Harry was flipping through the life memories of Voldemort.
Only now did he realize how truly old Voldemort was.
He had been born in 1926, which meant he was now over seventy years old.
This didn't match the image of Voldemort Harry had always imagined—a powerful, strong, and ambitious Dark wizard!
No wonder Voldemort had been so fixated on resurrecting himself and obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. He needed a youthful, vigorous body.
Otherwise, with his magical prowess, creating a physical body wouldn't have been difficult at all.
But only a young body could contain his undying ambition.
It wasn't surprising Harry had misunderstood. In fact, most wizards who hadn't lived through that dark era had only a vague impression of Voldemort, since he was a taboo subject. Apart from his loyal Death Eaters, few had preserved any records of him. There wasn't a single trace in the magical world.
Even history books avoided mentioning him in detail, using vague and veiled descriptions.
Now, Harry could be said to have personally experienced Voldemort's turbulent life.
His childhood trauma—abandonment by his mother, being hated by others—had made him reclusive and violent. Then, he studied at Hogwarts, where he became the star student of his house. Cunning and manipulative, he hid his inner darkness behind a bright and charming exterior. No professor disliked this polite student. Even during his school years, he had already gained followers—testament to his pure personal charisma.
At this point, Harry had to admit: Voldemort was indeed formidable. Harry knew he could never have achieved such things.
At school, Voldemort always wore a captivating smile, and everyone liked him, eager to interact with him.
Harry, on the other hand, often wore a cold expression. He rarely initiated conversations with other students and spent most of his time reading. Even when someone approached him, his polite demeanor still gave off a sense of distance. People couldn't quite say what made them uncomfortable—just a gut feeling. Eventually, everyone stopped bothering with him.
Voldemort was successively chosen as Prefect and Head Boy. Dumbledore once said he was the most brilliant student he had ever seen.
In fifth year, Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets left behind by Salazar Slytherin and killed a Muggle-born student—now known as the ghost Moaning Myrtle who haunts the girls' bathroom.
To Harry, this was the most pivotal turning point in Voldemort's life.
Because of this incident, Voldemort created his first Horcrux and conceived the plan for eternal life.
From that point on, the making of Horcruxes dominated the rest of his life.
After graduating, Voldemort turned down an offer from the Ministry of Magic and instead went to work at Borgin and Burkes, the antique shop. His goal was to collect legendary historical artifacts to turn into Horcruxes—he believed that each Horcrux must hold exceptional significance.
Harry noticed two particularly bizarre things.
Voldemort's personal charm was unexpectedly strong.
Through charm alone, he easily acquired three Horcruxes.
Yes, you read that right.
Before graduating, Voldemort used his charisma to coax the ghost of the Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw House, into revealing the location of Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem.
Harry had a clear memory of the Grey Lady.
She was proud, beautiful, dignified, yet kind-hearted and refined. She often floated around the Great Hall and the library, always wearing a sorrowful frown as if burdened by heavy thoughts.
Harry knew her identity: she was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of the house.
It was only after reading Voldemort's memories that Harry learned the full story.
The Grey Lady had always yearned to surpass her mother in wisdom and fame, so she stole the diadem and hid it somewhere within Hogwarts. A typical act of a rebellious young girl—erratic and impulsive, driven by a deep need for recognition (Harry's evaluation).
Everyone knew what happened next: the friendless Grey Lady, after becoming acquainted with Voldemort, was tricked by him and revealed the diadem's location.
Harry now understood why she always looked so gloomy and burdened.
It was likely guilt. Not only had she hidden her mother's relic, but she'd also handed it over to the dark lord, who turned it into a Horcrux.
And she was the only one who knew.
The pain she carried must have been immense.
The other two Horcruxes were obtained during Voldemort's time working at the antique shop.
He met a wealthy widow who had two heirlooms in her home—the Slytherin locket and Hufflepuff's cup. By then, Voldemort was a handsome young man with a disarming smile. With ease, he won the widow's trust.
Then, after visiting her home, he killed her and stole the treasures.
"Damn that charm," Harry muttered.
From these events, Harry came to a clear conclusion: the wizarding world was just as obsessed with appearances as the rest of the world!
It was all about looks!
So far, the only house that hadn't been violated was Gryffindor.
After quitting the antique shop, Voldemort wandered the world. For the next twenty years, nothing remarkable happened.
He made contacts among Dark wizards and studied ever more powerful black magic. The repeated fragmentation of his soul drove him mentally unstable, and the making of Horcruxes twisted his appearance into something monstrous.
To this, Harry felt a strange sense of satisfaction. "Serves you right," he thought.
Voldemort gradually gathered followers. More and more extremists joined his cause—some for power, some out of pure admiration for him and his ideals, others due to threats and bribes. This group of outlaws became the Death Eaters.
Then Voldemort raised his wand—and war broke out.
The world plunged into darkness and suffered under Voldemort's tyranny for a decade.
Until Harry, "the boy from the prophecy," appeared and brought his downfall.
…
Harry skimmed through Voldemort's memories, which left a powerful impact on him.
Though they were only memories, Voldemort's life experience far exceeded Harry's—more than both of his lifetimes combined. Forcing so many foreign memories into one mind would inevitably have consequences.
If a Muggle had gone through something like this, they might have mistaken Voldemort's memories for their own and completely lost their sense of self.
Fortunately, Harry's spirit was strong enough to suppress the influence of Voldemort's soul.
Still, some changes in his personality were inevitable—not ideas like bloodline supremacy or world domination, but subtle things.
Compared to those tiny drawbacks, the benefits Harry gained were enormous: Voldemort's magical knowledge.
Harry now knew all of Voldemort's spells. Of course, "knew" just meant he understood the casting steps. To actually perform them, he'd still need practice to make them his own.
A few hours later, Harry flew back to London.
At the Sherlock Grand Hotel.
He glanced at a few pretty British receptionists before stepping into the elevator.
Then he noticed something was off.
Normally, he loved admiring beautiful women—especially well-endowed ones. But just now, he had felt absolutely nothing, subconsciously viewing them as… furniture.
That was when the influence of Voldemort's memories hit him.
After reviewing Voldemort's entire life, Harry realized something: Voldemort was asexual. He didn't like women—or men.
He only loved himself. This was a pathological form of narcissism.
But not your average narcissism. Voldemort truly loved himself. He believed he was above everyone else and that all others were his slaves. How could he ever be so soft-hearted as to feel affection?
So, he loved only himself.
But Harry? Harry was 100% straight.
Realizing what was happening made his face pale.
He returned to his room in a panic.
He just hoped he could still be saved—hoping he hadn't inherited Voldemort's loveless traits.
Harry closed his eyes, recalling the wise teachings of adult film legends from his past life—Aoi Sora, Yui Hatano, and Yua Mikami—and tried to imagine his… "little elephant"...
Nothing. No response.
Harry nearly fainted.
No. He wouldn't give up.
He took a deep breath and declared, "I'm straight. I have a rich and healthy personality. I love big boobs. I love maids. I love lolis…" he muttered, full of conviction.
He looked serious—like he was saving the world.
He kept hypnotizing and coaxing himself, even fantasizing about a scene where he devoured naked, glowing versions of Hermione and Zhang Qiu…
Finally, his sincerity moved Merlin himself, and Harry used the power of horniness to vanquish Voldemort's subconscious!
The little elephant became a mighty elephant.
You never know what you've got until it's gone.
Tears of joy streamed down Harry's face.
He held the newly risen "elephant" and giggled creepily: "Hehehe… hehe…"
A hotel staff member named Ellie happened to be passing by his room and heard an evil, eerie laugh. She swore she had never heard anything so sinister. Terrified, she ran, but the laugh echoed in her mind all day. That night, she had a dream—of being treated violently by a blurry figure who laughed, "Hehehe," as he forced her into countless positions.
The next day, Ellie changed the bedsheets.
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