Chapter 267: Voldemort Scolding Himself
"And then?"
Harry pursed his lips. "But Professor McGonagall said she still had to check it carefully, even though she hadn't found anything after all this time. Wood kept going to see her about it, and finally, she got a little angry and yelled at him. She said that Wood cared more about winning the game and getting the trophy than he did about me staying alive."
Harry gave a wry smile. "Do you know why Professor McGonagall would say something like that?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just say it? Because Professor McGonagall thinks Wood values the trophy more than your life."
Harry's mouth twitched. "Yes, but more specifically, it's because Wood told Professor McGonagall that as long as I could grab the Golden Snitch during the game, he wouldn't care if I got thrown off the broom. That's why Professor McGonagall got so angry."
Dylan nodded. Ron's eyes widened. "How could he say that? I want to yell at him, too!"
Harry gave a pained smile. "I was shocked when Wood told me. He even asked me why Professor McGonagall was yelling at him like that…"
Ron looked incredulous. "Does that guy not know what kind of idiotic things he said?"
Harry opened his mouth. "Maybe he just didn't realize it? After all, you know how much he cares about the trophy… and he said that if he could catch the Golden Snitch, he wouldn't mind falling off a hundred times."
Dylan smiled, too. "If someone else said that, it would be pretty idiotic, but if it's Wood… it's not entirely unbelievable."
Harry nodded, a look of helplessness on his face. He didn't know what to say. Wood had fallen off his broom several times trying to catch the Quaffle. So it was perfectly reasonable that Wood wouldn't care if the person catching the ball fell off the broom.
Harry scratched his head. "Wood also said that he probably couldn't get the most advanced broom back for me and even apologized for it."
Ron froze, blinked, and rubbed his head. "Is Quidditch so much fun that it can drive people crazy? I want to try playing Quidditch now, too…"
Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but laugh. "I think with your physique, if you joined the Quidditch team, you could definitely help Gryffindor win!"
Ron grinned. "Really?"
Harry nodded. "I think so."
After being praised, Ron went to the side to giggle happily.
Harry then looked at Dylan. After a moment of hesitation, he said to Dylan, "Hey, Dylan, the last time Professor Lupin taught me how to cast the Patronus Charm, I noticed his face looked very bad."
Dylan blinked, glancing at the small experimental table in his dorm. "What's wrong? Did he say something to you?" Did Lupin dare to secretly complain about Professor Snape to Harry?
Harry shook his head and then nodded. "He did say something, but I didn't quite understand it." A look of confusion appeared on Harry's face. "He told me that it's best to stay in the dorm and not go anywhere or wander around."
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "If he told you not to wander around, then don't wander around. He must know something. You don't need to worry so much about it."
Harry thought for a moment. "I guess so. I thought Professor Lupin thought I was a troublemaker who would get myself hurt, so he didn't want me to wander around—Madam Pomfrey and I are pretty familiar with each other."
Dylan blinked. "That's not impossible."
Harry looked left and right. "Oh, right, the last time I played a game, I accidentally got my socks wet. After I took them off, I don't know where I put them. I've been trying to find them to wash them, but I can't… And what's weird is that I haven't smelled them at all. I remember when I took them off, I was in a hurry to do homework, so I just threw them somewhere, but I remember those socks smelled a little… unpleasant."
Dylan blinked faster. "Oh, that. I think I saw a pair of old, smelly socks in the dorm and just threw them away. Were they yours? My bad."
Harry was stunned, his face turning red. He quickly said, "I should be the one saying my bad… I'm sorry I didn't put my socks away and that I stank up the place."
Dylan calmly shook his head. "It's fine. It's no big deal."
In fact, Dylan had just needed Harry's smelly socks to brew a potion for Lupin. So he just added a little something to the potion. He had extracted all the smelly components from the socks and injected them into the potion. Since Lupin was the one drinking the Wolfsbane Potion, he would probably only think that Professor Snape was targeting him. Even if it smelled bad, he would have no choice but to hold his nose and drink it. For this, Dylan even unlocked a new achievement.
[Achievement]: Here Comes the Smelly Sock!
[Description]: The Smelly Sock Potion, brought to you by Harry Potter! You—deserve it!
[Requirement]: Make Lupin drink the smelly sock-flavored potion.
[Achievement Reward]: Max Level Spell—Summon Smelly Sock!
Dylan couldn't think of any use for this spell for now, so he hadn't studied it much.
…
A few days passed. After class, Dylan returned to his dorm and went straight into his briefcase. Rowena Ravenclaw's figure instantly appeared beside him.
Dylan looked at her. "Has he made any moves?"
Rowena shook her head.
Dylan shrugged. "I'll go check on him."
Rowena nodded. Since Dylan didn't ask her to go with him, she didn't have to. She turned and walked toward the Basilisk, ready to feed it some more meat. The Basilisk had lost a lot of weight recently, which made it difficult to extract blood and cut meat from it. It needed to be fattened up.
Rowena was gradually getting used to her role as Dylan's housekeeper. This life seemed pretty good. Every day, she watered flowers, tended to plants, fed the Basilisk, fed the cat, fed the dragon, and fed the humans. She would also occasionally mess around with the little creatures. S
he had a lot of experimental materials and her original lab. She could read whenever she wanted and relax whenever she wanted. She didn't have to deal with the various mundane tasks that came with running a school, and she could devote herself to her own thoughts. Rowena was starting to enjoy this life.
Most importantly, Everett was here, too. They would often talk to each other. One was trapped in a portrait, and the other was trapped in a statue. But the increased time alone not only allowed them to think but also gave them a lot to talk about in their next conversations.
For a moment, it was as if they had gone back in time. But this feeling was different from before. It was less passionate and more peaceful, with a familiar distance.
Yes, she no longer had romantic feelings for Everett. Now, one was a portrait, and one was a statue. Even though their souls were still human, after all these years, it was difficult for Everett to develop feelings for anyone else.
So their current state was more like that of close old friends. For Rowena, learning more and exploring the unknown was much more interesting than falling in love. In fact, her curiosity about Dylan now far exceeded the feelings she once had for Everett.
At the same time, Dylan arrived at the wooden house. As soon as he got close, he heard Riddle's angry shouting.
"You idiot, do you think you'll be safe just hiding in there? He just doesn't want to damage the diadem! If you don't come out, you'll just make him angry, and then not only will you be tortured, but I will, too! Damn it! Can't you understand me? Do you think pretending to be asleep will make it go away? Do you think I don't know you can hear me right now? Say something! Are you coming out or not? It's been so many days. Didn't you see how he tortured me three days ago when he came to check on my progress? You selfish, despicable, disgusting scoundrel! Say something! Are you just going to watch him torture me? I'm you, too!"
Inside the house, on the table in the center of the room, Riddle's figure was dim and ethereal. He leaned on the diary, weak but furious, and yelled at the diadem next to it. Sure enough, a person can't even empathize with their future self.
Riddle had been yelling for a while, but the diadem remained silent. He got even angrier.
Just then, Dylan walked in. Riddle's body stiffened, and the hand that had been resting on the diary slowly pulled away. He stood up straight. In all this time, he had thought of countless ways to escape this hellhole. But so far, he hadn't taken any action.
He realized that the place he was in was completely different from the world he knew. He couldn't even use the magic here. Only this cursed guy in front of him could let him absorb life force whenever he wanted and manipulate him however he wanted. He was powerless to struggle or resist.
So he was very worried that if he tried to escape, he might not succeed, and he would be subjected to even worse torture and deeper pain.
He had seen with his own eyes how this cursed dark wizard used those dark arts. Some of his methods were even more evil and cruel than his own! It was better to just endure for now and wait for the right time to get revenge.
And now, Dylan had brought back another Horcrux. He could clearly feel the soul fragment hidden within it, which was similar to his own. At first, when he was alone here, he wasn't so panicked and could stay sane even when he was tortured from time to time. He believed that his other self in the outside world would eventually be resurrected.
At that time, they, the scattered Horcruxes, would be his strongest support. Of course, if Voldemort was truly resurrected, he would also be a support for them.
With this thought, Riddle believed that he would be able to get away with it, just like when he had framed Hagrid for killing Moaning Myrtle back at Hogwarts. But now, he hadn't seen the outside Voldemort, but he had seen another Horcrux being brought in by this cursed dark wizard! Two Horcruxes had fallen into his hands. Riddle was panicking!
There were already two Horcruxes in his hands, so what about the third and fourth? If more and more Horcruxes fell into Dylan's hands, would he still be able to stay the way he was? He had been here for so long, enduring torture for so long. He hadn't gotten what he hoped for, only a deeper despair.
And now that there was a new Horcrux, Dylan probably wouldn't want to continue studying him, right? The new soul fragment would definitely be more appealing than his, which had been studied a thousand times.
As for the Horcrux itself? It was just a trivial object! Anything could be a Horcrux! This evil dark wizard had probably already mastered the method of making Horcruxes! If that was the case, the Horcrux itself had no value to him.
The only thing of value was a soul that could withstand being subjected to a spell multiple times without being destroyed! So, with a new Horcrux, it meant there was a new soul. With other immortal souls, was his old soul still useful? Would the other wizard just destroy him?
Riddle didn't want to die! He had endured for so long, so how could he die so easily? He was not going to give up! So, when Dylan told him to lure out the other himself in the diadem, even though he didn't want to at first, as time went on, if he couldn't get the other one out, that cursed Dylan would torture him with barbaric dark magic!
After it happened a couple of times, his sanity started to crumble. He was imprisoned, used as a guinea pig, and tortured cruelly and cold-heartedly.
He was once the one in control, but now, he was still a part of the whole, but he was no longer the one casting the spell, but the one enduring it. He didn't want to think about how humiliating this was. He just wanted to prove to this evil wizard that he, the once great Dark Lord, was still useful!
At the very least… he didn't want to be destroyed just because of his other selves! That's why he was yelling at his future self. But it was still no use. He couldn't get into the other Horcrux. It wasn't his place to be, but the other Voldemort's.
Now, seeing Dylan slowly walking toward him, Riddle had the same feeling he had when he was confronted by Dumbledore after killing Myrtle. He was so nervous and anxious under scrutiny that he couldn't sit still.
(End of Chapter)
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