I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

A dazzling light burst forth in an instant, and Angell could see nothing for a moment, but he could sense that the Demon Eye had stopped issuing warnings.

Is Voldemort... dead?

But Angel still had a very uneasy feeling in his heart.

Everything was proceeding as he had planned. Harry's protective charm hadn't worn off yet, and Voldemort was bound to have some subtle reactions towards him. He successfully seized this opportunity.

But why does he still have that uneasy feeling?

Under the immense impact of the magic, he began to uncontrollably retreat, his body trembling under the intense pressure.

But Angel did not stop.

He stared at the humanoid object and kept firing killing spells at it.

—Anyway, everyone on this battlefield today must die except him!

Then it doesn't matter who the Killing Curse hits.

Finally, the magic seemed to have calmed down a little, and Angor was finally able to see the scene before him clearly.

Voldemort was gone, replaced by an ordinary Dementor. Dumbledore's body had lost control, and he stood there motionless, stunned. Harry lay on the ground, his condition unknown.

has it ended?

Angor stood there, stunned for a moment. He looked at the Death Eaters who were instinctively approaching him, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Voldemort's soul was severed from his body by the Killing Curse, but as a Dementor, he was not dead. Angor could sense that what was here now was just an ordinary Dementor.

"Call upon God for protection," he murmured.

The next moment, the silver guardian appeared beside him.

The Dementors instantly began to move away, but how could Angor possibly let them go?

The silver snake rushed forward, and in the joy of successfully seizing the final victory, Angor's Guardian Spell received a tremendous boost.

Everything went quiet.

ended……

Is it really over?

Angor turned to look at Harry, and his expression suddenly changed.

In an instant, the protective charm on Angor's body was activated, and a stone wall appeared in front of Angor, blocking the magic. It was at this moment that he saw clearly that Harry had already grasped the wand in his hand.

And the tip of the wand—points to itself!

It was a green light.

Without a doubt, this is a killing curse.

The Killing Curse cannot be blocked by the Armor Curse. Fortunately, Angor reacted quickly enough to realize that the Armor Curse could not stop the Killing Curse, so he activated another protective curse.

Angor looked at Harry, but he didn't feel disappointed at all. Instead, he felt a sense of relief.

"So that's how it is. Knowing you were about to die, you voluntarily gave up the Dementor's body. And after what just happened, you realized that Harry himself was one of your Horcruxes, so you attached yourself to him."

“That’s more like it. If you died so easily, without any of the unexpected events happening, I would find something wrong.”

Do you know why I subconsciously used a protective charm consisting of a Transfiguration Charm and a Petrification Charm just now?

Harry slowly stood up.

His movements were stiff, even somewhat strange, exuding an eeriness beyond human comprehension.

He looked at Angell and laughed too.

"So do you know why I'm exposing myself at this time?"

“I could have hidden inside Harry, let him take me away, and then quietly inhabited someone else’s body and disappeared without a trace.”

Angor raised an eyebrow, his wand still pointed at "Harry," ready to attack at any moment, but his tone sounded relaxed.

"Because you can't hide it like that. Even if you wanted to play Harry, none of us could. His soul is like a burning fire; you feel warm just by getting close to him."

"But we... no matter what it looks like on the surface, it's full of intrigue, bloodshed and violence inside."

"If I had to use a metaphor, it would probably be like... that lake where we placed the locket Horcruxes."

"Unfortunately, for people like us, we not only don't feel guilty, but we even enjoy it."

"Tom, we're all the same kind of scum, madmen, criminals... Your performance might fool others, but it will never fool me."

Harry nodded in agreement: "That's absolutely right, but there's no need to belittle yourself like that."

"In this world, all those who start wars are criminals, but only the defeated are criminals, while the victors are heroes."

"Harry" began to approach Angel, his movements still contorted.

“Angol, I’ve thought of something. I think I know how you took over this body…”

"I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but as long as my soul is attached to my Horcrux, I can completely control this body."

"This is not possession, but one can still become the master of this body and coexist with the original owner of the body."

"I'm wondering if I unintentionally turned your body into a Horcrux?"

"Could it be that I'm missing a part of my memory?"

"It's also possible that you split your soul again, turned this body into a Horcrux like mine, and then possessed it with your soul."

"I must say, this is a really good method. The object that protects your soul was not destroyed, and you have gained control of a completely new body."

"Angol, shall we cooperate?"

"You and I are the people who understand each other best in this world. I think we can completely understand each other's thoughts. You are me, and you are also me. My Horcrux shaped you into who you are now, so why should we become enemies?"

"I think I've regained my senses, but from now on I'm trapped in this body and can no longer unleash my original power."

"We can develop a method for a perfect resurrection..."

At this point, Voldemort's voice suddenly stopped.

Because he discovered that his body seemed to be less under his control.

Angell looked at him with a hint of mockery:

"I think you should save your breath. I don't know if your method will work, since I haven't tried it myself. To tell you the truth... I'm not a copy of your diary, I am Angel."

"I don't know why, but I have your memories, but I have never been you. I am just Angel."

Harry's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flickered slightly when he heard Angor deny that he was the soul within the Horcrux in the diary.

Angell continued to sneer.

"However, I do guess what you're planning to do. Your soul is already inextricably linked to Harry's. As long as you genuinely regret creating the Horcrux, you can merge with that part of your soul."

"Thus... you truly take over this body, and at that time, having merged with Harry's soul, you can naturally impersonate him."

"Hmm... as long as you can fool yourself, theoretically this behavior is feasible."

"It's like I killed someone, but I feel like I'm giving them redemption."

"What you just said was less about who was listening to me and more about brainwashing yourself. For example, you said that as long as the war ends and the wizarding world is unified, there will be no more wars, and that you are saving people in the future."

"Harry, don't you want to wake up? Don't you want to kill Voldemort?"