I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

"To be honest, we haven't completely decided how to deal with this Dark Lord yet." (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)

He turned his gaze to Cassandra, a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and a familiar, slightly roguish smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"Then, my dear Cassandra, the well-informed Miss Worley, do you have any constructive suggestions on where to place this esteemed prisoner?"

Upon hearing this, Cassandra gently tapped her chin with her slender fingers, falling into a brief moment of contemplation.

After a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice carrying the calmness and calculation of a pure-blooded family heir: "Well, if possible, I think we could try to subdue him?"

"Subdue?"

Genichi Hanyu raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised by the suggestion.

"Yes."

Cassandra nodded, her grey-blue eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

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"Although Voldemort failed, he still wields unimaginable potential influence in the British wizarding world, especially among certain stubborn pure-blood families."

"Those families, like the Lestrange and Nott, outwardly distanced themselves from Voldemort, but how many of them still yearned for the glory of his reign? How many pinned their family's future, or rather, their unrealistic ambitions, on the possible return of this madman?"

He paused, then continued, "More importantly, Azkaban, where Voldemort's most loyal and fanatical core Death Eaters are imprisoned."

“Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., although these people are imprisoned, they and their families still have mountains of Galleons, rare magical materials accumulated over generations, and even some long-lost dark magic items in Gringotts’ vaults. It’s an unimaginably vast resource pool!”

Cassandra looked directly into Genichi Hanyu's eyes, her tone carrying a hint of seduction: "Think about it, if you could truly control Voldemort, even if it's just his remaining will or name, then through him you could indirectly control those dormant pure-blood families, and unlock their hidden wealth and connections!"

"You could even use his influence over those madmen in Azkaban to seize their resources for yourself. That would be an enormous boost, both for your development in this world and for your grand plans."

She didn't explicitly say "world integration," but both of them understood it perfectly well.

As for resources, Genichi Hanyu has indeed accumulated quite a lot through his travels through the multiverse, so he is not exactly lacking.

But Cassandra is right; in any world, resources are always better in abundance, especially readily available, vast, and easily accessible wealth and magical resources.

However, Genichi Hanyu simply shook his head slowly, a helpless smile on his face: "Cassandra, your idea is tempting and shows great strategic vision, but..."

Genichi Hanyu's gaze returned to the black mist within the ball of light in his palm, still churning wildly and radiating pure malice.

Genichi Hanyu, who wanted to 'graduate' at age 96

“Cassandra, your idea is tempting and strategically sound, but…”

"It's basically impossible to achieve."

"why?"

Cassandra frowned slightly.

"Voldemort's soul had long been utterly twisted and corrupted by his own madness, split personality, and dark magic."

"He's a complete madman now. Because of the Horcruxes, Voldemort doesn't have much sanity left."

"His will is now only driven by destruction and domination, lacking any rational loyalty or emotional foundation that can be subdued."

"Trying to control him? That's like trying to tame a devastating plague, or trying to grasp a boiling fire with your bare hands. The end result will only be being devoured, and the risks far outweigh the benefits."

Upon hearing Genichi Hanyu say so confidently that "793" was impossible, Cassandra knew that this seemingly highly profitable proposal had completely lost its possibility.

Cassandra knew Genichi Hanyu's judgment, especially his rarity when it came to questions about the origins of magic and the soul.

"In that case."

Cassandra let out a soft breath and regained her composure.

"Then the remaining options are very limited, unless you intend to completely destroy him now and annihilate his remnant soul."

She glanced at the orb of light.

"Otherwise, the only option is to let him go, but releasing a tiger back into the mountains will lead to endless troubles."

“He fell into your trap this time, but next time he will only hide deeper, be better prepared, and use even more crazy and reckless methods. After all, you said it yourself, he is a complete mad dog.”

"Letting him go was inevitable."

A cold yet playful smile appeared on Genichi Hanyu's lips.

"He still has value, at least for now, but..."

Genichi Hanyu abruptly changed the subject, a sharp, knife-like glint flashing in his eyes.

"Of course we can't just let him go so easily and intact. That would be too lenient on him, and it would also expose my presence and intentions."

"what do you mean?"

Cassandra seemed to have guessed something.

"Before I let this guy go, I will modify his memories, overwriting all his real experiences about tonight, about me, and about this sphere of light."

"Modify Voldemort's memories?"

Cassandra's brow furrowed again, her tone carrying obvious doubt and a hint of barely perceptible worry.

Are you sure there's really no problem?

"That's Voldemort! His Occlumency and willpower are almost unmatched by anyone except Dumbledore!"

"Tampering with his memories is extremely risky. If you make a slight mistake, you may not only fail, but he might even be able to read your mind!"

Upon hearing this, Genichi Hanyu did not become nervous; instead, he chuckled softly.

He withdrew his hand that was holding the ball of light and instead reached out to Cassandra, gently lifting a stray strand of her hair with his fingertips, his eyes filled with a hurt accusation and powerful confidence.

"Cassandra, are you doubting my abilities? In your heart, am I not even as good as that noseless old madman? Do you think I can't handle a mere fragment of Voldemort's soul?"

Faced with Genichi Hanyu's question, which was half coquettish and half a declaration of strength, Cassandra wisely chose not to respond.

She knows her boyfriend too well!

Once you follow this topic, whether you question or affirm, he will seize the opportunity to make some "excessive" demands as "compensation" or "proof".

For example, she might be asked to "personally test" whether his "ability" is really that strong.

Cassandra knew all too well the dirty thoughts in his head and his obsession with "graduation"!

So Cassandra simply rolled her eyes gracefully, pulled her hair back from between his fingers, and said in a flat tone, giving Genichi Hanyu no room to make a fuss: "As long as you're confident."

"Since you've made up your mind, then go for it. I won't meddle in this kind of thing."

Cassandra skillfully drew a line.

"Ugh!"

Genichi Hanyu immediately let out an exaggerated sigh, clutched his chest, made a heartbroken expression, and his voice became mournful.

"You don't love me anymore, Cassandra! The old you wouldn't be so cold to me! You've changed!"

Cassandra rolled her eyes at him again, even more so than usual, completely ignoring this obviously nonsensical topic.

She stood up abruptly, walked behind Genichi Hanyu, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him toward the door with an irresistible force.

"Stop your act! If you have serious business to do, stop wasting time dawdling here and hurry up and deal with your senior Tom!"

Cassandra's tone was slightly urging, but her movements were firm as she pushed Genichi Hanyu out of the lounge area.

Genichi Hanyu stumbled as he was pushed, and before he could say anything, Cassandra slammed the heavy oak door shut, leaving him standing outside, looking at the closed door with a wry smile.

Inside the door, Cassandra leaned against the door panel and let out a soft breath. She knew this guy all too well.

Ever since he heard the absurd yet unsettling "ten-year virginity" prophecy from Hermione Granger, he had become somewhat "impatient."

They use all sorts of explicit and implicit means, employing various tactics, all in an effort to "graduate."

Cassandra was well aware of this, but she had her own pace and principles.

She didn't want to act hastily based on some random prophecy.

At least not now.

Outside the door, Genichi Hanyu touched his nose, looked at the tightly closed 0.2 room door, and smiled helplessly.

Well, the revolution is not yet complete, comrades, we still need to work hard.

Genichi Hanyu looked down at the silver-white orb of light in his hand, which imprisoned the black mist, and his eyes became focused and sharp again.

"Well then, Tom, let's begin and weave a wonderful new memory for you."

Genichi Hanyu muttered to himself in front of the ball of light, his tone laced with cold mockery.

If the remnant soul of Voldemort could have its memories altered, then Genichi Hanyu could find other Horcruxes belonging to Voldemort, and then...

Modify the soul memories within all of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Voldemort might just become his loyal hound at that time.

After all, the line between a Horcrux and the original body is very blurred.

Who is the true entity? It's simply whoever is stronger.

The flaws of the 97 Horcruxes, the original body and the Horcruxes

Genichi Hanyu stroked the ominous Ravenclaw tiara in his hand, feeling the cold metallic touch as if he could sense the throbbing of a twisted soul lurking within.

This was found in the Room of Requirement.

In Yuzuru Genichi's mind, there was only cold mockery left regarding Voldemort's creation of Horcruxes.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes, seemingly his ladder to immortality, were in fact the deepest and deadliest trap he had dug for himself."

Genichi Hanyu's voice rang out in the quiet lounge.

Cassandra sat opposite him, raising an eyebrow slightly with a questioning look in her eyes upon hearing this.

Genichi Hanyu gently placed the crown on the low table between the two of them, as if placing a dangerous explosive device.

"The Horcrux granted him a degree of immortality. As long as the Horcrux exists, even if the main soul is destroyed, it can still survive or even make a comeback. This sounds wonderful, but..."

He pointed his fingertips at the magnificent but dusty crown from a distance, his eyes cold.

"He overlooked a core paradox: between the Horcrux and the host, which is the true host? This has never been a fixed fact, but rather depends on whose soul is stronger and whose will is more unified!"

Cassandra's eyes instantly became focused; she seemed to have caught the astonishing meaning behind Genichi Hanyu's words.

Genichi Hanyu's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Think about it, if, according to the original plot, the young Tom Riddle successfully absorbed Ginny Weasley's life force and truly returned to life, then who would be the original? Would it be Tom from the diary, or the half-dead remnant of Voldemort now?"

The answer is self-evident.

"The one that is resurrected will become the undisputed original!"

"It was a resolute statement," said Genichi Hanyu.

"And the original main soul will be reduced to a soul weapon! An accessory that can be controlled or even destroyed at will by the new main body! This is the biggest hidden danger of soul weapons."

"It is not an absolutely loyal safe, but a potential competitor that is always eyeing the main body's position!"

"Once a Horcrux is created, the fragment of the soul that splits off possesses independent consciousness and the potential to grow; it could turn against you at any time!"

"Especially when the body is weakened to a certain extent, this backlash is almost inevitable."

Yuzuru looked at Cassandra: "The Voldemort main soul we have captured now has been split multiple times, parasitized in Quirrell's weak body, and then severely injured and imprisoned by me. His soul strength and mental state are basically ruined."

"A being that is mad, weak, and full of destructive desires, yet lacks true wisdom and control, has almost lost its value and would never willingly be subdued."

Cassandra nodded thoughtfully; Genichi Hanyu's analysis hit the nail on the head.

"So I was thinking, why not try a different approach? Instead of wasting time on a mad dog, why not look at other Horcruxes?"

"Look at these fragments of souls that have been separated and have been dormant in their respective containers for decades. Is it possible that they are more awake? Or rather, more willing to cooperate?"

Genichi Hanyu's gaze returned to Ravenclaw's crown, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He paused for a moment, then asked with absolute certainty, "Don't those fragments of Horcruxes harbor even the slightest ambition to replace the original and become the real Voldemort?"

"I bet my entire moral compass that it definitely exists!"

"They just lack an opportunity, a guide, and strong external support!"

Cassandra's gaze was also focused on the crown, as if trying to penetrate the metal and black magic defenses to see the soul hidden within.

She picked up the crown, a deep sense of regret flashing in her eyes.

"It is a terrible waste that the symbol of Ravenclaw's wisdom has been so defiled and made into a vessel for evil."

Cassandra looked at Genichi Hanyu with a questioning tone, "To be honest, I have reservations about this. I don't think any of Voldemort's soul fragments, no matter which Horcrux they come from, would have the rationality or cooperative spirit you imagine. They are essentially splits of the same mad soul, only some may be temporarily dormant deeper. Madness is their underlying nature."

"Maybe."