Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 362 Twin Souls

"Harry?!"

Not only was Murphy taken aback, but Lucas beside him was even more horrified.

How come Harry has changed so much in just a few years? She could naturally sense Voldemort's presence, but how could this be?

The "self" is the singularity of the ideal world. No external spirit can forcibly invade it, whether it is "possession" or other mental means. As long as the other party is determined, it is almost impossible to succeed.

Harry was the person with the strongest willpower he had ever met, apart from his teachers.

The only possible reason why Voldemort wanted to possess Harry is that Harry had come to accept something about Voldemort from the bottom of his heart—something had prompted him to change.

Lucas frowned; he had already figured out the reason.

In an instant, Lucas felt an overwhelming rage—rage at the pain she had caused her friend, and even more so at Voldemort for taking advantage of his vulnerability to possess his body. At that moment, she felt an unprecedented and unparalleled contempt for her past despicable actions.

"Voldemort! Let him go!" Lucas drew his wand without hesitation. "Or I'll kill you!"

Harry lowered his head, his red eyes gleaming menacingly as he stared at her. "Ah, a failure. You actually felt sorry for him? You considered him a friend? That's ridiculous."

With that, Harry gave a twisted smile. "You want me to release him? Don't you know that it was you who caused the cracks in his heart?"

Lucas turned pale, realizing he'd been hit where it hurt.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

Voldemort said, "Four years ago, I was once again on the verge of death."

As he spoke, he glared at Murphy with hatred, "It's all because of you, Murphy, Professor, that you added poison to my resurrection potion, preventing my body from taking shape..."

"But you didn't die." Murphy frowned as well; he really hadn't expected this turn of events.

"I will not die!" Voldemort roared. "I have transcended death! That poison merely stripped me of my body, turning me back into a wandering spirit."

"I was extremely weak and could barely maintain my senses, but at that moment, I sensed a warm place and felt the presence of my own kind. I rushed there on instinct and then ate that thing..."

"Later I realized that it was a piece of my own soul residing in Harry Potter's mind!"

"Invading the soul of a living person should normally be extremely difficult, but at that time, he must have been unconscious and unable to offer any effective resistance. But more importantly, my own soul was inside his mind!"

"Ha, unbelievable!" Voldemort exclaimed. "If it weren't for that chance moment, I would never have imagined such a thing! There's a piece of my soul inside Harry Potter's mind!"

"I think that must be the legacy I left him when I was on the verge of death last time..."

"Harry Potter is a Parseltongue, and he has extraordinary magical talent, ha! Of course! That's because he has a fragment of my soul! He's someone I created!"

"Once I realized this, I understood that Harry Potter was the most perfect Horcrux; he was the best resurrection potion I had unintentionally created for myself; he was the body I had prepared for myself!"

"My soul was extremely weak, but it grew up alongside Harry Potter. You've heard of parasitic twins, right? That soul was like Harry's twin brother, residing within his soul, having its own place within it. I dwelled there, waiting for my chance."

"I soon realized that I could influence him, just as my soul had given him the Parsleyan accent!"

"Harry was very sad at that time; a crack appeared in his heart."

"Because of you, Tom... no, Lucas? Are you calling yourself that ridiculous name now?"

"He felt he had lost his best friend, someone he considered his closest soulmate, who had died saving him, and he felt guilty and ashamed..."

Lucas felt as if he had been punched hard in the stomach; he could barely look Harry in the eye, even though he knew that someone else was behind those eyes.

"The pain tormented him, and he was very confused, so I told him that it was all because he was not strong enough, that he did not have the power to protect his friends."

"He believed it," Harry laughed. "Why not? He thought it was his own belief, and he never doubted it!"

"So he began to focus on the study of magic. I guided him and made him fascinated with black magic and the knowledge of death. He found that he was very good at these things and could learn them very quickly. Of course, I only needed to share some of my knowledge."

"I nurtured him as if he were my own child, guiding him down the path I had walked. He acquired enough knowledge and power as I had hoped, but strangely... there was something that always stood in his way, preventing him from being blinded by power..."

"Harry Potter, I have to admit, this kid is different. He's not like a fool like Quirrell; his willpower is beyond imagination. Even in the face of the greatest temptation, he remains rational."

"Countless times, I urged him to take that step. He has already learned how to make Horcruxes, he has already witnessed the terror of death. He only needs to kill an insignificant, even despised, Muggle, and he can possess power beyond death!"

"But he managed to control himself."

Harry's face showed a mixture of hatred, anxiety, confusion, and fear. "At one point, I thought I had completely failed, that I would never have a chance to make a comeback. Harry Potter would always act according to those damned consciences, I would never have a chance to take this body back, and I was even trapped in it, never able to get rid of it."

"In fact, over the past four years, I have shared my power far too many times, and our souls have become increasingly intertwined. If I cannot seize his soul, then one day he will devour me and completely erase my existence."

"Just when I was about to despair..." Harry's face suddenly lit up with wild joy, "I've waited for this opportunity! Sirius is dead!"

"ha!"

"Harry Potter's spirit was almost destroyed. The thing that supported him was broken." Harry laughed wildly. "So that's what love is! It's nothing but a false illusion, a cowardly attempt to find comfort in others! Once that fragile entity that was supporting him dies, he suffers immense trauma."

"I simply cannot understand this kind of behavior of creating weaknesses for oneself," Harry sneered. "But it doesn't matter. Harry has no support now. His mind is defenseless. He needs anything that can save him."

"I was incredibly excited, but I forced myself to calm down. I knew that Harry Potter was an unreasonable guy, just like Dumbledore. Such a person wouldn't do anything against his principles for himself, but once they found that so-called 'love' excuse, they could do whatever they wanted."

"So I told him we could resurrect Sirius."

"It's a goal driven by 'love'," Harry laughed, seemingly pleased with the cleverness of his plan. "He can't refuse such an excuse."

"And so, he believed me. He opened up everything to me, and I completely took control of this body."

"I, Voldemort, have been resurrected, and I will be more powerful than ever before."

(End of this chapter)