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Chapter 322 Don’t come over here! (Subscribe)
A few minutes later, a ball of transparent gelatinous magic material appeared in the hand of Voldemort's clone.

Voldemort died unwillingly again.

He didn't expect that Mu Sheng would dare to play with his soul and desecrate his body like this.

What a born evil kid! Even some dark wizards who are not perverted enough would not do such a thing, right?
Who is the Dark Lord?
A few days later, Voldemort was resurrected once again in his own Horcrux.

Unlike the previous times, this time Voldemort awakened in the consciousness of a living being.

"Is this Nagini's soul space?"

Voldemort quickly determined where he was from the familiar soul breath.

However, the resurrected Voldemort did not have any joy of resurrection, after all, Nagini was by the side of the fake Voldemort.

This means that he has once again fallen into the hands of that evil little devil.

After several resurrections, Voldemort saw the evil little devil as soon as he opened his eyes. He knew that he was being targeted.

I just don't know what clues the other party used to discover his Horcrux, or whether they used some kind of spell to lock his soul.

"If the Horcrux has been discovered, then the location where I was resurrected several times should be the same."

Voldemort felt that if Mu Sheng knew the location of his Horcruxes, he would definitely collect them early.

"The spell that locks the soul's breath and the Apparition spell that makes the hand seem to have no spatial fluctuations"

"This evil kid's talent for spells is truly terrifying."

After suffering several losses, Voldemort had to admit that Mu Sheng's magic power was superior to his.

"Since it's a spell that locks the soul's aura, why don't I just stay at home?"

Voldemort secretly thanked his lucky stars that he did not choose all inanimate objects when he made the Horcruxes.

"First make sure that the little devil is with Nagini."

Soon, Voldemort made a plan to escape.

Nagini is not only Voldemort's Horcrux, but also a magical pet that has followed him for many years and has long taken the shape of Voldemort.

Therefore, Voldemort encountered almost no resistance when he took control of Nagini's body.

A few minutes later, the scene in front of Voldemort changed, and a dark and damp room appeared in his sight.

Voldemort returned to the real world and did not dare to be careless. He spit out his tongue like a snake.

He turned his snake head as naturally as possible and observed the environment in the room.

There was nothing in the empty room except a desk and a sofa.

Outside the east window, the not-so-bright sunlight shone in obliquely.

Apparently, the time now should be late afternoon.

"No one, the little devil is not here"

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to be careless.

He controlled Nagini's body and crawled to the corner of the room, coiling up and pretending to sleep.

In fact, he was concentrating and alertly looking around, fearing that Mu Sheng would suddenly appear and say "I'm here". He had already had a stress response to this sentence.

Time passed by little by little, and the faint sunlight also disappeared little by little.

It was completely dark outside the window, and lights were on in the corridor outside the door.

For such a long time, Voldemort didn't see anyone coming to Nagini's place, and he probably confirmed his judgment.

As long as he stayed within Nagini's body, the evil imp's spell would not be able to detect him.

"Jie Jie"

"Arrogant little brat, do you think you can defeat me with just your insignificant magical talent?"

"Then you underestimate my wisdom in playing with the wizarding world!"

After making sure that he had not been discovered, Voldemort began his escape.

It happened that it was already dark, and the pitch-black night could also cover up his escape.

After the snake head flexibly opened the window, Voldemort could not wait to control the snake's body and slide along the wall outside the castle little by little.

It is already the middle of winter, and it is night time.

The cold temperature outside made Nagini's snake body want to hibernate.

Swish!
Voldemort forcibly expelled Nagini's instincts and controlled the snake's body to move away from the castle.

In the darkness of the night, no one noticed that a python several meters long was crawling rapidly on the dark ground.

Soon, Voldemort disappeared into a forest.

Although the trees were no longer covered by dense leaves, Voldemort still felt much more at ease.

"Just wait, Victori! Despicable thief, shameful thief!"

"Everything I have lost now, I will get back one day!"

Voldemort took one last hateful look at the dark castle in the mottled light in the distance.

Then, without looking back, he went deeper into the woods.

That determined look is like that of a prisoner who has just escaped from prison and is heading towards a free future!
shhhhh!

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Just as Voldemort was about to pass through the woods, a group of wizards teleported and appeared outside the woods.

"That's it. Through this woods is the base of the Death Eaters!"

The leading wizard solemnly said: "I don't need to say more about how cruel and terrifying these Death Eaters are!"

"For this raid, I have only one request, and that is that you cannot have any hesitation or soft thoughts!"

"Understood! Lady Megan!"

"We will definitely not be lenient, Director Megan!"

Faced with Megan's repeated instructions, the Aurors did not think there was anything wrong with her behavior.

During the time that Mu Sheng was playing tricks on Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic and this group of Death Eaters had already fought many times.

They were well aware of the brutality and terror of these Death Eaters, the defensive spells that could cost lives, and their crazy behavior of self-destructing at the slightest disagreement.

Even the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix who had fought the Death Eaters more than a decade ago had to admit that the Dark Lord's power was even more terrifying.

In the last wizarding war, it was under the leadership of Dumbledore that they were able to barely hold off the Death Eaters' offensive.

If Voldemort had not been suddenly and inexplicably defeated and disappeared by the Boy-Who-Lived, the wizarding world would have long succumbed to the Dark Lord's wizard robes.

Now that the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters are even more ferocious, does the wizarding world still have a future?
Some Aurors who had participated in the last wizarding war couldn't help but feel depressed.

However, after seeing Megan in front of the crowd, his depressed mood was lifted again.

The Death Eaters have become more terrifying, but they also have Megan in charge, and in recent years, many powerful young wizards have emerged in the Ministry of Magic.

There is also a legendary wizard seed among the Hufflepuff wizards, Victerius and his Radiant Society.

The future of the wizarding world is not all dark!
"So people, follow me!"

"No prisoners in this raid!"

Megan waved her hand and led a group of Aurors towards the castle on the other side of the woods.

Voldemort carefully crawled in the snow and lay motionless, not daring to be discovered by these murderous Aurors.

But he kept cursing in his heart!

If others don't know, how can he not know?
The fake Voldemort now is actually the evil kid Victeri in disguise.

He is God and he is also the devil!
Voldemort already understood exactly what the brat was trying to do.

Using his identity, he manipulated the Death Eaters to destroy those corrupt Ministry of Magic officials.

Then he will appear as the savior, defeat the evil Dark Lord, and save the wizarding world!
"Despicable! Shameless! Dirty! Dirty Mudblood."

Voldemort cursed him using all the dirty words he could think of, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Why didn't he think of such a shameless method back then?
He didn't know if it was because his Horcrux was destroyed by Mu Sheng, or because he had suffered too much loss and humiliation.

Voldemort's sanity actually returned a lot.

"who!"

A cold and sharp shout suddenly sounded. Before Voldemort could react, he saw the leader of the Aurors suddenly turn around and look in his direction.

"Shattered to pieces!"

The spell of destruction came in the blink of an eye, and Nagini's snake body instantly turned into a pile of dust.

Voldemort was stunned. How did that wizard find him?

Fortunately, he was still rational at this time, and the illusory soul body drilled into the ground immediately.

"Ms. Megan?"

"It's okay, I must have seen it wrong, let's keep going!"

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After the footsteps of Megan and others faded away, Voldemort poked his head out nervously.

Sure enough, a face that made him want to cut off his bones and eat his flesh appeared in front of Voldemort again.

Victory Held!
Sure enough, this bastard could lock onto his soul aura.

"Fuck Fuck."

Voldemort cursed expressionlessly and then calmly welcomed his death.

The good news is that the previous guess was correct. As long as his soul does not leave the protection of the Horcrux, this little ghost will not be able to find him.

The bad news is that he no longer has a Horcrux like Nagini.

The Gaunt family's heirloom ring, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, and Nagini
Four of his Horcruxes have been destroyed.

Coupled with the soul aura of the fake Voldemort, the diary kept by that waste Lucius should have fallen into the hands of that evil kid.

So, the only Horcrux that still exists now is the Ravenclaw Diadem?
"But he made the Slytherin and Hufflepuff treasures into Horcruxes. Wouldn't that kid think of the Ravenclaw diadem?"

"No, even if I thought of it, it's useless if I can't find it."

Voldemort comforted himself by saying that he had hidden the Ravenclaw diadem in the Room of Requirement.

That little devil shouldn't be able to find it, right?

This time. If he can be resurrected this time, he will never leave the Horcrux again.

He wants to outlast that little brat!

At worst, I'll just stay in the Horcrux for a few hundred years!
As for Mu Sheng, whom he called an evil kid, Voldemort subconsciously ignored the possibility that he might use magic to gain immortality.

Perhaps, in his subconscious mind, he was unwilling to believe in such a possibility. That future was too dark!
Looking at Voldemort's head popping out of the ground like a gopher, Mu Sheng slapped him directly.

Voldemort's consciousness dissipated in an instant, and Mu Sheng had another piece of soul gel in his hand.

"I hope you will like the gift I carefully prepared, Voldemort! Hehehe."

When Voldemort woke up again, he was surprised to find that he was in the consciousness of some living being.

"This is where?"

"Have I made any other Horcruxes?"

Voldemort was at a loss. He thought he would wake up in the Ravenclaw crown and hide in the Room of Requirement, spending hundreds of years in darkness.

I didn't expect that magic would favor him so much!

"Jie Jie"

"God will not destroy me! God will not destroy me!"

Voldemort felt that he was able to function again, and flew around excitedly in this strange sea of consciousness.

"Harry Potter? This is Harry Potter's soul space."

"I see! So that's how it is! Hehehehe"

Voldemort quickly confirmed where he was and smiled even more evilly.

If he could occupy Harry Potter's body, he could not only directly avenge his own death more than ten years ago.

He can also use Harry Potter's identity to infiltrate the evil kid's forces, and in this way, his road to revenge will be smooth.

“Seconds! Seconds~”

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't wait to fight for Harry's body.

As Voldemort's Horcrux, Harry's body is highly compatible with Voldemort's soul.

Relying on his profound attainments and experience in soul magic, Voldemort quickly took control of Harry's body bit by bit without Harry's knowledge.

Suddenly, Voldemort's soul paused, and all kinds of sensory information such as touch, smell, vision, and hearing flooded into his mind.

The great Dark Lord has resurrected once again!

The scene before his eyes changed instantly, and Voldemort found himself in a bright living room.

There was also a person in the living room whom Voldemort was very familiar with, his highly trusted subordinate, the Potions Master - Severus Snape.

Good, good, I have a capable subordinate sent to me right after I was resurrected.

Voldemort thought that his luck had indeed changed, and he knew that he would not always be so unlucky.

However, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly found that he had no control over Harry's body at all.

"Severus, what are you worried about?"

"Harry, we are not doing this right. You deserve a better life."

"No, I don't want a better life, I just want you, you are all I have, Severus!"

Harry took a step forward excitedly and put his arms around Snape's waist.

'Wait? What are you doing?'

Before Voldemort could figure out why he failed, he sensed the interaction between Harry and Snape.

It became a Muggle instantly!

"Harry."

"Stop talking and kiss me!"

Snape looked at Harry's soft face, his fiery red hair, and his green eyes.

I couldn't help but feel a little crazy!
Although he knew that this relationship was abnormal, he still couldn't keep himself rational.

Over the years, the relationship between him and Harry had deteriorated a little bit.

"Harry."

After all, Snape couldn't look into those eyes and say no, so he slowly leaned forward.

'Wait! Don't! Don't!'

Voldemort was panicked. Even if that evil kid appeared in front of him now, Voldemort would not be so panicked.

Voldemort tried desperately to escape from Harry's body, but failed.

The physical body that had made him ecstatic just now now seemed like a solid prison that trapped him tightly.

Even if Voldemort wanted to return to Harry's soul space, he couldn't do it by blocking Harry's senses.

"No~no, don't come over here!"

As Voldemort screamed in despair, Snape's lips pressed against Harry's.

'Victory!'

'It's you!!!'

"No, no, no."

A despair deeper than the abyss enveloped Voldemort tightly.

What happened next made the arrogant Dark Lord feel endless shame.

Harry's breathing was rapid, Harry's heartbeat was accelerated, and Harry was passionate.
Voldemort felt all of this completely!

Pushing forward layer by layer, breaking through step by step, the two legs trembled, almost wanting to leave first.
He, Voldemort, is no longer clean!
(End of this chapter)