Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 207 Lost Soul Fragment

If the light on Neville's body is like a firefly, then the light on Ron's body is like a flashlight.

As for Harry, the light on his body even gave Voldemort a dazzling feeling.

And beyond the dazzling light film, the flames were even more vigorous and directly hit the ceiling of the dormitory.

This really startled Voldemort.

"If you have time, you must ask Trelawney."

Voldemort thought about it, and quickly looked away.

He couldn't help but not to do this, because Harry's eyes were looking at his main body—the diary, intelligently.

This was the first time anyone had noticed the strangeness of the diary, but fortunately the tired Harry didn't show any more curiosity.

Night had already fallen, and it was already late when Harry returned.

After Ron chatted with him for a few words, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Voldemort had no intention of spying on Harry again. He was tired of integrating the world of the Holy Light into his soul. He decided to sleep in the office of the Dark Lord Professor for the night.

Consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and Voldemort's body slowly turned into a soul in the diary world.

In the middle of the night, Voldemort's soul trembled, and he felt a tyrannical breath hit him.

In the dormitory, the sleeping Harry suddenly frowned, and a dream flashed in his consciousness:

Godric's Hollow, Potter House.

"Jie Jie Jie~~~"

Horrified laughter sounded, and Harry saw a woman running around the house in a panic.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him—"

There were shouts from downstairs, Harry in the dream was very nervous, he didn't know what happened.

The woman in front of her looked even more flustered. She wanted to hug herself for a while, but turned around and ran towards the door.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

A voice came from downstairs, and a green light flickered outside the crack of the door.

The woman in front of her shuddered. She froze in shock, but quickly turned around and hugged Harry.

"Boom."

The door was knocked open, and a vague figure appeared in the room, raising his wand.

The woman put Harry in the cradle, her arms outstretched in front of the figure.

The two refused to give in, and Harry was terrified. He tried to persuade the two not to quarrel, but he couldn't speak.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the room—very suddenly, like apparition.

"who are you?"

Pointing at the woman in front of Harry, the wand moved sideways towards the figure who appeared out of the blue.

Harry's eyes also looked at the man who suddenly appeared. He looked only in his teens, like a Hogwarts senior.

"here it is……"

The man's voice was flat with hesitation, he glanced around the room, and finally landed on the most ferocious figure, "Can you let him fall into a deep sleep?"

Harry shuddered as he realized the man was looking at him.

The tyrannical figure was silent for a moment, and then a curse hit Harry's body.

In the dormitory, Harry shivered violently, and then passed out in his sleep.

"Why are you here?" the tyrannical figure asked, completely ignoring the woman who was standing aside, "Where is this?"

"Dream."

Voldemort, who was involved in the dream, said, "Let Lily faint too, or the subconscious will tell Harry about our conversation."

"Us?" The tyrannical figure asked dissatisfiedly, looking at Voldemort disdainfully, "You are just my soul..."

"Knock her out first, you idiot," Voldemort interrupted, growling.

"Whoosh."

After a green light and shadow passed, Lily died in this dream.

"Give me an explanation." The tyrannical figure asked.

Voldemort didn't answer him, but stared at his ugly self, frowning.

This was another piece of his own soul, the soul that was lost in Harry.

He shouldn't be called a Horcrux, because he lacks the magic reinforcement of [Soul Eater and Eternal Life].

To be precise, he is just a piece of soul, and it is the most brutal piece of his own soul.

"call."

The wand was raised again, pointing at Voldemort, who was obviously not calm.

Voldemort stepped forward and reached for the wand:

Thirteen and a half inches, yew, phoenix feather.

"Answer my question, Horcrux, why did you appear here?"

The tyrannical soul unhappily opened Voldemort's hand with his wand, but the wand just passed through Voldemort's hand.

"This is a dream, Riddle."

Voldemort looked at his illusory palm, and said, "It's just a strand of my consciousness that entered here, just like... Legilimency."

"Don't call me Riddle."

The brutal soul roared, and a Killing Curse hit Voldemort.

"Shh."

The spell passed through him without causing any harm to him.

"You are dead, Riddle, you must accept this."

As Voldemort was speaking, he suddenly heard footsteps downstairs, he turned his head and looked, it was Snape.

He rushed in, as if he couldn't see the two figures at all, picked up Lily's body, and cried loudly.

Voldemort frowned, looking down at Snape.

Although Lin Zuo knew about Snape's love for Lily from Lin Zuo's memory, to be honest, he didn't really understand.

But right now...

"Stand up, Snape, what are you doing?"

The tyrannical soul spoke, and then cast a Cruciatus Curse, but it still didn't work.

"Aren't you aware of your own mortality?"

Voldemort looked at him and asked, "Are you in a ghost state?"

The tyrannical soul looked at Voldemort, brows raised on his ugly face, as he reflected.

"who am I?"

he asked, looking at Voldemort.

"In Godric's Hollow, we killed Harry Potter's parents, and then when we hit Harry...the Killing Curse bounced off, and you were customarily made part of a Horcrux, just a part. "

Voldemort opened his mouth to explain.

"I'm a Horcrux?"

After the tyrannical soul finished speaking, he laughed loudly and said, "Riddle, you are the Horcrux. I created you in the fifth grade. Look at your appearance..."

Voldemort rubbed his brows, he felt that he could not persuade this soul.

"If you don't come out, then think about how many times you have killed Lily, and when you figure it out, contact me anytime."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he glanced at Snape who was covering his mouth and weeping bitterly, and then voluntarily exited the dream, allowing this ray of consciousness to return to the notebook.

The tyrannical soul, who was in a daze, raised his wand again after thinking for a moment, and cast a spell at Snape.

But the result was the same, he couldn't hurt Snape.

If he is the master of this memory, or if his soul is stronger, he can do it.

But obviously, he can't meet any of these conditions.

"who am I?"

The tyrannical soul roared and asked.

It's a pity that Voldemort, who has already left, will obviously not answer him again.

And the other people in the dream couldn't give an answer either.

(End of this chapter)