Snape's thoughts were not entirely wrong, for the future boss he feared was now in a desperate state.
Voldemort had hoped to slowly nurture his soul after controlling Lockhart, but he was instead defeated by the combined forces of Dumbledore and Damon White.
His already shattered main soul grew even more fragile. Even with the great snake Nagini constantly at his side, constantly hunting forest animals to replenish it, his soul, already on the verge of collapse, finally succumbed after months of struggling to survive.
"Nagini, I'm dying!"
Within the gloomy forest, the nearly transparent soul uttered an inaudible sound. The twelve-foot-long viper stared at him, hissing mournfully.
"Haha. How ironic! I've defeated so many powerful wizards, and even Dumbledore couldn't kill me, yet I've been so utterly humiliated by Harry Potter and Damon White. It's ridiculous."
Perhaps it was a moment of last breath, but Voldemort's main soul was now fully lucid, and his conversation with Nagini was even gentler and more patient than usual.
But the next moment, the transparent, noseless face immediately turned ferocious, like a demon ready to devour human flesh. "But I am immortal! Dumbledore can't kill me, and neither can those two brats!
I will survive in another form, and you, Nagini, must find a way to resurrect me. Remember, go to Gaunt's old house and retrieve Marvolo Gaunt's ring. It contains a fragment of my soul and the Resurrection Stone.
Nagini, my only loyal servant!
I entrust everything to you. Gather my old subordinates—my absolutely loyal servants, who are now imprisoned in Azkaban. Find a way to rescue them and make them your strength. From now on, you will become my second self. Beware of that brat named Damon. Do not attempt to confront him unless you are sure you can do it."
The viper's eyes flashed with a lively brilliance. It spat out its siren and nodded humanely through its hiss.
Voldemort's soul became even more transparent, almost dissipating.
He roared a roar that echoed through the forest, shaking the mountains and sending snakes and deer fleeing. "White! I will live on with my hatred for you forever. The great Dark Lord will never fall in such a place
." Voldemort was dead.
His main soul had completely withered—from a spiritual perspective, Tom Riddle no longer existed in this world.
But during this time, amidst his constant thoughts and curses against Dumbledore and Damon, Voldemort did find a glimmer of hope amidst his despair: he could actively disintegrate his main soul, returning it to its true spirit.
If successful, the other fragments would give rise to the true spirit—Tom Riddle, reborn with a new form, a blank slate of experience.
This was not easy. To be on the safe side, Voldemort transferred the last of his soul and spirit into his nearby Horcrux, Nagini. Nagini was indeed loyal to him, but it was not enough of a guarantee.
Before its allegiance could shift, he ordered it to find the other Horcruxes and awaken their spirits one by one. Thus, while one main soul perished, the fragments of soul within the other seven Horcruxes would give rise to versions of himself based on the main soul's thoughts, yet oblivious to everything.
As for whether these fragments were still Voldemort? Whether they were still Tom Riddle, Voldemort saw them as already dead.
They would still possess his thoughts, but they were no longer him. Even if someone shared his features, thoughts, and even the same body as his thoughts, they were truly dead.
For Voldemort, this was his only hope, his only hope in this desperate situation. He could only cling to the legendary Resurrection Stone, combined with his remaining fragments, to work a miracle.
As Voldemort's main soul vanished, the great snake Nagini, one of his Horcruxes, began to writhe violently!
Its scales reflected the dim moonlight, and each violent writhing movement made its body emit a piercing sound.
Branches broke beneath its massive body, moss was crushed to pieces, and blood flowed from its body, staining the surrounding ground.
In this intense pain, Nagini's eyes were no longer hollow, and short limbs sprouted from her body. She gradually stood up, like a snake-man. It looked comically disgusting, yet strangely terrifying. She walked off into the distance, murmuring,
"Gaunt. Gaunt's ring. The ring of the old Gaunt house."
Her voice was raspy, like a woman's smoky voice—the great snake Nagini, or rather, the great snake Tom Riddle, had suddenly entered the wizarding world.
On a quiet night at Hogwarts,
Harry's scar began to ache again. It was more intense than ever, far more intense than before!
In his sleep, his body temperature rose rapidly—he developed a high fever, and nightmares continued. "
Hiss, hiss, baby snake,
crawl over here quickly!
You must be especially nice to Morfin,
or I'll nail you to the gate.
" "Someone's humming in Parseltongue? Who is it?"
Harry felt a headache, and he instinctively opened his eyes.
It wasn't a Hogwarts dormitory. His thoughts flew through a large iron gate and into a bare courtyard. He landed.
He stood on the broken tiles, looking out at the square, gloomy, old-fashioned buildings surrounded by high railings. He heard his own voice, fierce, loud, and intimidating—"I advise you not to make me angry, or you'll be in trouble, huh?"
What am I doing? Why would I threaten others?
Harry's pupils trembled, and the scene before him changed again—a rabbit hanged from the beam, a child forced into a dark cave by him, and then Dumbledore in a sophisticated purple velvet suit.
He felt an unprecedented frenzy, an unprecedented anger, an unprecedented excitement!
"My abilities, are... are they magic?"
He heard his own voice almost distorted with excitement.
"What are your abilities?"
"Various." Harry felt a flush of excitement spread rapidly from his neck to his hollow cheeks. "I can make things move without touching them, and I can make animals obey me without training."
His legs were shaking.
He sat on the bed, his head lowered, staring at his hands, as if in prayer.
"I always knew I was different." Harry looked at the pair of young, trembling hands. "I always knew I was special. I always knew there was something here!"
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