Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Harry?!"

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

Why did Harry become like this after not seeing each other for several years? Of course she couldn't sense the aura that belonged to Voldemort, but how could she?

"Self" is the singularity of the idealistic world. No outside spirit can forcefully invade, whether it is "possession" or other mental means. As long as the other party is determined, it is almost impossible to succeed.

And Harry was the person with the strongest willpower he had ever seen besides his teacher.

The only possibility for Voldemort to possess Harry is that Harry recognized something about the other person from the bottom of his heart - something prompted him to change.

Lucas frowned, already thinking about the reason.

For a moment, Lucas felt extremely angry, angry that she had caused her friend's pain, and even more angry that Voldemort had taken advantage of his vulnerability to take over his body. At this moment, she had never felt so despicable against herself before. Feeling unparalleled contempt.

"Voldemort! Let him go!" Lucas took out the wand without hesitation, "Otherwise I will kill you!"

Harry lowered his head and looked at her with a pair of glowing red eyes, "Ah, failure. You actually sympathized with him? You regarded him as a friend? This is really ridiculous."

As he said that, Harry showed a twisted smile, "You asked me to let him go? Don't you know that it was you who caused the flaw in his mind?"

Lucas' face turned pale and he was hit in a painful spot.

"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."

He said, looking at Murphy with hatred, "It's all because of you, Murphy, Professor, you added poison to my resurrection potion, which made my body unable to take shape..."

"But you're not dead." Murphy also frowned. He really didn't expect this.

"I will not die!" Voldemort said arrogantly, "I have transcended death! The poison only made me lose my body again and turned me into a wandering spirit again."

"I was extremely weak and could barely maintain my consciousness. But at this moment, I sensed a warm place and felt the breath of the same kind. I rushed there by instinct, and then ate the thing..."

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

"It should be extremely difficult to invade the soul of a living person, but at that time, he should be unconscious and unable to form effective resistance. But more importantly, he has my own soul in his mind!"

"Ha, it's incredible!" Voldemort said, "If it hadn't been for that accidental moment, I would never have thought of such a thing! There is actually a piece of my soul in Harry Potter's mind!"

"I think that should be the legacy I left him when I was near death last time..."

"Harry Potter is a Parseltongue, and he has extraordinary magical talents, ha! Of course! That's because he has a fragment of my soul! He was created by me!"

"When I realized this, I understood that Harry Potter is the most perfect Horcrux. He is the best resurrection medicine that I accidentally created for myself. He is the body I prepared for myself. !”

"My soul is extremely weak, but it grew up with Harry Potter. Have you ever heard of a parasitic fetus? That soul is like Harry's twin brother, residing in his soul, in his I have my own place in the soul. I dwell there, waiting for my moment.”

"I soon realized that I could influence him, just like that piece of my soul that gave him Parseltongue!"

"And Harry was very sad at that time, and there was a hole in his psyche."

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

"He thought that he had lost his best friend. He thought that the friend who was closest to him in soul died trying to save him. He felt guilty and ashamed..."

Lucas felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. He could barely look Harry in the eyes, even though he knew there was someone else behind those eyes.

"The pain tortured him and he was very confused, so I told him that it was all due to his lack of strength and that he did not have the strength to protect his friends."

"He believed it." Harry laughed, "Why not? He thought it was what he thought in his heart, and he wouldn't doubt it at all!"

"So he began to focus on the study of magic. I guided him and made him fascinated by black magic and the knowledge about death. He found that he was very good at these things and could learn them as soon as he learned them. Of course, I just needed It’s enough to share some of your knowledge.”

"I cultivated him as if I were cultivating myself, allowing him to go through the path I had gone through. He mastered enough knowledge and had enough power as I wished, but it's strange... there is something that always stands in the way. Hold him so that he is not blinded by power..."

"Harry Potter, I have to admit that this child is different. He is different from idiots like Quirrell. His will is beyond imagination. Even in the face of the greatest temptation, he still maintains his sanity."

"Countless times, I have encouraged him to take that step. He has learned how to make Horcruxes, and he has seen the horror of death. He only needs to kill an insignificant, even Muggle he hates, and he can do it. Possessing power beyond death!”

"But he got a hold of himself."

There was an expression of hatred, anxiety, but confusion and fear on Harry's face, "At one time, I thought I had failed completely, and I would never have the chance to make a comeback. Harry Potter will always act according to those damn consciences , I will never have the chance to take away this body, and I am even trapped in it and can never get rid of it."

"In fact, in the past four years, I have shared my power too many times, and our souls have become more and more entangled. If I cannot capture his soul, then one day, he will devour me, completely Erase my existence."

"Just when I was about to despair..." Harry suddenly showed a look of ecstasy on his face, "I've been waiting for it! That opportunity! Sirius, dead!"

"ha!"

"Harry Potter's heart was almost destroyed. The thing that supported him was shattered." Harry laughed wildly. "It turns out that is the so-called love! It is just a false fantasy, just an attempt to have fun with others." A coward looking for comfort! Once the fragile individual who serves as support dies, he will be greatly traumatized."

"I simply can't 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, and he needs everything that can save himself."

"I was extremely excited, but I forced myself to calm down. I know that Harry Potter is as unreasonable as Dumbledore. Such people will not do anything against their principles for themselves, but once they find That so-called 'love' excuse can be used without any scruples."

"So I told him we could resurrect Sirius."

"This is a goal out of 'love'," Harry smiled, seeming to be pleased with the cleverness of his plan. "He can't refuse such an excuse."

"So, he believed me. Everything about him was opened to me, and I completely took control of this body."

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