. "You." Harry licked his lips, suddenly feeling a sharp resurgence of pain in the scar on his forehead. A terrifying urge seized him, a desire to tear the man before him to pieces.
His thoughts were clearly reflected on his face—Harry's expression was horrifying, as he looked at Damon as if he were his sworn enemy.
But the next moment, his eyes turned pale with terror.
"Feel that? Are you so angry you want to kill me right then and there?"
"I..."
Harry didn't want to admit such a thought, not at all.
Then he realized there might be a terrifying secret hidden within. Harry thought of his previous dream, and suddenly everything connected. He felt his mind suddenly become much more active, with many evil thoughts flowing uncontrollably, but at the same time, his thinking became more alert. Before, Harry would have been thrilled, but now, he was filled with fear.
"It's Voldemort—is my transformation related to Voldemort?"
His face had turned pale, as pale as a ghoul.
"Damon—" Dumbledore's face was filled with pity.
"No - I want to know!" Harry suddenly yelled, his expression excited! "It's just Voldemort, I'm not afraid of him, what on earth did he do to me!"
"Take a deep breath, Harry." Damon comforted Harry, who was so sad that he almost cried, "With Dumbledore and I here, nothing will happen to you, don't worry, we are just in a little trouble right now, just solve it, you will understand?"
"Huh -" Harry took a deep breath.
Except for Damon, no one could calm him down at this moment.
Harry believed in Damon, and this trust was even greater than that in himself and Dumbledore.
Damon looked at Dumbledore with a pitiful expression, "I think it might be better to witness this matter with your own eyes."
Witness it with your own eyes?
Dumbledore's face showed surprise.
What did Damon discover again?
Harry suppressed his uneasiness, threatening to overflow, and followed Damon with the curious Dumbledore. On the way, Damon unpacked the tragedy Dumbledore had been unable to convey to Harry:
"Harry, this story begins a long, long time ago—when you were born."
As the three of them walked down the stairwell, the portraits around them all remained silent, eyes closed, as if dead.
"Voldemort killed your parents, and then tried to kill you—but at the last moment, your mother protected you with the magic of love, a power that deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse back at him—you already know this, right?"
Harry nodded, feeling rather anxious.
But he had already vaguely realized that this wasn't his emotion, but his—otherwise, he would never have harbored hatred for Damon, no matter what he had done.
"Actually, it's not that simple—when Voldemort was struck by his own Killing Curse, his soul was blown away. But because of Voldemort's special properties, he didn't die. Instead, his soul attached itself to the only living soul in the collapsed house."
Harry's eyes widened. Dumbledore said nothing, but his nose twitched.
"So, you're saying that Voldemort's soul is attached to me?"
"To be precise, one of my souls."
"Don't be fooled by Voldemort's outward appearance of wanton abandon. Deep down, he's an extremely sensitive and humble man—he fears and resists death. He believes it's the fate of the weak, and that great wizards must conquer it."
"I don't agree with that," Dumbledore interrupted. "Death is just another great adventure. Tom's too paranoid to forget that."
Damon ignored Dumbledore, who was still trying to lecture him, and continued,
"So, to escape death, Voldemort decided to create the most evil magical artifact in the wizarding world—a Horcrux.
Only wizards possessing the ultimate evil and ultimate power could create such inhuman artifacts.
He divided his soul into seven, a magical number symbolizing extremes and power. As long as one of his seven souls survived, he would never die."
Harry's pupils widened, yet within him a mixture of anger and pride surged—a feeling Voldemort had also instilled in him.
Was he proud? Because he had created such an artifact? And angry that Damon had 'slandered' him.
Harry pondered, the demon within him threatening to surface, even making him want to retort Damon.
"Because of this trait, Voldemort isn't completely dead. A fragment of his soul remains within you—you can sense his thoughts when he's emotionally agitated, which is why you've had headaches the past two semesters—that often means Voldemort is about to do something evil." A sudden realization dawned on
Harry, and his blood ran cold. "So, I'm actually one of Voldemort's incarnations? So, if I die, this fragment of his soul will disappear?"
"Yes, technically, you're one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If we want to completely kill Voldemort, we must kill you as well."
Harry felt his body grow colder. His heart was in a state of intense conflict, driven mad by the conflicting emotions of sadness and triumph—'he' was triumphant, yet he felt like crying.
He didn't want to die.
But if killing him meant the death of Voldemort, the enemy who murdered his parents, he would do it!
"Then do it! Kill me now!" Harry roared suddenly. "Let me die with this beast! If I could, I would have wanted to do it long ago—for countless nights! I've thought of it countless times! Just do it, Damon!"
The young man's resolve burned like gold, and he even hoped Damon would do it immediately!
"Brilliant idea, Harry! I congratulate you on your determination!"
The three of them stopped at the eighth floor. The Fat Lady appeared at the door, her eyes tightly shut.
Damon turned abruptly and pronounced his sentence:
"Then, you will die here and now—you will become the ghost savior of Gryffindor, and no one will forget your deeds."
Damon raised his wand. Dumbledore's face changed drastically, and he was about to stop him, but Harry's eyes were blazing as he met Damon's!
The two young men felt each other's resolve in that moment, and they acknowledged each other!
No one could stop it! No one would stop it!
Not even Dumbledore could stop this from happening!
"Kill me, Damon! If there is only one person who can do this, I hope it is not someone else, it can only be you!"
Harry stared at him closely, and the confusion in his heart was swept away! At this moment, right here, he wanted to die with Voldemort!
This was not a wasted death, because the best people in the wizarding world were carrying out his mission for him!
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