Reborn Evil Wizard

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, but the real tragedies in life are those who are afraid of the light.

-Plato

"Tom, you devil! May God hang you!"

"Harry! You fool, you've made a mess of it all, go to the cupboard - no food!"

"Go away, he's a monster, we should tell the nun what this disgusting monster has done! Maybe we should take away his black bread and lock him in his room. Monsters don't need to eat!"

"Harry, I warned you! I can't stand you talking about your powers in my house!"

"It was he who hanged my rabbit! You dreadful devil, you're going to hell sooner or later, Tom Riddle!"

"Harry Potter, you're just like your sleazy parents, they're monsters, and so are you! We kindly adopted you, yes, maybe I should give you a good beating to show you what you're supposed to be doing .It would be better if there were no you in this world. Without you, the world would be normal!"

"You will regret this…"

"You will absolutely regret it..."

"Devil, I curse you!"

"Monster, I curse you..."

"Tom Riddle!"

"Harry Pottre!"

……

Waking up from the darkness, Harry opened his eyes suddenly. The ceiling was a swirl of darkness, enveloping the small and messy room heavily.He didn't move, lying on the not-so-soft hard bed, staring intently into the depths of the darkness, his dark green eyes flickering in the dark room.

A hand, pale, slender, well-defined but powerful.Carefully observing the little hand that still belonged to a child in the darkness, he acted as if he had never known his own hand so clearly before.Gently covering his face with his hands, the corners of his lips curled up in a sarcasm, and he sneered without warning.

That laughter was deep and sweet, full of the seductive charm of the dark night, appearing in such a boy who was only 12 years old, it seemed a bit abrupt but felt extraordinarily harmonious.

This kind of intertwined contradictions made this boy show a different kind of weirdness, dangerous and confusing.

The night was still long, but he did not want to plunge into the embrace of darkness again.

Terrible.Harry thought of the image hidden deep in his memory.It was horrible, and he felt unbearably tired of himself thinking about it all.That dirty and dark orphanage, that cold room with only a hard board bed and a wooden wardrobe, that damp floor, and the green moss that thrives without sunlight all the year round, he thought of the group of blurred twisted A man of face and figure, and a cupboard full of spiders, insults, beatings, for a piece of black bread hard as a rock, or a glass of bad milk, he will do everything...

What a... horrible memory.

The room was quiet, the smallest room in the Dursleys' house, and it was as full of odds and ends with Dudley's toys and books as before.The bed was covered with various books in a mess, and on an old desk with all the sundries removed, it was filled with weird experimental materials.A crucible that was still bubbling green bubbles in the dark was silently boiling on top of the blue magic flame, the bubbles burst and reappeared strangely, and the green reflections were reflected on the wall to form panicked ghosts.

Harry turned around, and through the dark night scene outside the blurred glass window, he took out a crystal clear drop-shaped pendant from his chest.He half-closed his eyes and stared dangerously at the brilliance of the white firefly.

Once, this pendant was his only light, the only treasure he wanted to protect.But now, when he saw this thing hanging on his body all the time, apart from boredom and confusion, there was only a desperate impulse to destroy something important after being insulted and defiled.

Yes, when truth is no longer truth, when light is no longer light.The boy who has lost his light is like a young animal whose wound has been torn. The feeling of being betrayed is so strong that he can't even wait for himself to grow up, so he wants to use his not very sharp fangs to bite that Elegant white slender neck.

He wasn't just Harry Potter anymore--the wimpy, timid boy who longed for a little warmth and light, who ignorantly hoped for tomorrow.Now he has a complete past, a bloody memory, and a dark and gloomy psychological journey.

The consequence of the two Horcruxes becoming one... is devouring?Or fusion?Nobody knows.Maybe even the Duke of Darkness who split his soul didn't expect such absurd things to happen.The world of the soul is mysterious and endless.

Harry disappeared, Tom also disappeared, and what appeared now was only a brand new life filled with deep darkness from the heart to the body, curled up in a dark corner, roaring silently to announce his arrival to the world.

The hand tightened slightly, the hard crystal pendant pierced into the soft fleshy layer, and blood flowed down drop by drop.Harry tried his best to stretch his eyebrows, but he couldn't hide a certain flickering anger and madness in him.He didn't know how he spent his year-end banquet, how he got on the Hogwarts train, how he returned to Privet Drive without being noticed by anyone.There was only one person on his mind, yes, he had been thinking about one person since that day.

Xi Lin Slytherin!

He was played!He, Harry Potter, was being played, down and out, by a boy in his grade over and over again!

After accepting everything about Tom, he naturally understood the cruel and indifferent side of the gentle and elegant Slytherin Highness on the surface.

In the eyes of Dumbledore and Lin Xi, he was just a very suitable chess piece. They were playing an unknown chess game high above, and Harry, and even Tom, were completely used as tools by these two people!A dispensable tool that can even be thrown away at any time!

This realization made his heart completely freeze.Darkness envelops the mind.

Yes, he is nothing in his eyes!

"Boom!" There was a crisp sound, and a slender wound was split under the palm of the crystal surface of the transparent water stained with bright red blood. From a distance, it looked like a distorted laughing face.

repent...

Harry let go of his injured hand, allowing the pendant to fall from his hand.

Repent, cheat him, he will pay back double.

He will break off those dazzling wings, stain those clear lake-green eyes with despair and fear, lock his limbs with iron chains, and lock him in a delicate silver cage.

He will make that person regret what he has done, no matter what method or means he uses.

Since it is not absolute, then his Harry Potter becomes his absolute!

And who would have thought that this black-haired boy with a strange aura, at first, just wanted to get it...

……

"boom--"

There was a violent muffled sound, and thick black smoke poured out from the underground laboratory of Linxi Manor.

"Cough, cough, cough...Damn it, it failed again."

Lin Xi, who was wearing a doctor's experimental white coat, dodged the explosion in embarrassment, and sat down slumped to the side, frowning and thinking about the detailed procedures of the experiment just now.

"Impossible, it's obviously going according to the process, why is it always wrong. Could it be that the theory is all wrong?" Rubbing her chin, Lin Xi stared at the dazzling crystal crown on the test bench, the crown of Ravenclaw.

One of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes, the Queen of Ravenclaw's Crown, obtained from Alenetta as early as last semester.Lin Xi has been preparing to study the mysteries of the soul.

It's a pity that until now, compared to the easy and smooth research of dark alchemy, he has no way to start with the split soul carrier of the Horcrux.Even looking through numerous data books, I couldn't find the relevant magic content.It seems that Voldemort is unexpectedly ahead of everyone in his research on soul magic.

Although it is a pity, after repeated failures to refine the soul, Lin Xi felt a little powerless to carry out research on this topic.No one is perfect, let alone him, Young Master Lin.Sometimes talent is really amazing. Lin Xi shook her head and decided to give up the hard work these days.

"Master, it's time to take medicine."

The young master, who was suffering from a stroke for his talent, was called back to his senses by the old butler behind him. The old Bolai was still in a clean and tidy black butler uniform, with a meticulous hairstyle, holding a glass of steaming glass, and he pushed the door away. Enter this underground laboratory that he has not been to many times.

Lin Xi looked up, and the pointer in the middle of the pigeon on the rock wall was pointing directly at the icon of taking medicine.Only then did he belatedly let out an ah, and took the potion handed over by Old Boley, that dark brown ugly liquid that was still bubbling. "It turns out it's already so late."

"Master, please take care of your health." Since Lin Xi came back from vacation, he gave the old housekeeper a strange potion formula and asked him to cook one for him to use every day.Old Boley is proficient in black magic, but he is barely proficient in potion science. He only sees that a potion potion has the effect of recuperating and strengthening the body, so he dutifully prepares it for his little master on time every day.

"Also, there was a letter from Finland just now. It's an invitation letter from the master of the black curse, Visvić Heikangyastut."

"Huh? It's from Heikangyastu? It's strange, what's wrong with this old guy." Lin Xi answered the letter with some doubts.The old man has never been a quiet master, especially when he still has a huge influence in Finland.Really, restless old man.What did he think he was doing?Do you want to become the Dark Lord of Europe by imitating Greenwald?Young Master Lin sneered and shook the letter away.

He actually wanted to invite him to Finland to participate in his academic exchange meeting during the summer vacation.What the hell is this old guy trying to do?Lin Xi thought for a moment and couldn't answer it, but he knew exactly what Heikangyastu wanted to play.At first, he disdained to participate, but suddenly, Lin Shao's fingertips shook slightly, and he thought of a person, and the man with pale face, long black hair and narrow, cold eyes appeared in his mind.

Perhaps, it is not necessarily boring to go and see.

Looking at the crystal crown that he could do nothing about anyway, Lin Xi was slightly lost in thought, lost in thought.

After the old housekeeper left, Lin Xi began to process the medicines that were sent over.He pinched the bottle of ugly medicine with two fingers.Then he took out his exquisite silver pocket watch from his pocket, and unscrewed the dial, revealing the red blood rolling inside.Gently stir up a drop and slowly drop it into the medicine.

"Hey——" the red smoke suddenly appeared, and the blood dripping into the potion caused a violent reaction, and the dark brown ugly potion instantly turned into a magnificent blood red.The red wine of Tours is crystal clear, and there is a red streamer rolling in the warm liquid.

Lin Xi looked at the No.13 bottle of sage potion he drank with a smile, and drank it up.

The sage potion, as the name suggests, is a potion condensed from the sage stone.

The artificial man is provided with eternal life by the Philosopher's Stone, and as a human being, Lin Xi, although he does not want to become a living body like an artificial man, he is also trying to use the legendary and mysterious stone of God like the Philosopher's Stone to transform own body.

Inside the clothes, Lin Xi began to activate the medicinal properties.Red rectangular arrays emerged on the white skin, intertwined and intertwined layer upon layer, and the pain inside the appendages seemed to be burned by flames, gnawing at his heart.Lin Xi sat on the seat, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, and big beads of sweat dripped on the clothes, forming circles of brand marks.

Compared with the beginning, this once-a-day pain refining energy made him unbearable at the beginning until he closed his eyes and endured it now, which can be regarded as some progress.Trying to ignore the pain that gnawed at the soul, Lin Xi guided the medicine to the heart bit by bit.That is the weakest and deadliest place in the inner mansion. If it is completely transformed into pure crystallization, it also indicates that Lin Xi can be pierced through the heart like an artificial human without dying.The difference is that everything about the artificial man is in the hands of the creator, while everything about young master Lin will always be in his own hands.

Refining bit by bit, until one day, he could bear more sage stones and refine more parts of the crystal.

When his whole body is crystallized, that is when he can open the door of truth.

From that moment on, eternity will no longer be a legend.