Mentor and Friends

Voldemort was injured and fled, because of the intervention of the spell, he failed to return to the place he wanted to go as he wished.

He fell in the middle of nowhere, panting, the spell that hit him just now wasn't a jinx, but it was enough to weaken him for a while.

In the blur, there are footsteps approaching.

He raised his head vigilantly and looked towards the place where the footsteps came from.

A young man was walking towards him. The man had messy hair and smiling green eyes. He looked like a young man who had strayed into this place by mistake.

At first glance there was no threat, so Voldemort did not move as he approached.

But what the man said after approaching made Voldemort pull out his wand with the remaining strength: "Oh, Lord Voldemort, are you here to enjoy the scenery or are you waiting to die?"

The other party seemed to be asking "Do you think the weather is suitable for going out for a picnic today?"

"You..." Voldemort said hoarsely, "who are you..."

"It doesn't matter who I am, anyway, you never remember other people's names." The other party narrowed his eyes and smiled happily. "A remnant soul is a remnant soul. Even if you get your own body, even if you have your own magic power, you are still just a piece of remnant soul separated from the main body. In other words, does your fading memory trouble you very much? ?”

"Damn you..."

"Someone said the same thing to me before." The other party was not angry, "but it turns out that he was killed by 'stupid' me, and I am still standing here."

Voldemort is completely incomprehensible to people who suddenly appear in front of him.

He couldn't guess the opponent's power, couldn't see through the opponent's weakness, and couldn't remember the opponent's origin.

But one thing is certain, this person must have a deep connection with the main soul, otherwise the other party would not know that he is a piece of Horcrux separated from the main soul.

Just grab this guy...

"The wand is coming." Seemingly understanding what he was thinking, the other party handed over his wand while he was not paying attention, "By the way, can you use the death curse without a wand?"

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do..." The other party looked at his wand carefully, as if considering whether to break it, "I want to be a robber and play a game of robbery."

"you……"

"But... I'm not short of money," the other party really thought about it seriously, "and I'm not short of power, as long as I think, someone will send it to me, so I'll come to robbery." He said He narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Let's just take... the part of you that belongs to Tom Riddle."

Before Voldemort could react, he suddenly uttered a spell.

The golden light sank into his body, and Voldemort screamed.

It was as if some power was operating in his body, forcibly cutting his soul open, the pain was worse than Cruciatus.

The veins in Voldemort's hands were throbbing, as if with just one impulse, his blood would burst/pipe.

At that moment, he realized that the other party was forcibly separating his soul.

He spent so many years merging the soul, but the other party is using a black magic to split it.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and the persistence of not wanting to die made him burst out with strength.

Although he couldn't use the death spell, he still cast a spell that the opponent had to avoid.

At the moment the other party avoided, he disappeared in place.

"You scared him away." Ron came out from the corner, looked at the traces on the ground, and shook his head, "We met Voldemort before, and we were the only ones to escape."

The young man - Harry Potter shrugged, snapped the wand he had taken from Voldemort, and cast a Vanishing Curse on it.

"By the way, when did you come back?" Ron looked at his friend.

I haven't seen him for three years. My friend who went out on a long trip was a lot tanned, but he is also much more energetic than before. At least at a glance, the lifelessness that was lingering around him has disappeared, and the sadness in his eyes has completely disappeared. replaced by a smile.

"I just arrived yesterday evening. I went to visit some friends." Harry put away his wand and smiled at Ron. "Ron, I'm starving to death."

"I only bought the ingredients, you cook yourself." Ron spread his hands.

"By the way, what's the matter with you and Moody? We've lived together for almost four years, don't you have any plans?" Although he has been traveling abroad, Harry still knows about his friend's situation.

"I said that when you come back, you don't care about your partner's affairs but ask about mine. What are you thinking?" Ron looked at him helplessly.

"Don't change the subject, confess and be lenient."

"The wizarding world has been in such a mess these past few years. He can't keep up with himself, so he still plans to do so." Ron spread his hands, "You told me not to meddle in Voldemort's affairs again, what do you think I can do?"

"Then it's still my fault." Harry smiled and punched him on the chest, "To make up for my mistake, how about cooking you a big meal later?"

"I'm afraid it's just me." Ron laughed. "Moody went to Egypt and won't be back until two days later."

"Oh, does this mean that we live in a world of two?"

"Harry Potter! Where the hell have you been recently!"

Back at the house where Ron and Moody are now living, Harry got to work.

There has always been a room belonging to Harry, and Moody knows about it, but he has never seen Harry come back, but since Ron wants to prepare it, he naturally has no opinion.

Harry went to his room to freshen up for a while, then went into the kitchen to prepare food.

"I said, what's the situation on Voldemort's side?" When Harry was getting ready, Ron was helping him.

"It can't be separated." Harry's expression was a little dignified, "If there is still a little bit of infusion, it is not impossible to separate the soul piece, but I can see from the detection of the situation in his body that his The soul has been completely fused with the soul of the body he seized, and it cannot be separated at all."

"You said his memory loss, could it be..."

"After all, it's just a small piece of soul, which can't replace the status of the whole soul." Harry's eyes flashed with disdain, and he never wanted to give any sympathy to Voldemort's stupidity.

"You mean, the main soul of that body is fighting?"

"I guess so." Harry cracked a few eggs, "Look, I also have a remnant soul on my body, but it hasn't posed too much threat over the years. Back then, Voldemort occupied the soul of that body and killed the opponent. He merged his soul into his own and forcibly changed the fluctuation of magic power. He occupied this body all these years and thought he had succeeded, but he didn't think about it. He was only 16 years old when he was split, and his soul was in an unstable period. With this situation, how long do you think you can occupy that body?"

"His memory is declining, is it because the soul of another person in his body is waking up?"

"I'm afraid so," said Harry. "You see, we don't know much about Horcruxes, and Tom didn't know much about Horcruxes back then. After Horcruxes got his own body, he must have tried every means to stabilize himself. I will definitely not go back and investigate this aspect carefully. As long as he occupies Without his body, he must think he has succeeded."

Unexpectedly, the other party shot himself in the foot.

"In other words, maybe before we do anything, Voldemort will eat his own fruit?" Ron put the processed potatoes on the plate and handed them to Harry.

"you can say it this way."

However, Harry himself would never allow such a thing to happen.

"What do you think will happen to the people who have received his memory and power if what we have guessed turns out to be true and Voldemort's soul has really been replaced?"

"Can this happen too?" Ron was a little surprised.

"Since I can be a Parseltongue, we'll have to think about the worst... Are vegetables going to be used for soup?"

"I prefer corn chowder," said Ron. "How about some fruit salad?"

"You go get..."

Preparing food for two was difficult, and it wasn't long before they had food on the table.

For Gryffindors, there was never the so-called "broken promise" habit at the dinner table. If they could calm down one day, such a situation would be considered abnormal.

"By the way, when do you plan to go back?" Ron asked as he sipped his soup, "I guess Riddle already guessed that it was you when you were at Malfoy Manor just now."

"He can guess it's me, but he may not necessarily be able to find me." Harry lowered his eyes, "I still don't know how to meet him."

"I said..." Ron glanced at him in surprise, "Did your three years of traveling go for nothing?"

"Maybe, I'll think about it when Tom gets rid of Voldemort." Harry muttered, "He'll have to deal with the trouble he caused himself."

That's why he didn't let Ron interfere.

Some things really only have to be experienced in person to understand which are desirable and which are not desirable.

Compared with the warmth on Harry and Ron's side at this time, the atmosphere on Tom's side is much more dignified.

In the Malfoy Manor, Lucius was crying because of the previous movement, Abraxas was holding the child and gently coaxing him, and Tom was sitting on the sofa in silence.

After Lucius was finally quiet, Abraxas hugged him and came to Tom: "Tom?"

He couldn't be mistaken, the twinkle in Tom's eyes was clearly excited.

"It's him..." Tom murmured softly, "he's back..."

"He..." Lucius didn't know why, but in just a moment, he thought of something, "Harry is back?"

"He's back..." Tom closed his eyes and murmured softly, with a trace of sadness, and more importantly, a trace of relief...