My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

“Harry, the truth can be whitewashed. History is often written by the victors. Is the evil you see really evil? Is the justice you see really justice?”

Harry, believe me, we are the same kind of people. We are all fighting for justice, and we represent true justice.

The term "Dark Lord" is merely a description used by the victors. To me, the Dark Lord has never existed in this world; the only one in this world is the White Lord.

"Dumbledore is the real evil king, Harry! He and his evil henchmen, the Order of the Phoenix, secretly control all of Britain, and I am actually a righteous partner working to overthrow his rule!"

Voldemort spoke with an air of arrogance, and Harry's first reaction upon hearing this news was that Voldemort was lying.

"I think you should know what the three unforgivable curses are."

Voldemort suddenly asked a question, and Harry instinctively answered: "Avada Kedavra, Crucifixion, Imperius Curse."

Upon hearing this answer, Voldemort nodded and said:

"The thought of handing over the most unforgivable curse, Avada Kedavra, to all eleven-year-old children in Britain is so horrific that it sends chills down my spine."

Those spells are completely inaccessible to 11-year-olds. Constantly practicing spells that require killing to gain power will only distort their understanding of the world.

Voldemort shook his head at this point, and Harry, upon hearing this answer, refused to consider why Dumbledore had done this: "Headmaster Dumbledore... perhaps he simply had his own reasons."

Looking at Harry in front of him, Voldemort felt pleased: "Harry, my dear son, you have wavered, your heart has wavered."

You don't want to think about it, right? In that case, let me tell you the answer and reveal the whole truth to you.

Dumbledore did this to train an army, an army that could help him rule the world!

As Voldemort finished speaking, recalling the kind Dumbledore, Harry retorted without hesitation, "That's impossible! Headmaster Dumbledore is not that kind of person at all!"

"Do you know Dumbledore better than I do! Harry, I was fooled by him too, and even worked as his glove for a time, but I found out the truth."

The greatest white wizard defeated the dark wizard for justice? Hahahaha, utterly absurd, absolutely absurd! The starting point for that event wasn't justice at all, but a betrayal for power!

Recalling the information he had gathered about the previous leader, Voldemort spoke excitedly, while Harry subconsciously took a few steps back: "It's all fake, it's all your manipulation."

Chapter 1229: Voldemort: I often feel out of place among you because I'm not evil enough.

"Harry, my dear son, the savior who inherited my blood, you have never truly seen this world clearly."

You don't understand Dumbledore at all. If you're trying to uncover the cruel truth beneath the surface of peaceful daily life, you can look for it through the name Grindelwald.

To find... the true face of Dumbledore, the ambitious White Hound who mass-produces armies of wizards in an attempt to conquer the world!

Voldemort continued to bewitch him, saying that he was no less skilled at manipulating human nature now that he had recovered considerably.

The truth is often the one that is discovered by oneself, and it is more trustworthy to let Harry find the truth himself rather than let me tell him.

"I won't fall for your tricks!"

Harry spoke with conviction, but he hesitated inwardly. Dumbledore... was his true self really what he appeared to be?

"I'm sorry, my dear son, I'm currently being hunted by Dumbledore's henchmen, and I need to find out some information about Dumbledore's agents abroad."

As Voldemort spoke, he secretly used Legilimency.

Dumbledore's foreign henchman? Could he be the one who imparted the knowledge of madness to me?

But that beautiful blonde woman didn't seem like a bad person, and she even called herself a saint.

Although, I felt that the knowledge he imparted to me was a bit strange...

Harry subconsciously thought of the Madman's knowledge, while Voldemort, having read this, was certain of his understanding.

No way. The one who suddenly made Harry stronger was Helbo, and that so-called madman's knowledge was practically the darkest of the dark magic!

But a blonde older sister? A saint?

Hmph, as expected of the inventor of Horcruxes, the legendary dark wizard Helbo, who was so despicable. I never thought he could be this despicable.

Disguising yourself as a woman to seduce an 11-year-old wizard, you've got some serious skills, Helbo. Even I, Voldemort, wouldn't be this depraved.

Is abandoning so-called morality and face the real secret to Halbo's strength?

Voldemort realized that Helbo was no ordinary man; he was the kind of person who would stop at nothing to win. He was capable of even seduce minors by pretending to be a blonde older sister. Voldemort dared not imagine what else Helbo might do.

Not a bad person? It seems my dear "son" Harry has been thoroughly deceived by that sinful man.

Voldemort pondered with the utmost malice, when suddenly he sensed that the reaction from Legilimency was somewhat off.

Oh no, Helbo must have left something behind for Harry!

The next moment, Voldemort felt a series of overlapping sounds washing over his mind, and in a daze, he seemed to see the figure of the blonde older sister.

?

Why does she call herself a blonde big sister?

Putting aside the question of gender, at his age, Hailbo could be the great-great ...

Voldemort immediately stopped Legilimency, deeply aware of Halberd's terrifying nature. "Was this also part of your plan, you despicable Halberd!"

"Even if Dumbledore is truly evil, everything I see is beautiful!"

The evil you speak of has forged the beauty of my world; as for who the true evil is, I have already made my decision!

Although Harry was somewhat skeptical of Dumbledore, he outwardly supported him.

Voldemort, having regained his senses, looked at Harry with a surge of joy, and his heart wavered—completely wavered.

Very good, let's press on. We can also make use of Helbo's brainwashing words from earlier.

Hmph, let your schemes against me become the catalyst for my complete resurrection.

"Harry, is what you're seeing really the real world? Your entire life has been fabricated by Dumbledore himself!"

At this point, Voldemort's expression became excited. He started circling Harry, waving his arms and shouting in a reciting tone:

"Harry, look around the world!"

Can you hear the children's cries of despair? Can you feel the city crumbling apart?

You didn't notice the sneer of those who succeeded in their schemes; have you ever considered that friends are no longer friends, and homes are no longer homes?

After Voldemort finished speaking, he prepared to repeat himself, and the lines that Helbo had made up actually sounded somewhat natural.

Faced with Voldemort's words, Harry froze, a voice suddenly echoing in his mind: "What happened? What happened? What happened?"

"What happened? What happened? What happened?"

Harry subconsciously repeated the voice in his mind, and facing Harry at this moment, Voldemort felt as if he saw Helbo's sinister smile, the falling apart of Hogwarts, and the mournful cries of his loyal children.

This feeling... what did that Helbo guy do to Harry's brain!

Voldemort immediately realized the problem: Harry seemed to be in a similar state to himself.

Helbo was likely a spell placed on Harry that would bombard his mind if he heard something he shouldn't have.

"Harry, don't worry, Daddy's coming to save you!"

Voldemort deliberately feigned a loving father-son relationship in an attempt to help Harry.

Unfortunately, the contact with that thing was too brief, and Voldemort had no way of determining how the spell worked.

If we disregard dark magic and only consider ordinary magic, I am no match for Dumbledore. In that case, I'll leave this trouble to Dumbledore.

"Damn it, that bastard Dumbledore has finally shown his true colors! Harry, Daddy's going to use the Philosopher's Stone to help you right now!"

But at that moment, Voldemort suddenly thought of a possibility and then tried to use the magic of the Philosopher's Stone to help Harry.

It has some effect, but the effect is weak.

With the aid of a large amount of magic, Voldemort unleashed the white magic he knew so well.

Unfortunately, the effect was ultimately not very good. Looking at Harry Voldemort with a deeply pained expression, he said:

“My dear son, the reason you are in so much pain is probably because this is not reality. I have a guess that you will not be in so much pain once you return to reality.”

In that case, Harry, let's return to reality and temporarily return to Dumbledore's clutches.

Also, be careful around your closest people, Harry. Have you ever considered that your friends might no longer be friends? Have you ever considered that your friends might no longer be friends?

In response to Voldemort's questioning, Harry, in a state of confusion, repeated the words in his mind: "What happened? What happened? What happened?"

Seeing Harry looking like he'd gone mad, Voldemort simply used a spell to send Harry back to reality.

Chapter 1230: The Strategic Meeting After Seizing the Philosopher's Stone

"As expected of the legendary dark wizard who created Horcruxes, his moral compass is indeed extremely flexible, and he can easily do many things that I cannot do."

Voldemort said from the bottom of his heart that he himself could never actually transform into a blonde older sister to brainwash an 11-year-old boy.

As for the brainwashing method left behind by Helbo, it was perfectly normal in Voldemort's eyes. On the contrary, if he hadn't left such a method, he wouldn't have deserved to be called a legendary dark wizard.

"Now that we have the magic stone, let's find a place to try out this treasure."

After speaking, Voldemort's consciousness gradually merged with reality. In the real world, he, hiding in the upper level of the secret chamber, quickly fled towards the place where he had previously been hiding, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Meanwhile, in the lower level of the Chamber of Secrets, Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, whose eyes were vacant, with somewhat confused expressions.

He's too arrogant. It's all because of his arrogance that Harry has become like this.

The guilt in their hearts was hard to hide on their faces, and a flame rose from afar, the phoenix Fawkes, a legend passed down in the Dumbledore family, had arrived at the scene.

Dumbledore followed closely behind, and seeing Harry's vacant eyes and constant muttering to himself about what had happened, Dumbledore immediately realized something was wrong:

"What happened? What did Voldemort do to him?"

Faced with this problem, the two, who had placed their hopes for a cure on Dumbledore, did not hesitate to tell him everything they knew. After listening, Dumbledore looked into the depths of the Chamber of Secrets.

The magic stone that was originally stored in the magic circle had disappeared. As for who took it, that question is obvious.

"This world is indeed vast. Voldemort actually possesses a spell capable of breaking my magic circle?"

After muttering something to himself, Dumbledore immediately turned his gaze to Harry:

"Anyway, I'll take Harry to the headmaster's office first. I'll leave Hermione and Madam Pomfrey to you. Please have her come to my office; she's the real expert in medical matters."

"Ron, could you please go find Professor Snape? What happened to Harry is very likely an attack on the soul, and Snape is extremely skilled in this area."

After saying this, the three of them went their separate ways. A dozen minutes later, Professor Snape arrived first at the principal's office.

"What are they doing? What exactly happened?"

Looking at Harry lying on the makeshift hospital bed created using Transfiguration, Snape frowned and asked instinctively.