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

"These children are trying to confront Voldemort, who has obtained the Philosopher's Stone. Snape's skill in spells may be greater than we anticipated."

He possessed a method to break my magic circle, theoretically flawless in this era, and had already successfully implemented it. Now that Voldemort has taken the Philosopher's Stone, Harry is in his current predicament.

Dumbledore offered an explanation, while Snape, seeing Harry constantly whispering about what was happening, quickly began to diagnose.

He was indeed an expert on matters of the soul, and he quickly came to a conclusion: "It should be a brainwashing method, and the final result is very likely to be loyalty to Voldemort."

Snape shared his conjecture, and Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "I think so too. The most important thing now is to find a way to suppress this state."

"Although it's difficult, there are still methods to follow. I will cure him before he goes insane."

Snape gave a cold reply, and Dumbledore felt a sharp pain in his heart as he glanced at Harry, whose eyes were lifeless.

I feel so sorry for James and Lily.

What on earth did Voldemort do to Harry that he could torment the child to this extent?

"I will cure it, children, don't worry, we will definitely make him normal again."

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey tried to comfort Harry's two companions who were guarding him. Ron and Hermione, as if they had found someone to confide in, pleaded with Madam Pomfrey to help Harry regain his sanity.

At that moment, Snape's icy voice suddenly rang out: "Mr. Ron, Miss Hermione, could you please shut up?"

Looking into Harry's lifeless green eyes, Snape felt relieved; things weren't as bad as he had imagined.

Perhaps due to insufficient magic, Voldemort was unable to completely destroy Harry.

"If necessary, we can consider using the Oblivion Spell this time."

Looking at Snape, Dumbledore remained silent for a moment before saying that he couldn't imagine what kind of hellish torment Harry had endured to become in his current state of listlessness.

"Don't worry, I've found a clue to break the spell. Give me a few more days, and I'll make sure he's back to normal."

Snape said with certainty that the Potions Master had clearly found the right method.

"That would be perfect."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the good news, while on the other side, Voldemort had already reunited with the other versions of himself.

"I have obtained the Philosopher's Stone."

Looking at the two souls that had split off from him, Voldemort spoke calmly.

In reality, Voldemort is hesitating about one thing: whether or not to take this opportunity to eliminate his two split souls.

There must be one Voldemort, and there can only be one Voldemort.

I cannot tolerate the existence of multiple versions of myself in this world, and I will eventually eliminate the drawbacks of Horcruxes.

Upon recalling his diary, Voldemort's expression instantly darkened.

"The magic stone? Getting those things is a good thing; at least it will be of great help to our next steps."

"Master Soul, did you gather any useful intelligence during this operation?"

The calm split soul had already guessed Voldemort's thoughts, so it directly asked the question, preparing to demonstrate its value first.

"Intelligence... Helbo and we are not of one mind. His enemy Dumbledore is probably true, but their alliance with us is definitely not for pure purposes."

Moreover, that guy has probably already tried to pin the blame on us many times.

Voldemort spoke in a speculative tone, and the calm split soul that heard this speculation was slightly taken aback: "I know that Helbo is probably involved in something, but how did you guess about being framed?"

"Harry Potter learned a system of knowledge called Madman from Helpo, which contains a lot of dark magic. Do you think Dumbledore would believe that I didn't do it?"

Voldemort gave a somewhat helpless answer, and the scene fell silent.

Chapter 1231: Bigger, Better, Stronger Voldemort

The difficulty of Horcruxes lies in severing the soul, and the severed soul is actually a part of Voldemort.

At this moment, in a room connected to the Room of Response, looking at the Horcrux not far away, Xia Qing began to use magic to nourish the crown and repair it.

Ravenclaw's Crown—that's the name of the Horcrux in front of him. Xia Qing continuously channeled magic power into the Horcrux, which was easily overlooked if one wasn't paying attention.

After maintaining the magical link for a few minutes, the soul fragment residing in Ravenclaw's crown was nurtured to the point where it could become an enemy.

"Do you think... there's any point in continuing to hide, Mr. Tom Riddle?"

As Xia Qing, disguised as Helbo, uttered the name, the crown in front of him trembled, and then Voldemort's soul appeared before him.

Voldemort looked at Xia Qing and asked in a serious tone, "Who are you? How did you find your way here?"

"I am Herpo Hermes, the current president of the World Voldemort Union Association, the original inventor of Horcruxes, and the agent of the Hermes Ring."

Xia Qing slowly recited a series of "honors" associated with her current identity, at which point Voldemort snorted coldly:

"A World Voldemort United Association? Isn't Voldemort himself the president of this association?"

Voldemort was confused about the situation with the guy opposite him, while Xia Qing slowly spoke:

"There's no other way. After all, you're the first Voldemort I've tried to resurrect using magic. Until you appear, I'll temporarily take over as chairman."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort's eyes flashed with suspicion: "So, what do you plan to do with me, Mr. Halberd, who has lived for so many years?"

Voldemort wasn't entirely convinced by Helbo's words, while Xia Qing held up three fingers on her right hand:

There are three Voldemors, but there must be one Voldemort.

"To fight Voldemort with Voldemort, Mr. Tom, the Ring needs a usable pawn, and a disobedient Voldemort is no good one."

"Can I take this as a threat?"

Voldemort's face darkened, and he questioned.

"Mr. Tom, it seems you have no choice."

"How about it? Want to make a deal with me, to follow the will of the Mithra Ring and collapse it, and then you'll become the strongest, the only Voldemort."

Xia Qingxin's calm voice fell, while Voldemort's expression turned somewhat ugly.

I... am now completely under their control.

The foundation of my existence, the magic power, is provided by the other party. The other party, using some unknown conditions, forcibly made me sign an unknown contract with them.

Voldemort could sense that something was connecting him to Helbo.

What did you do to me?

Without agreeing or refusing, Voldemort asked another question.

"You are currently in a state similar to a Heroic Spirit, hmm, an artificial Heroic Spirit. How about I call you Caster?"

The Holy Grail, the omnipotent wish-granting machine—you can think of it as something similar to the Deathly Hallows, a treasure whose true power cannot be unleashed by humans.

Through the power derived from that thing, I transformed you into a Heroic Spirit, a state similar to that of an interesting enemy. There are a few specific things to note, which I will explain to you one by one.

Xia Qing explained that he had significantly strengthened the other Voldemort, and he couldn't very well create a new Voldemort to be sacrificed.

The Voldemort before me was something I cultivated from fragments of Voldemort's soul. It was devoured by the original Voldemort, which probably strengthened him considerably.

A few minutes later, the new Voldemort sorted out his thoughts and felt that he had roughly understood the situation.

During the time of his death, something called the Mithra Ring appeared in the outside world, possibly an artifact unearthed by Dumbledore, belonging to the founder of Hogwarts.

Another version of himself accepted an invitation from Herpo, the original Horcrux maker, to destroy the Mithra Ring, a treasure similar to the Mithra Ring, originating from ancient Greece and bound by the spirits of the dead.

However, the other side of himself was meant to attract attention on stage; the real trump card that Haierbo had prepared was himself.

"In that case, it's not impossible to reach a cooperation agreement for the time being."

Faced with the current situation, Voldemort ultimately chose to exercise restraint for the time being.

“A wise answer would be for you to destroy all the Command Seals if you can actually make the Mithra Ring collapse.”

Xia Qing pretended to be satisfied and said, after looking Voldemort over, "However, your strength is too weak now. The times outside have changed, and your strength is not considered excellent now."

I have a secret ancient Greek technique here. Through that technique, you will gain power sufficient to defeat any sea king.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort instantly became excited: "What is it?"

"This secret technique has no name, but... once you master it, you will become a bigger, better, and stronger Voldemort."

After Xia Qing finished speaking, Voldemort quickly nodded. He had no other choice at the moment.

"When exercising, you often need suitable accompaniment."

Xia Qing snapped her fingers, and the power of her combination, which she hadn't used in a long time, erupted the next moment, accompanied by background music.

"Biggest, best, strongest~"

As the music began, Voldemort felt, for some reason, that his body was filled with power and his soul seemed to be throbbing, as if he craved training.

"The soul is the body. Come, Voldemort, show your purity! This is the age of purity!"

While Xia Qing was deceiving people, Voldemort was on his way to the secret chamber where the Basilisk was kept.

At that moment, he suddenly heard faint, noisy sounds coming from upstairs.

"The Ravenclaw tiara, it's...it's back again?"

The students' voices instantly put Voldemort on high alert. Ravenclaw's tiara? Wasn't that one of his Horcruxes?

Just as Voldemort's expression turned serious, a flat, emotionless voice suddenly rang out: "Apprentice Executor binding complete, Magic Ring Basic System activated."

Voldemort instinctively looked around, but found no one.

"Helpo! You're watching me, aren't you!"

The cold question went unanswered, and the scene fell silent.

......

After a considerable period of silence and awkwardness, Voldemort had a fleeting thought that perhaps it wasn't Helbo who did it.

"Hermes's Ring..."

As he softly uttered the name, Voldemort's expression shifted between light and shadow.

Chapter 1232: Dumbledore: Voldemort must have had a deeper purpose in doing this.

"Ritual complete, cultivation secret track activated, initial mission successfully generated."

The sound of the magic ring echoed in his ears, and the next moment a screen appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes.