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Chapter 98 Shattered Worldview

Du Mu was a little surprised at Harry's calmness, and then he was relieved.

It seems that Harry has matured quite a lot.

Even though he's still young... but sometimes, children just don't know enough information.

For example, Tom next to him had an expression of complete disbelief.

He looked pale, tongue-tied, and looked as if his outlook on life had collapsed. Compared with the calm and mature Harry, he was really out of place.

But how could Tom not be horrified and go crazy?

That’s it, that’s it!
All the mysteries have been explained!

Why did this man absorb his mental power himself, why did this man go through so much trouble to prepare the materials for his resurrection, it turned out that it was all for this brat named Harry!
The other party needs his soul to become complete, and he works hard to search for materials to rebuild his body, all for this little ghost!

Why!
Is it necessary to do this for him?
Tom stared at Harry intently. He had just been resurrected, and his body should have been like a new life, but his originally healthy whites of his eyes had begun to show bloodshot.

Tom's defense was broken, a big one.

In the past, he was extremely obedient to Du Mu's orders, just obeying the other party's power.

In Tom's understanding, the world should be structured like this: the weak obey the strong, and the strong obey the stronger. It's clear and straightforward.

Such messy stuff like love makes people feel sick just by listening to it.

Only hatred is real, killing is real, and power is real!

The entire human world, whether it is the Muggle or wizarding world, is all like this!

He looked at Du Mu, the blood vessels on his forehead bulging, and asked in a deep voice: "Professor Du Mu...you, you asked me to devour your spiritual power in the past, just for today?"

Du Mu thought about it and decided not to tell the other party about the gift. In that case, saving the other party's life was originally to resolve the potential danger posed by Harry, and it was indeed for today.

So Du Mu nodded slightly.

"Then... why? Is he your heir? A nephew or..."

Tom forced a smile.

This time it was Harry who shook his head and said, "No, I came here by accident, and then Uncle Du felt sorry for me and let me live here."

Not even a blood relationship...

Before they died, Harry's biological parents cast a set of protective magic on him that lasts to this day and can even defend against the purest Killing Curse.

Tom froze in place. He said in a hoarse voice, "But, why? The amount of spiritual power I devoured from you is enough to kill several people. Even if your soul is as powerful as the sea, this should still be a big loss..."

"But you, just for a strange little ghost?"

Harry's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Du Mu anxiously: "Uncle Du, have your spiritual power been devoured?"

Du Mu comforted him, "It's nothing, it's just a drop in the bucket for me."

Seeing Harry showing a look of self-blame, Du Mu shook his head and said, "It's not entirely for you. His Devouring is too weak. It's more like training for me. It can help me to cultivate my spirit to be stronger. Even if I never knew you, I would take the same action."

Harry didn't take it seriously, but he could see that Du Mu didn't want him to feel guilty, so he hid his emotions in his heart and pretended to look enlightened.

However, these words made Tom's expression even more distorted.

What the hell is this about training the soul? Is the soul a muscle?
If this kind of thing can temper the soul, then Tom is the person with the most powerful soul in the world!

A strong emotion, different from killing, different from hatred, different from hostility, grew wildly in Tom's heart and invaded every corner.

It's jealousy.

The jealousy was so strong that it almost ignited all the magic power.

Parents? In Tom's mind, they only represented filth and shame.

The mother, who obviously possessed noble power, found an ordinary Muggle, and even did not rely on her own charm, but used a love potion.

The Muggle father, who should have been honored for being chosen by a noble wizard, actually fled as if he was avoiding a monster after the love potion wore off.

In the end, the so-called mother, the stupid woman who gave birth to herself, did not use any magic to assist her fertility. Her soul seemed to have floated away with the stupid man. She gave birth to herself in an orphanage and died an hour later.

Where is love? Between parents? Between father and son? Between mother and son?

There is nothing there. Love does not exist in this world. The mother's greatest stupidity was, first, choosing a Muggle father, and second, stopping using love potions on her father.

Only power and domination are the composition of this world. When you have enough power, even love can be controlled.

That's how it should be.

This is how the world should be.

"You monster..." Tom looked at Harry and said coldly.

Not to mention Harry, even Du Mu was stunned.

What is against Tiangang?

There would actually be a day when Voldemort called Harry a monster?

Harry looked at Tom seriously and responded, "No, I'm not a monster."

"Also, you should give my wand back to me."

Tom lowered his head and looked at the wand in his hand, feeling dazed for a moment.

Isn't this your wand? Why should you give it back to him?
Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, so familiar, so handy.

The wand had clearly acknowledged itself.

You've got everything, and now you're going to take my wand too?

Seeing that Tom didn't say anything, Harry frowned.

He walked towards Tom.

Tom couldn't help but take a half step back.

There was no way, even the killing curse had no effect on the enemy, Tom was really panicked.

It's like an ordinary person holding a machine gun, but finding that he has no way to break through the enemy's mecha and feels desperate.

But this half step back exposed Tom's inner fear.

He was afraid of Harry.

On every level.

Tom realized this and his face became extremely ferocious.

I won't give in to a brat like you!

I will only submit to the powerful!
A loser like you who uses so-called "love" to cheat, never even think of making me bow down to you!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Collapse!"

"All petrified!"

"Heart-breaking!"

Tom cast spells at Harry frantically. Du Mu frowned and was about to use his magic to restrain Tom when he saw Harry take a step forward, welcoming all attacks and slowly walking forward.

He finally got close to Tom, and all of the opponent's spells were silently annihilated by Lily's magic after they came into contact with Harry.

Harry reached out and took Tom's wand-holding hand in his.

Tom was slightly stunned.

"Click."

There was a clear sound of bone fracture, and Tom's pupils suddenly contracted, and he screamed uncontrollably.

“Ahhhh——!!”

Harry exerted a little force and pulled it downwards. Tom could not bear the severe pain in his palm any more. He followed the direction of Harry's force and knelt down with a painful look on his face. His pale face was covered with cold sweat.

Harry reached out his free hand and slowly and easily pulled out his wand.

When the wand fell into Harry's hands, Tom fell to the ground in despair, looking at his right hand which was almost crushed into a ball of rotten meat.

Failed...completely failed.

His magic had no effect on the opponent, and the opponent's melee ability was as strong as that of a magical beast.

Tom even doubted whether Hagrid could defeat the child in a pure fight.

Tom suddenly thought of a joke in the Muggle world: If you could go back to Hitler's infancy, would you kill him?
Tom suddenly laughed.

Although his face was painful and pale, his whole body was covered with cold sweat due to the pain.

But he still smiled, with his head lowered. His hair completely obscured his entire expression, and only a strange laugh of “hehehehehe…” could be heard.

His sweat and snot dripped onto his knees and the ground, making it difficult for people around him to tell whether it was laughter or sobbing.

To me, this is not just a joke.

His true self really broke into the house of this man named Harry when he was born, killed his parents who were protecting him, and to be on the safe side, cast the most powerful killing curse on the infant.

The results of it?
The body died just like that, like a dog, and the escaped soul is a stray dog.

Isn’t this too ridiculous?
Facing this man named Harry...it turned out that I was destined to be no match for him since he was born.

Oh, and his parents are wizards, so he's still a pureblood?

Lost.

It was a complete loss, with no chance of a comeback.

Even from the previous generation, he had already lost... He lost to his parents, lost to his bloodline, lost to his strength, lost to the people who protected him, lost to himself, a complete crushing from beginning to end. Tom's laughter finally turned into sobs, and he covered his face with his twisted bloody hands.

He is so jealous.

He is so envious...

Why does the other party get so much attention and protection without paying anything...

Harry looked at Tom who was in great pain, and at the blood on his wand, and was silent for a moment.

Then he turned back to look at Du Mu and suddenly asked, "But Uncle Du, according to what you and Headmaster Dumbledore said, now that I have left the Dursleys, my mother's magic should not have much effect."

Harry touched his chest and said in confusion: "But... all those spells just now disappeared silently. Is the magic left by my mother really so powerful?"

Tom stopped feeling sorry for himself and waited for Du Mu's answer.

But he didn't look up.

Everything that happened to Harry was too much of a blow to him.

His entire outlook on life, the world, and values ​​were all shattered. Everything he had known in the past was no longer true for Harry, but the other person had everything he desired.

Everything you desire on the surface and everything you desire deep in your heart.

Du Mu felt that this was not a secret, and shook his head and said, "Because I am using your blood as a ritual to resurrect Tom...that is, Voldemort."

"He has the same blood as you, Harry, so he has become your blood relative. As long as Tom lives... your mother's magic will remain perfectly effective and protect you from Voldemort."

Tom raised his head blankly, looked at Du Mu, then at Harry, and finally looked down at the blood flowing from his hands.

What should I do? I kind of want to commit suicide and revive myself.

But the only remaining Horcrux has already been used as one of the props in the resurrection ceremony.

The soul in Harry's body also died under his own killing curse.

He no longer had any Horcruxes.

If he dies this time, he will have a true rest...

But I don’t know why.

It suddenly seemed to Tom that this matter was not terrible at all.

Probably...it doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn’t matter, love whatever you want.

Tom, whose worldview had just been shattered, was now confused about the world as a whole.

He no longer had a clear goal or path to follow.

Seeking power? Seeking immortality?
What a pursuit! I have been pursuing it for who knows how many years, but in the end it is all in vain.

He looked up at Harry, expression blank.

Anyway, no matter how powerful he becomes, facing this little kid named Harry Potter, he will only end up in a miserable defeat.

Since the ending has been determined, the process in between naturally doesn’t matter.

Harry looked at Tom with a complicated expression.

He is indeed Voldemort.

Being regarded as a blood relative by such a person is really...

"But I heard rumors that Voldemort is extremely ugly. Why?" Harry wiped the blood off his wand with the hem of his school uniform and asked puzzledly.

Du Mu said: "Because the soul that has been resurrected now is the soul that was split when Voldemort was sixteen years old. He used the crime of killing a school girl as material to cut off his own soul and sealed it in a diary. That diary is also a Horcrux, and I used it to reshape his body."

Harry was stunned and looked at Tom with even more contempt.

Tom remained silent.

He was now completely "scattered", without any goals or spirit. All his arrogance and ambition had been completely destroyed, and he didn't even know what he should do now.

But although Harry's eyes were contemptuous, they were also somewhat silent.

Sixteen-year-old Voldemort?

In other words, he has no memory of killing his parents...

No, fundamentally speaking, a soul that split apart at the age of sixteen cannot be considered the murderer of his own parents.

He is just another murderer and a scumbag.

"Uncle Du, should I go back to Hogwarts tonight?"

After everything Harry went through today, all of his new doubts were answered again, and he felt like his soul had been deeply cleansed inside and out.

He was eager to rest and digest what had happened today.

Du Mu noticed Harry's fatigue and nodded, "I'll take you back to Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Du Mu looked at Tom again.

I used to carry the diary with me, but what should I do with such a living person?
However, the opponent does not have a magic wand, and in terms of hand-to-hand combat ability, he may not even be able to beat Banner, so there is no need to worry about him posing a threat to the children in the yard.

And it seems that the other party can also serve as a witness to clear Hagrid's guilt... Du Mu and Hagrid have never had any contact, and the only thing that flashed through his mind was the remaining value of Tom.

Well, after all, Tom Riddle is still a member of the Hogwarts world. There is no need to judge him mindlessly. It is better to take him back to the place where he committed the crime.

It’s a pity that I won’t be able to brush up my mental strength anymore.

So Du Mu reached out and pressed his hand on Tom's shoulder, slowly stopping the bleeding.

Tom was slightly startled, feeling the gentle sensation coming from his palm which was originally in great pain, and his whole brain was in a trance for a moment.

Professor Du Mu, why do you want to treat yourself?

I should be of no use to you anymore, right?

He raised his head and looked at Du Mu.

After Du Mu used his magic power to heal Tom, he suddenly remembered that he still seemed to have some value...

That's mana feedback.

But this time it was Du Mu who hesitated.

The truth is, Tom is not trustworthy at all.

What if the other party gains magical power and starts to return to his old ways?
Although it's not a threat, it's a bit disgusting...

Tom saw Du Mu's hesitation and was a little confused.

What is Professor Du Mu hesitating about? Hesitating about treating himself? Isn't he already treating himself...

Tom began to recall his time with the mysterious professor, and suddenly, he remembered what the other person had said to him at the beginning.

'I just want a good student.'

Ah……

Tom smiled sadly.

Yes, an excellent student.

It seems that Professor Du Mu did not deceive himself...

He looked at Harry.

Harry looked at him too.

Tom looked at the young boy who was extremely calm and even had what could be called 'momentum', and he couldn't help but admire him.

The other party is indeed a very good student.

Tom's previous evaluation standards have been shattered today.

The evaluation of Harry at this time is a heartfelt emotion without any prejudice or hatred.

"Tom, since you consider me your professor, I have one last thing to teach you."

Tom was stunned, looking at Du Mu's eyes which seemed to have made some kind of decision, and his heart was suddenly touched.

Then, he heard Du Mu say a familiar sentence: "After all, you are also an excellent student."

It means that the magic power in the body is sufficient.

Anyway, I will get ten times the feedback... Just give the opponent less empowerment and make him weaker than Harry.

When Tom heard this, he just felt a buzzing sound and felt a little dizzy.

Can I... myself be considered excellent?
Can it be considered excellent if you are unable to fight back against a child who may be decades younger than you?
Tom suppressed his inner throbbing, nodded, looked at Du Mu with an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity, and said, "Okay, Professor."

"I will study hard."

Du Mu felt a little strange when he felt the strangeness of Tom's attitude.

But he could feel Tom's sincerity at this moment, as if there was no longer anything hidden under his words.

Du Mu, who didn't understand how much of a shock Tom had received today, was confused for only a moment, then he stood up and said to Harry and Tom: "Okay, then you guys hold me and we'll go to Hogwarts."

Having said that, he pulled the two of them and walked out of the martial arts hall.

The next moment, Harry and Du Mu disappeared from the spot.

Tom was left alone, standing blankly at the entrance of the martial arts gym.

(End of this chapter)