Dumbledore had decided to personally teach Harry Occlumency, Damon guessed that he would probably use the Pensieve.

Great Hangleton, in the heart of England.

Nagini, completely concealed in a black robe, finally arrived here after a long and confusing journey.

She walked along a country lane, flanked by tall, intertwined hedges, with the summer sky overhead as clear and blue as forget-me-nots.

Nagini followed her heart—she felt a sense of familiarity with the place, even though she had never been before.
In the dense shadows cast by the ancient trees in the sky, Nagini found the house from his memory—half-hidden among the tangled roots of the trees—Gunter's old house.

Nagini slowly approached the dilapidated old house.

A corner of the roof had collapsed, the stone walls were covered with moss and cracks, and the window frames were hollow like the eye sockets of a blind person.

For some reason, looking at the house made Nagini feel a bit irritable.
"what!"

Her beautiful brows furrowed sharply, and she crouched on the ground in anguish—she felt a flood of memories rushing into her mind. They were about herself, about her story, the story before Voldemort turned her into a Horcrux.
“Blood Curse Nagini. I am the Blood Orc—Nagini.”

She opened her eyes in terror, looking at her hands, unable to comprehend what had happened to her.

Wasn't she permanently transformed into a viper by the curse, losing all her own thoughts? How come she has regained her memory and sanity now?
"Nagini! My loyal servant! Do not forget my command!"

Before the girl could even process what had happened to her, a powerful psychological suggestion, accompanied by a ferocious roar, echoed in her ears.

The original Nagini was completely unable to disobey such orders.

But now, with yet another Horcrux destroyed by Damon, Voldemort has lost another fragment of his soul—meaning that the energy that the main soul is channeling into Nagini has increased—which should have been distributed among the other Horcruxes.

According to Voldemort's plan, Nagini would find his other Horcruxes one after another. Even if something unexpected happened along the way, at least two or more Horcruxes would be activated. At that time, there would be three clones with Voldemort's mind active in the wizarding world, and his chances of resurrection would be greatly increased.

Now that Nagini has his own ideas, everything seems to be about to change.
Nagini's face showed struggle—her character was too weak; she could not resist Voldemort's will with only a partial return of her sanity. She lacked both the resolve and the strength.

Nagini pushed open the wooden door that was locked by a snake.

sand.

Large clumps of sand fell as the door opened, and the air inside was damp and sticky.
Nagini hesitated as she walked through the living room, her gaze sweeping over the broken furniture, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart grew stronger.

She approached the fireplace, her gaze settling on an old stone wall blackened by dust and smoke.

She stretched out her finger and gently pressed the edge of a brick, causing it to sink slightly in a strange way—Voldemort, such a clever man, did not choose to use magic to hide his treasure, but instead used the methods of Muggles, whom he looked down upon—he believed that this way, no one else could find it.

With a soft "click," a crack slowly appeared in the floor beside the fireplace, revealing a hidden compartment.

Nagini bent down and reached inside, taking out a small ebony box with an intricate serpentine pattern carved on the lid.

Nagini hesitated before opening the box. An old gold ring lay quietly on a velvet cushion, its face set with a dark gold gemstone. A deep light emanated from the center of the gemstone, as if anyone who gazed upon it would be swallowed up.

Gaunt's ring. The extremely attractive dark gold gem on it is the legendary Resurrection Stone. Voldemort had studied it carefully and thought it was nothing but a ridiculous legend.

He believed that perhaps one day Dumbledore would find the ring and place a sinister curse on it—a curse that would cost Dumbledore dearly. But the curse would not harm his soul—they shared the same origin.

Nagini placed her finger in the center of the ring and gently closed her eyes.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
The room fell silent; nothing happened.

But at some point, the hissing of venomous snakes began to echo through the room—"Hiss~~~~~~"

After being disintegrated and gathered by Voldemort himself, the soul fragments residing in Nagini's body surged into Gaunt's ring at this moment—as the origin of the soul and the divided soul merged, the divided soul, which was originally in a dormant and ready state, gradually 'awakened'.

"Woo——————"

A terrifying wailing sound accompanied by a man's roar rang out, and a black soul with only a noseless, ugly face flew out of Gaunt's ring and coiled around Nagini.

"I sense a familiar presence on you—who are you? Why am I here?"

Nagini instinctively knelt on one knee and responded, trembling:
"You are the great Dark Lord, and I am your loyal servant!"

"Servant? Why do I sense the same feeling from you as I do? Even more powerful than me? Hmm?!"

"You lost to Harry Potter, lost your body, and your soul was also struck by Damon White, causing it to disintegrate—you decided to place your hopes on your fragmented soul, so let me awaken you."

"are you kidding me?"

The black spirit howled and pressed against Nagini's face—a move that startled Nagini.

"I'm telling the truth, how could I dare to lie to you?"

"You mean, the great, all-powerful me actually lost to two people? And that doesn't even include Dumbledore!"

Where is Dumbledore? Where is he?!

"I didn't know you kept saying Damon White's name before you died."

"Damon White."

The ugly, black face had its eyes narrowed into slits, making it look like a snake.

"I have no body, do not resist, let me merge into your body."

"Yes"

Nagini instinctively sensed something was wrong, but she was too weak to refuse or resist.

The awakened fragment of her soul thus merged into her body.

When Nagini raised her head again, a wild smile that was completely out of character appeared on her face.

"Harry Potter, Damon White. When did these two figures emerge in the wizarding world?"

(End of this chapter)