Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 499 Red Beast Face

"Merlin's beard!" Harry couldn't help screaming as he woke up from his deep sleep, raised his head and opened his eyes.

The medium through which he entered the boiler room, the mirror he gave to Kreacher, reflected him in a completely different appearance.

His face seemed to be divided into two halves, and the face on the right side of his face was fortunately still the same.

But the skin on the left side of his face turned red and scaly. The left eye also turned into an unknown pure black.

You know, the so-called black eyes in this world are all dark brown, but his are different, as black as a bottle of thick ink ground from a good ink stick.

When he saw his face, messy and complicated memories kept coming to his mind.

It was a tall dark-skinned woman with thick eyelids. She and him were entangled and intimate in the bushes, in the tree house, and even on the street.

In addition, there was a man with a square face and strong jaw muscles who kept his eyes drooping.

Following those obscene memories was killing.

Green lights of death flashed continuously, accompanied by the victims' terrified cries.

But what was even more disgusting was that in these memories, he seemed to be the protagonist.

And he actually developed an inexplicable liking for the black-skinned woman.

Harry looked at the corner of the wall, where the treasures that Kreacher had urgently rescued were placed.

Among them were some silver photo frames, which were hers!

Bellatrix Lestrange!

The reason why he didn't recognize her at the first time was that Bella in his memory was completely different from the photo.

She was an adult in his memory, and when facing "him", she didn't have the arrogant look in the photo.

On the contrary, her beautiful brown eyes were full of deep love.

"This Horcrux represents Voldemort's "love" for Bella?" Harry just felt like vomiting.

What's worse is that Harry quickly understood the identity of the square-faced man, even though he had never seen him.

In his memory, he always had the pleasure of grabbing other people's treasures and enjoying them in person, in addition to the physical pleasure.

And the only one who could make Voldemort enjoy Bella like this was Rodolphus Lestrange.

Bella's husband.

Harry forced his brain to empty, remained calm, and opened his eyes again.

On the retina, the task was indeed updated.

Task 6: Face the remaining memories and digest them.

Note: It's not mastery, it's digestion. It's not digging, it's acting. You must always be aware that you are just playing a role. When the red face disappears, it's also the time to complete the task.

"Great." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not only for the completion of Task 5.

It's also because he realized one thing, his left half of the face seems to be this way only in his own eyes.

And after completing Task 6, that is, digesting these memories, his face will return to its original state.

"But now. I have to look in the mirror every day." Harry remembered what he said to Kreacher and couldn't help but smile.

He put his hand into the mirror and fell into darkness again. Time passed quickly, and Ginny's birthday flashed by.

The worst thing for Harry these days is those memories.

In his dreams every day, he is Voldemort, entangled and killing with Bella all over the world.

And during these times when he wakes up, he will fall into a trance from time to time. When he wakes up, Ginny usually lies in his arms with a red face.

Those disgusting memories seem to have changed him into a different person.

In the mirror world, he has tested it.

Some of the evil curses, poison curses, and even black magic that he was not good at in the past, he can now do it easily.

When he was completely immersed in those memories, he even had a feat of using the Fiendfyre alone to burn the whole of London to ashes.

You know, Fiendfyre is one of the most terrifying black magics, and it is a magic fire that becomes more and more powerful as it burns.

These fires can mimic the forms of some monsters, and constantly chase almost all objects that can burn, regardless of friend or foe.

They cannot be extinguished by water, and water is also an object that can burn in his eyes.

Only the phoenix is ​​not afraid of the fierce fire, because as a fire spirit, the phoenix will not be hurt no matter how hot or in the flames.

And he was unscathed in the crazy state like the phoenix.

Those memories seemed to be not only memories, but also power.

He might be the same as Voldemort in that state.

After that, he also found one thing, that is, most of the red scales on his left face fell off.

The skin from his cheek to his chin has returned to its original state.

That destruction seemed to be the best performance.

These days, Harry has summarized it.

The shedding of scales is related to his behavior.

The closer the behavior is to Voldemort in memory, the more scales will fall off.

And what Voldemort did in memory is also easy to summarize.

There are only three: intimacy, destruction, and killing.

The number of scales that fall off is thus in a progressive relationship.

That is, the number of scales that fall off when intimacy is the least.

But this may also be because he and Ginny have not had a deeper communication.

And Harry can do destruction in the mirror world.

But perhaps because he had done it too many times, he seemed to realize that all this was fake in his frenzy.

The scales that fell off became fewer and fewer.

And Harry never tried the final kill.

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He just had a hunch that if he really killed a wizard, the scales on his face would fall off completely.

But Harry was not prepared to act out the last behavior.

Because he remembered the words in the notes, acting was not what really made him Voldemort.

Acting, acting, that is, he was not Voldemort himself, but just an actor who played the role of Voldemort.

If killing was required on the way to resurrecting his mother, he would rather abort the mission.

What's more, the number of scales that fell due to being intimate with Ginny, treating her as Bella, and treating himself as Voldemort, did not seem to have decreased.

It seemed that his true love for Ginny led to all this.

If he went a step further, maybe -

"Harry!"

"Hey!"

"What are you thinking about?" After a long absence, in Flourish and Blotts, Ron patted Harry's shoulder and forcibly turned Harry's head from looking at Ginny to another direction.

"Harry, he's still outside." Draco came over and whispered beside Harry.

"If you want, go home and let's go to your room--" Ginny stretched out her index fingers and touched them together.

Her face was the same color as her hair.

"Am I the kind of person you think I am?" Harry rolled his eyes unhappily.

"Yes!" The three of them said in unison.

They all felt that Harry had almost become a different person during this period of time.

He never missed any opportunity to be intimate with Ginny.

It seemed that he was completely glued to her.