Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 171 Whoever is stronger is the true form.

"Main Soul, let's just call him Tom. As for me, I should forget the past and give myself a new name."

The voice of the divided soul was clear and gentle, like a spring, as it spoke:
"The past is the past. Now we must fulfill Tom's last wish and live for ourselves."

Nagini nodded in agreement.

Her actions only worsened the divided soul's mood. How could Tom have allowed this slow-witted and disloyal fool to be a confidant? Didn't he have any backup plans before he died?

Naturally there is.

If Damon hadn't destroyed the crown, affecting Voldemort's soul, his control over Nagini before his death wouldn't have faltered so badly, allowing Nagini to develop her own thoughts.

The voice of the split soul was calm and low, with a hint of sadness in it, "Now in this world, we are the only ones who are connected to each other. We should support each other and walk together."

Therefore, I have a different opinion regarding the main soul plan you mentioned earlier.

What do you mean?

"The main soul's idea is simple: to make you awaken the hidden sub-souls in all the soul artifacts, gather these sub-souls together, and condense them into a power—so that perhaps one day, one of us will become truly powerful, powerful enough to even resurrect him."

But such an idea is clearly foolish.

"How could someone as great as me, destined to be someone whose name no one dares to call out, possibly tolerate sharing a body with someone else?"
Don't even mention seven of me; even if there were only two of me here, we wouldn't always agree—and when that happens, whose opinion should we listen to?

Nagini became even more uneasy.

"You mean I won't awaken the remaining fragments of the soul?"

“No—of course we’ll awaken them, just a little later.” The voice of the split soul became even gentler. “You don’t need to awaken all the split souls at once—we should create a body for me, and then I will leave you. You can go and live the life you want, and I will be reborn as the Dark Lord.”

"If, if I fail again—" As he said this, the split soul's voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of suppression, which made Nagini's heart beat faster.

"When the time comes, you can quietly find the next Soul Weapon, awaken the new split soul, and continue this business."

That way, we'll have seven chances, isn't that wonderful?

Nagini thought the idea was good.

More importantly, she didn't want any more people to exist in her brain as split souls—she felt she would be driven crazy.

"You're right. So our next plan is to find you a body?"

Nagini, recalling the split soul's words about "living one's own life," was filled with motivation and even took the initiative to push forward the issue.

“Indeed, but this is extremely difficult. We need ‘father’s bone,’ ‘servant’s flesh,’ ‘enemy’s blood,’ and a full cauldron of resurrection potion—for this, we need even more power.”

"Do you want my meat?" Nagini's voice was somewhat panicked.

"No, of course not."

If the divided soul had a body, he would probably be so angry that his veins would be bulging right now.

"Don't worry, I don't need your body. As the Dark Lord, I once had a large number of servants—believe it or not, all I need to do is send out a message, and my loyal servants will immediately return to my side?"

"Wouldn't this be too dangerous? What about Master White and Dumbledore? What if they come to kill us?"

Nagini seemed worried about this, unlike the split soul who was more confident. "Of course, we need to plan this carefully—also, I need to get used to your body in case we need to fight at a crucial moment."

We've already tried splitting the soul before.

He couldn't occupy Nagini's body for long—which is why he patiently coaxed the fool.

He must create a completely new body for himself.

In addition, he must also find a way to possess all the soul fragments that his original body left in Nagini's body!

Awaken the other split souls? Revive the original body?

ridiculous!!!

Whoever is stronger is the true master.

Since he was the first to awaken, he is the destined Dark Lord, so how could he possibly awaken other fragments of his soul to cause him trouble?
Is he hoping those fragmented souls will become his help?

Voldemort didn't have such naive ideas—although he said he wanted to give himself a new name, he considered the name Tom Riddle a disgrace and certainly didn't want to be associated with it in any way.

Voldemort was the name he truly recognized.

The Voldemort of the past is dead, and he will return as Voldemort at his strongest.

Moreover, the enemy is in the open while he is in the shadows, giving him ample time to plan everything.

First—he needs to find himself a suitable wand!
Although something unknown had clearly happened on Voldemort's side, Damon wasn't too worried—he could roughly guess what had happened.

Voldemort's soul was already barely clinging to life; if Wormtail hadn't rescued him in the third semester, it probably would have dissipated on its own much sooner.

Even in such a weakened state, he still managed to use the curse to coordinate with Lockhart. After being defeated by him and Dumbledore, he must have become even more vulnerable—to be honest, Damon is really afraid he'll die.

After all, if Voldemort were dead, the fragments of Harry's soul would be a bit more difficult to unravel.

But isn't the nature of Horcruxes, these evil objects, such that as long as one Horcrux exists, the wizard can never die? Doesn't this thing involve the soul?

Or did Voldemort split his soul too many times, causing him to break down?

"I really envy you. Final exams are coming up soon, but you still look so relaxed."

Hermione sat to Damon's left, holding a series of reference books.

"Oh, I wish I could be as smart as Damon."

Harry slumped onto the table next to Ron like a lost soul—he had to learn Occlumency from Dumbledore once a week, and although the learning process was very interesting, the mental exhaustion afterward was no joke.

Harry felt a deep sense of admiration for Damon, who, after learning Occlumency from Snape, would still spend weekends practicing spells with them in the Room of Requirement.

"Dude, you're already daydreaming in broad daylight?"

Ron teased him, propping himself up on the homework on the research table with one hand—he's becoming more and more mature these days, and even Ron himself enjoys this change—without realizing it, he no longer needs to worry about homework and exams?
Hermione and Damon turned their heads and smiled at them.

Under a dazzling ray of sunshine, the summer semester came to an end.

(End of this chapter)