"…What do you mean?"
Staring at William's blue glowing eyes, the smile on Voldemort's face gradually stiffened.
He seemed to realize something was wrong.
"You, you did something to me…you did something to me?"
Voldemort's sudden rage was unexpected, and Lily, standing by the boy, was startled. Yet she instinctively stepped forward, wanting to hug the agonized Harry—"Get away! Stay away from me!" "Harry" roared, as the boy's ferocious expression gradually took over his entire face.
He roared with an open mouth, appearing as if an attack of mania was happening, attempting to use every part of his body that could still move to assault Lily. But in the next moment, a yellow-white leather strap grew from the back of the boy's head, firmly binding him to the chair.
"Merlin's rubber bands, Harry, this…"
"Please step aside, Mrs. Potter… you wouldn't want anything to happen to your son, would you?"
"…Okay."
A mother's instinct told her to stop William, but the calm rationality told her not to interrupt William's actions because Dumbledore just assured them that William can be trusted. Didn't see the old man even… wait, what is Dumbledore eating?
Since William had turned a pile of cockroaches for him, now Dumbledore was busy catching "bugs" to eat at the table.
"Would you like one?"
Noticing the Potters' gaze, Dumbledore picked up a black "bug" still wriggling and offered it to them.
"…No, um, let's pass."
The couple instinctively waved, shook their heads, and took two steps back.
…
"Ugh—"
"Even if you beg like a dog, I won't release you."
William looked expressionlessly at the boy continuously writhing, ignoring Voldemort's British and Northern Irish United Kingdom curses, William continued—
"Wake up, Potter, muster the determination as if smashing a watermelon on your head."
William's original plan was to obliterate Voldemort, who thought he was invincible. Apparently, the previous experiences hadn't taught him a lesson, and Voldemort seemed to assume William was like Dumbledore, a rule-abiding 'good guy'—
Obviously, little Tom had not yet learned to assume the worst of people. Perhaps he'd only understand this after graduating, when he got to know a "kind", generous, wealthy witch named Hepzibah Smith?
As for forcibly separating Voldemort from Harry's head... at least, he assured Dumbledore it wouldn't affect Harry.
Occasional bouts of dementia should not interfere with life… right?
And catching the enemy off guard with absolute strength to defeat their scheme sounds so exciting!
Just moments ago, Harry's action of slapping his forehead with the Killing Curse to kill Voldemort truly startled him—
William rarely saw someone so quick from decision to execution in such a serious matter. All creatures inevitably feel fear before death, and the side effects of that fear were clearly seen by William, who mastered Ancient Magic.
Especially when Harry is only twelve this year. At this age, other little wizards are busy playing Gobstones or Wizard Chess daily, yet he already possesses the courage to face Voldemort—Honestly, if his magic talent isn't poor, Harry might be the best prospect William encountered at Hogwarts.
…Being the Child of Destiny (main character), the talent shouldn't be poor, right?
Therefore, William decided to give Harry a chance. Dumbledore wasn't aware of his plan… or was aware?
But it doesn't matter.
"I…"
Harry's expression twisted extremely, Voldemort's face started deforming, "growing" out from his forehead, "Haha, don't think about it, this boy already belongs to me, unless you kill me, but then that would mean… kill us—"
"…You like little boys so much? Does your home reside in Hiroshima or a church?" William hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist mocking.
"?"
"Alright, Potter, show some spirit, do you intend to spend your life with Voldemort, this sticky, round-headed thing?" William frowned, continuing to "prod" Harry with words, "This old pervert not only loves married women but also has a foot fetish. Do you intend to have the Death Eaters lick your soles every day?"
"Ah ah ah ah—"
Under William's "encouragement," Harry's reaction became more intense, the expression on the left half of his face gradually began to take control. The intense pain surged through Harry's brain, flashing frames of memory that were not his but belonged to young Voldemort.
Growing up in an orphanage, abusing others using his Magic Ability, entering Slytherin House, gathering the first generation "Death Eaters", taming the Basilisk, killing the "Mudblood" Myrtle Warren… the memories didn't cease, but the subsequent fragmentary memories remained somewhat blurry. In those mere seconds, Harry felt as if he experienced half of Voldemort's, Tom Riddle's, life.
This was a memory longer than any of Harry's own.
Even with the consciousness of little Voldemort, Harry felt as if being assimilated, slowly understanding the pleasure derived from bullying others, maybe dark mag…
"Wake up, Harry, haven't you seen Voldemort's pictures? Looks like a boiled egg without a nose—"
William's voice timely broke in.
"Shut up!"
Voldemort roared, under the influence of Emotion Magic, his emotions completely collapsed, Harry's consciousness began to claim dominance. Finally, as the pain subsided, breathing heavily, feeling his somewhat stiff right side, Harry managed to conjure a smile—
"Great, first step's done, Harry, next might hurt a bit."
William revealed what he considered a "warm" smile, rubbing his hands, slowly approaching the boy.
"…It hasn't ended?"
The boy's voice turned somewhat fearful.
"Of course," William's voice was low, low enough only for the two of them to hear, "You know, a soul is a potent supplement, you remember the second Goblin Rebellion? The 'Secret Vault', known as the catalyst, contained soul magic power capable of conquering the world…"
"Actually, my Magic History isn't good—"
"No worries, Professor Binns wouldn't blame you."
"So, you want me to—"
Harry snuffled, staring at William's hand touching his forehead, asking intuitively.
"Yes, follow my guidance," William nodded, "I'll help you absorb that old pervert."