Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

That ominous darkness is a trap that leads to the reversal of divine will!

It is a defense mechanism that is implanted into the human brain by external force.

A method specifically designed to prevent memories from being spied on.

The moment John sensed something amiss, he immediately exited Legilimency.

But the curse, as deep as an abyss, clung to him like a malignant tumor, invading his soul along with his consciousness.

Suddenly, my vision went black.

John's consciousness sank into a pitch-black space.

"Um?"

Suddenly, a questioning murmur came from the void.

The next moment, it turned into a cold, sinister voice.

"Oh, isn't this our genius boy, John Merrick?"

A familiar voice, carrying the hiss of a snake flicking its tongue and the languid smile of someone long accustomed to a high position.

Voldemort.

John immediately understood his current situation.

Voldemort planted a trap in Fenrir's mind, ready to pry into his key memories if anyone tried to do so.

The trap will then be triggered, causing a reverse invasion of the mind-stealer's consciousness.

Careless.

John immediately attempted to perform a brain shut-in.

But he is currently just a consciousness and has no real ability to take any action.

"The Dark Lord..."

At that moment, another voice rang out in the pitch-black space of consciousness.

It's Fenrir.

It seems that his consciousness was also drawn into his mind.

"Useless trash, shut up."

Voldemort coldly rebuked, his voice still coming from the void.

Fenrir did not speak again.

Then, there was another deathly silence, followed by Voldemort's laughter once more.

"Heh, Merrick, a Mudblood, to have accomplished this much, I can't help but admire him."

"Really? Should I bow and thank you for your compliment?"

John responded with a cold laugh.

"Heh, looks like you haven't grasped the current situation..."

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The pitch-black space seemed to ripple, and the next moment, an excruciating pain shot through my consciousness.

"Well!!!"

John couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan.

The pain felt like millions of red-hot steel needles, piercing every inch of my thought process.

The Heart-Piercing Curse.

Voldemort was able to launch attacks directly at the level of consciousness.

No, this should be one of the functions of that trap.

It's less like casting a spell and more like activating the trap's attack module.

Moreover, this was the first time John had truly experienced the agony of having his bones ripped out.

Previously, they were protected by another soul.

But at this moment, his consciousness was completely exposed to Voldemort.

"So, have you come to terms with reality?"

Voldemort's voice came again from the darkness, with a hint of cat-and-mouse schadenfreude.

John did not answer, but instead tried to feel his control over his consciousness space.

This is his brain, not Voldemort's territory!

Moreover, Voldemort is just a cripple whose soul is incomplete; how could he possibly truly rule this place?

John's mind began to flood with happy memories.

The guardian's light shone from the void, becoming the only point of light in the void.

"What?"

Voldemort's shocked voice rang out.

The reason why guardian deities are called guardian deities is not just for the sake of sounding nice.

Rather, it is that it can truly protect everything worth protecting anytime, anywhere.

A silvery-white halo suddenly exploded.

The pitch-black space of consciousness began to crumble away, and specks of white light shone into it.

Don't hurt your brother!

Another voice, both strange and familiar, like that of a child, came from the white light.

The next moment, a small figure tore through the light barrier and rushed out.

By unleashing the tide of souls and combining it with the power of the Guardian Angel, Voldemort and Fenrir's consciousnesses were directly expelled from John's consciousness space.

The darkness completely dissipated, leaving only a pure white space.

However, before John could react...

His consciousness also began to gradually detach from this space and fall into the real world.

At the very last moment before completely escaping the space of consciousness.

John saw the small figure waving at him.

[Brother, don't be afraid! I will protect you!]

John wanted to respond, but the next second...

He opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is Hermione's anxious face against the gray sky.

came back?

"John! You're awake!"

When Hermione saw John open his eyes, she immediately cupped his face in her hands with excitement and nervousness, and asked anxiously.

"How are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? What happened?"

Concerned words rained down on John's ears like a barrage of bullets.

The others noticed John had woken up and quickly gathered around.

Harry, Ron, Ginny.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

John didn't answer them immediately, but instead sat up.

Before him lay a broken street, and Fenrir's body lay among it.

Sirius was holding his wand and controlling him, while Hagrid just walked out of Knockturn Alley, carrying two Death Eaters.

Beside him was the owner of Bokinbock.

Draco and Narcissa were nowhere to be seen.

"Didn't you say you had to leave first? We were just about to head back."

"Then you suddenly appeared and defeated those Death Eaters."

"You had already won, but then you suddenly fainted."

Harry quickly recounted the scene they had witnessed to John.

John rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Everything that had just happened was like torn film, piecing together fragmented memories.

"I'm sorry to have worried you..."

"I think I just stepped into Voldemort's trap..."

John said, his head spinning.

"What? Where's Voldemort?"

Upon hearing this name, Harry and the others were startled.

However, John immediately added.

"It wasn't him personally, but rather a trap he hid in that werewolf's mind."

"I tried to use Legilimency to see their plans, but I was caught in a trap left by Voldemort."

Hermione asked anxiously after hearing this.

"So how are you doing now?"

"I'm fine now, I..."

John instinctively wanted to say that he had received some unknown help, but he stopped himself from saying it.

He was recalling the voice he had heard.

A little girl's voice called out to her brother, but he had never had a sister.

And why was she able to appear in my own consciousness space?

John covered his head, trying hard to recall that small figure.

It seems familiar.

Being able to enter one's own consciousness space...

Could it be another soul within me?

This isn't right...

Shouldn't the other soul inside me be male?

Shouldn't it be the original soul of this body?

How could it be a tiny little girl?

and many more...

I don't think I've ever confirmed that the other soul inside me is the original owner of this body...

I was reincarnated... Is it possible that I was the original owner from the very beginning?

There is no such thing as another self...

So...

Who is that little girl?