Chapter 953 - 388: You’re No White Wizard Either, Sister!

Chapter 953: Chapter 388: You’re No White Wizard Either, Sister!

Voldemort sneered at her, then searched out Hufflepuff’s Golden Cup, Slytherin’s Pendant, and Lanlock’s fragment.

"Strange, isn’t it?" Voldemort suddenly said, standing up straight and turning his head to look at Harry, "You’ve been watching all this time, aren’t you curious why I would take these things?"

"You want to make Horcruxes." Harry said confidently, "A proud wizard like you would disdain using ordinary things to make Horcruxes, so you chose the relics of the four founders, right?"

"Oh yes, smart young wizard." Voldemort laughed, "I must admit, you have the cleverness I had in my youth—What a shame I found Hufflepuff’s Golden Cup in this foolish woman’s home, and my mother’s relic, Slytherin’s Pendant, and from another foolish woman’s lips I learned the whereabouts of Ravenclaw’s Crown, but I still don’t know where Gryffindor’s sword is hidden."

"In the Sorting Hat." Harry answered without hesitation, "According to some sayings, only a true Gryffindor can pull the sword from the hat."

"Such a foolish setup?" Voldemort was somewhat surprised, then laughed and said: "Thanks for providing this clue, young wizard—I am increasingly fond of you... Now, would you like to join the great Lord Voldemort and accomplish a great cause?"

"Join you?" Harry scratched his head, feeling that Voldemort seemed a bit mad.

"Of course." Voldemort found nothing wrong, "A young wizard like you, not following me is simply wasting your talent—I can help you achieve all your dreams."

Speaking of which, Voldemort suddenly asked, "By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet."

"Harry." Harry replied with a smile, "Harry Potter, didn’t you just hear my name from your dear Miss Hepzibah when introducing that piece of Lanlock’s gemstone."

Voldemort was stunned.

Voldemort’s eyes widened.

Voldemort fell into doubt again.

"You’re Harry Potter?" he asked hesitantly, "I don’t believe it."

"Believe it or not, Tom." Harry said with a smile, "But if you want to know more stories about that gemstone fragment, I can tell you... In exchange, why don’t you share what you felt from this gemstone with me, how about it?"

"Deal." Voldemort nodded, "You speak first—tell a tale about Harry Potter and Lanlock’s final showdown..."

He believed Harry’s words, after all, besides such an excellent legendary wizard, there probably wasn’t anyone with the courage and skill to enter a Horcrux.

"Not much to say, overall he couldn’t resist my spells." Harry shrugged, "You should know of Ancient Magic, right?"

"I know." Voldemort nodded, "I’ve seen news of Ancient Magic in some books, but I always thought it was just a lie before."

"Yeah." Harry shrugged, "People without the talent for Ancient Magic would always believe it’s just a lie... But in reality, it’s a harsh matter, most of those with Ancient Magic talents show no magical fluctuation before the age of fifteen, and then boom at fifteen."

"So, that’s how it is..." Voldemort nodded in realization, "I understand."

"Then what about Lanlock?" Harry pursued, "What did you feel from that fragment?"

"I won’t tell you, Harry." Voldemort suddenly laughed maliciously, "I know who you are, Harry—Nagini is a Horcrux I made only two years ago, I remember everything you have done to me—"

Harry suddenly realized he had miscalculated.

He forgot Nagini’s difference—the other Horcruxes were made by Voldemort before the First Wizarding War, whereas Nagini... Oh well, Nagini was made after his return.

Meaning, this Horcrux fragment knows who Harry is.

But it didn’t matter.

"It’s okay, Tom." Harry laughed maliciously too, "What difference does it make if you don’t tell me, I can find out myself!"

"Don’t!" Voldemort shouted in horror.

However, without hesitation, Harry pointed at Voldemort and chanted a spell.

"Legiliments (Mind Reading)!"

Suddenly, a stream of information flowed before Harry, and through Voldemort’s perspective, he found all the news about Lanlock.

In fact, from the first moment Voldemort saw Lanlock’s Soul Crystal, he felt the presence of Lanlock’s remnant soul.

Very similar, very similar!

It should be said, Harry unintentionally helped Lanlock create a Horcrux when killing him.

And Lanlock’s remnant soul was attached to that Soul Crystal fragment.

He then made a series of agreements with Voldemort, including forming an alliance to fight against those opposing them, including Harry Potter.

Even though Voldemort at the time didn’t know where Harry Potter was, it didn’t stop him from agreeing with Lanlock.

As a cost, Lanlock transferred a portion of his elf magic power to Voldemort and strengthened Voldemort’s soul.

No wonder he split into seven, Harry thought.

Once Harry finished viewing Voldemort’s memory, the latter sat there as if dragged away by several giants, looking utterly defeated.

"Kill me!" Voldemort said with some despair, "Don’t humiliate me anymore, Potter! Give me a quick death!"

"Seems unlikely." Harry shrugged, "Giving you an easy death is really too cheap for you, considering how you just toyed with me—Had you cooperated honestly, I might have spared you this time, but now is clearly too late, my dear Tom."

With that, Harry waved his wand, causing Voldemort to shrink into a small ball held in his hand.

With a dizzying spin, he landed back on the ground, still clutching Voldemort’s ball.

"How’s it? Harry?" Dumbledore asked with concern, "Has the Horcrux been expelled?"

Harry raised his hand, displaying the Voldemort ball to Dumbledore.

"Here it is." he said.

"Hard work." Dumbledore nodded, "Next, Voldemort won’t have any Horcruxes, as long as we can defeat him, we can utterly destroy him!"

"I must remind you, Dumbledore." Gellert suddenly said, "If I recall correctly, there are currently two Voldemorts, one in the United States and another whose whereabouts are unknown. Strictly speaking, you still need to eliminate two Voldemorts."

Dumbledore glanced at Gellert, saying nothing.

Harry picked up a specially made Crystal Bottle and stuffed Voldemort’s soul ball inside it.

"I think a large display tank should be made." Harry said, sitting on a chair, "Put Voldemort’s soul ball inside, and toss in some sea fish or something, maybe it will make a fine decoration."

Then, Voldemort’s soul ball was seen bouncing up and down inside the Crystal Bottle, clearly dissatisfied.

Yet, even if dissatisfied, he couldn’t do anything, as he’s under a roof now, power less than the circumstance, he could only keep his opinions to himself.

"I think your proposal is good, Potter." Gellert laughed mischievously, "For bad guys like Tom Riddle, that’s exactly what should be done—"

"If I recall correctly, you are indeed a Dark Wizard, right? Gael?" Vivi asked Gellert.

The words were clear enough, only short of pointing at Gellert’s nose to say he was also a notorious bad guy.

Gellert was slightly taken aback.

He turned to look at his sister, retorting back.

"Don’t forget you’re no White Wizard either, sister!"