I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

This year has undoubtedly been the most unique, eventful, and even somewhat bizarre academic year for Harry Potter since he entered Hogwarts.

First, there was the selection for the Triwizard Tournament. He clearly hadn't thrown his own name into the Goblet of Fire, but for some reason, after he had already thrown out Cedric's name, he threw out his own name as well, forcing him to become a champion of Hogwarts along with Cedric... This subjected him to a lot of disdain, especially the relentless ridicule from the Slytherins and the stigma of being a "cheater," which almost made him unable to hold his head up high.

Before the first project even started, he learned from Mad-Eye Moody that the project involved fire dragons. Just as he was getting terrified of how to face those fire-breathing behemoths and wondering how he would die, the fire dragons died first.

The dragons that had been secretly transported to Hogwarts were immediately provoked by the invading Reincarnators. The alarmed dragons attacked the Minotaur, only to be torn apart by the minotaur with his bare hands... Hagrid cried for a very long time because of this.

Now the whole world knows that the first project was related to the dragon... but it doesn't matter anymore, since the dragon is gone anyway.

After all this commotion, the Triwizard Tournament will definitely have to be postponed. Both the venue and the challenge are completely ruined. Harry Potter should have been happy, but Malfoy keeps spreading rumors about him sneaking out, which has really upset him. What's more, it's true, and he was even locked up for a week...

"I told you not to sneak out... Now look what happened!"

"Alright, Miss Know-It-All, it's always 'If only I had known, if only I had known,' and you ran out here too!"

"You! I'm just worried about you guys getting into trouble outside!"

Hammer and Ron were put in solitary confinement with him, since they had run away together. The two were arguing as usual, while Harry remained silent as they walked together toward Filch's office.

However, today, after seeing Harry, Filch, who usually enjoys finding fault with students and punishing them, surprisingly did not make any sarcastic remarks. Instead, he gave him a complicated look, then told him to go to the headmaster's office and said nothing more.

Ron was still envious of Harry for skipping a night of solitary confinement, while Harry was very confused, wondering why Dumbledore had called him over. But it wasn't until he entered the headmaster's office that he realized it wasn't Dumbledore who had summoned him.

After prying open the door to the headmaster's office, Harry saw Dumbledore sitting behind the desk with his hands crossed on the table, looking extremely serious, and Fang Wuwei sitting next to him.

Is this person here too?!

The moment Harry Potter saw Fang Wuwei, a sense of tension rose in his heart. He instinctively gripped the hem of his clothes and lowered his head involuntarily.

"Principal... you're calling me...?"

Harry Potter swallowed hard, while Dumbledore, sitting behind the table, half-closed his eyes, his blue pupils appearing exceptionally deep behind his glasses.

"Potter, you used to tell me often that your scar would ache occasionally, and that you would always have nightmares about Voldemort?"

"Yes, Headmaster... the pain from the scars might just be psychological, or... it's a lingering effect of the curse from back then, nothing serious..."

He tried to explain it using Hermione's logic, even though he himself never truly believed it deep down.

"Alright, although I had suspected before that you and Voldemort had some kind of deep connection originating from the soul, I didn't dare to speculate so much before..."

Dumbledore sighed heavily. If Fang Wuwei hadn't been there, he really couldn't think of any other way to remove Voldemort's soul fragment from Harry Potter except to let Harry Potter die and be killed by Voldemort's own hands.

“Listen to me, Potter, there is a fragment of Voldemort’s soul inside you, and all the things you are experiencing now are because of the existence of this fragment.”

If Voldemort weren't currently weakened, Harry Potter might still be able to communicate with Voldemort's mind because of this fragment of soul... In that case, his connection as a Horcrux would be even deeper, making it even more difficult to deal with.

"In other words, you are a Horcrux."

"Horcrux?"

Harry Potter frowned. He had never heard of the term before, but it sounded very ominous.

"what is that?"

"Alright, I don't have time to explain that now."

Just then, Fang Wuwei interrupted their conversation.

"You can learn about these things later, or you don't have to, it doesn't matter, since you won't be coming into contact with them again... Simply put, it's like Voldemort's soul fragments are stuck to you, turning you into a living Horcrux. As long as he has a Horcrux, he won't die and can keep regenerating until he becomes more and more detached from the human race."

"what?"

"Horregs are extremely evil things, usually requiring a wizard to use evil means such as murder to force a soul to split... I think it was when the soul was split during the murder of Lily, when it was rebounded by the protective spell of Lily's love... This led to the boy's miraculous survival and the creation of the last Horcrux..."

Dumbledore then began to speak softly, his face looking truly unwell, pale and weary. Revealing this truth was also a torment for him.

"In short, you are a Horcrux. As long as you live, Voldemort will live. That's why I came here to deal with that."

As Fang Wuwei spoke, he flipped his wrist, and the Two-Bearing Divine Corpse appeared in his hand, its sharp blade gleaming with a cold light.

He wanted to use the Ghost Kingdom, which specializes in attacking souls, to tear Voldemort's soul fragments from Harry Potter, but his actions had a completely different meaning in Harry's eyes.

Seeing the demonic sword in the other's hand, which was surging with malevolent energy, Harry's face turned pale. Thinking of the other's behavior in the past few days, his legs immediately went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"You...you want to kill me?!"

"Ok?"

Even when facing Voldemort, Harry did not experience such intense despair, because he knew that Voldemort had been defeated by him before, he knew that Professor Dumbledore would protect him, and he knew that there was a force in the world that could fight against the Dark Lord.

But now, the person before him is a being far more powerful and incomprehensible than Voldemort, and Dumbledore remains unmoved by it!

"Stop messing around. If I wanted to kill you, would I need to call you here specifically?"

Fang Wuwei murmured helplessly, then plunged the knife into the ground. The next moment, the ghost kingdom of the two-body god's corpse instantly spread out, and the dark mud suddenly covered the entire principal's office.

Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix that had been quietly perched on the gilded branch, suddenly cried out, showing extreme unease.

Harry was also startled by the sight. Before he could react, the ghostly hand of the Corpse of the God was one step ahead. Before Harry could even react to what it was, the ghostly hand grabbed his body at a speed far beyond his imagination and pressed him to the ground, unable to move.

This was terrifying. The cold, slippery, death-laden touch instantly spread throughout his body. The malevolent aura and resentment naturally emanating from the ghostly hands of the two-bearing god corpses were far beyond what a child like Harry could withstand.

Especially the sight of the ghostly hand of the Second Corpse of God climbing up his body and finally stopping on his forehead to grab him hard, immediately terrified Harry Potter.

But it ended quickly. Harry felt a pain that went straight to his soul, a pain that pierced his heart. Voldemort's scream suddenly rang in his mind, causing him to close his eyes in agony and scream. However, the pain came and went quickly. When he opened his eyes again, it was all over.

The speed was too fast. When he opened his eyes again, trembling, the headmaster's office had already returned to normal. If Fang Wuwei hadn't still been holding the demon sword in his hand and a piece of flaming black smoke in his other hand, Harry would probably have thought that it was all just his imagination.

"All right."

"That's... all right?"

"The Second Corpse of the Gods possesses an extremely powerful suppressive force regarding the soul..."

Fang Wuwei effortlessly retrieved the corpse of the Second God, then took out a bottle that looked like it was made of crystal, used the Soul Sealing Technique to put Voldemort's soul into it, and casually placed the bottle on Dumbledore's desk, which was piled with silverware, books, and parchment.

"I've already sealed this thing away. Even if I don't get rid of it, it's already broken off from Voldemort and can no longer be called a fragment of Voldemort's soul. It has completely lost its Horcrux function and is now just an ornament... Keep it for yourself."

Fang Wuwei's tone was somewhat helpless. He originally wanted the Erfu God Corpse to eat it, but he didn't expect that the knife would be so picky... The reason was that Voldemort's soul was already incomplete, not to mention the soul fragments, which were even more like fragments within fragments, smelly and garbage, and not tasty at all. In fact, it was even worse than the soul of an ordinary adult with a sound mind, which almost made the Erfu God Corpse so angry that it cursed.

This broken knife...