Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 473 The Recovered Soul

This is an extremely wonderful feeling.

It can be said that Harry, a living Horcrux, cannot experience this wonderful perception.

Riddle, who already has two identities as a Horcrux and a main soul, seemed to feel another self gradually awakening in the darkness when he came into contact with the Hufflepuff's golden cup, which is Voldemort's Horcrux.

With it came those memories that obviously did not belong to Voldemort and him.

That was a kind-looking woman. The scarred house elf. The brown-haired boy who sneaked into the kitchen. And finally, he stretched out his slender fingers, pinched one ear handle, and picked up the cup from the soft satin cushion.

It's really wonderful, this golden cup seems to have engraved the memories of all those who resonate with it.

Hepzibah Smith, the descendant of Hufflepuff and the last owner of the golden cup, is probably the descendant of the brown-haired boy.

He secretly took the golden cup from the kitchen, disobeying Hufflepuff's wish to keep the golden cup in the Hogwarts kitchen.

The other self in the Horcrux began to think with those memories.

Looking at the other self, and the feeling of loss that penetrated the soul that he had only realized now, Riddle fell into a trance. Recalling the conversation in the headmaster's office an hour ago.

"Do you really want to confess as the main soul?" Dumbledore was worried at that time.

But he answered decisively: "Only in this way can I be more complete, compared to Voldemort."

He answered like this at the time.

But only he knew what he was thinking.

As he spoke, the picture of Harry Potter summoning the Pluto Dragon flashed in his mind.

That was when he had made up his mind to do this.

And it happened that the information about the Horcrux that Harry Potter found yesterday allowed him to really implement his plan.

Since obtaining the human form and even the main soul identity, Riddle can confirm that he is now much stronger than he was at the age of seventeen.

What's more, after deeply studying Muggle knowledge, those concepts made him feel refreshed and his magic progressed greatly.

And after Voldemort's transformation, he also had some characteristics of wizards in that field.

But without those difficult magic transformations and without the memory of adulthood, he finally stopped at that field - the field that only Voldemort and Dumbledore belonged to.

He originally thought that he could be a good teacher after creating a powerful destructive force to kill Voldemort by relying on the scientific knowledge he learned that Voldemort didn't understand, combined with his own magic theory.

But Harry Potter's progress made him feel a sense of crisis.

He might be able to improve the destructive power of his magic step by step through scientific research and those further theories.

But in terms of the improvement of essence, the progress was minimal.

Although the path of combining science and magic he took had a bright future, the speed of progress was far less than that of Harry Potter.

So, he started to think about recovering other Horcruxes to strengthen himself.

Because, with Harry Potter, a powerful living Horcrux.

Those dead things were actually weaknesses for him.

However, he was not prepared to recover Horcruxes according to the methods recorded in the book.

In "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed", the only way to recover the soul in the Horcrux is to repent.

That is, to truly feel the killing when making the Horcrux, and experience it as a victim.

When doing this, it is equivalent to cutting off the "scarred" part of the soul, so that the "wounds" fit together.

It is said that this feeling is extremely painful, and this pain alone can destroy a wizard's mind.

This is why Riddle did not choose this method to recover the soul.

And the new method comes from an existence that is ignored by everyone.

In Hogwarts, because of the magic of food spiritualization, more and more ghosts have restored their blood color, no longer pearly white.

They have also gradually recovered a little bit of magic power.

However, their magic power is not like when they were alive, and the state is very strange.

It actually needs to be used as needed, that is, when used, it is refined in the magic magnetic field or digested by spiritualized food.

But even so, it has caused a group of ghosts to start studying magic again.

They existed like hands and feet in their lifetime.

And Riddle came into contact with many ghosts in order to reach the realm of demigods at that time.

Trying to find inspiration from their unique magic.

And the fat monk is one of them.

As the resident ghost of Hufflepuff, he is always kind.

Let other ghosts and wizards overlook one thing.

He is a great man who almost became the Pope.

He combined his belief in the Bible and created some of his unique magic.

Even black magic.

After all, the devil is also a servant of God.

In the stories of the Muggle world, many priests recite the Bible to subdue the devil, and even directly command the devil.

Riddle found the direction from the fat monk's magic.

Developed a magic called Holy Sacrifice.

Treat your evil thoughts as demons, and yourself as the lord of all demons, Satan, the source of sin.

Kill your evil side and sacrifice yourself.

And now, he will regard himself in the golden cup as a demon and start the sacrifice.

"I am Satan, the enemy of God, the lord of demons, the oldest serpent. I am sin. A fallen soul, you serve yourself." Riddle sang a poem written in Hebrew.

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As the poem sounded, his magic wand also danced.

The golden cup began to float in the air, and runes emerged from Riddle's mouth.

These runes were absorbed by the golden cup one by one, and bursts of ethereal sounds rang out.

Riddle's voice became more and more rough, the whites of his eyes turned black, and illusory dragon horns emerged from his brows.

Then there was the sound of fluttering wings, and black feathers slowly emerged from the golden cup. A Riddle with pure white eyes and snow-white hair stood in front of Riddle with black whites and a prominent head.

The golden cup began to fall slowly with the sound of fluttering wings, and when it fell to the stone floor, the white-haired Riddle spread his black wings.

The dark flames began to burn from his body, from his bare feet to the tips of his hair on top of his head.

A cross like white marble emerged behind him, and golden chains bound him to it.

The real Riddle also stopped reciting the poem and began to breathe in.

As Riddle breathed in, the burning flames began to flow along his breathing path and into his mouth and nose.

The body of the white-haired Riddle gradually became illusory, and the cross and the golden chain began to emit little starlight and flew towards his dark wings.

The dark wings were dyed white by the starlight, the cross and the chain turned into nothingness, and the white-haired Riddle was left with only a shadow.

The real Riddle also stopped breathing.

The moment he opened his eyes, the two Riddles overlapped!

The Holy Sacrifice is over!