Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 355 How We Came, How We Left! The End of Voldemort!

Voldemort's screams sounded much younger.

His body was covered in knife marks, and his clothes, which were from more than ten years ago, were torn, with blood seeping out quickly.

Then, the blood slowly flowed back, the knife wound gradually healed, and the torn clothes slowly recovered. Under Dali's special control, the body and soul continued to regress little by little.

"Severus Snape! You betrayed me!!!"

Voldemort's original personality, whose consciousness and memories had not regressed, controlled the constantly regressing body and made a harsh accusation in a slightly younger voice.

At this moment, Snape was clearly not at peace. His chest heaved slightly as he tried to open his mouth and spray venom to release the resentment he had accumulated over the years against Voldemort.

Dudley, who was positioned at the front and didn't have full omnidirectional vision, didn't notice this and spoke before Snape could.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you're such a dim-witted Mr. Voldemort. You were the one who told Professor Snape to do it, but when he actually did, you weren't happy about it. You're so hard to please!"

Also, back in Gringotts' underground vault, when you were forced by Dumbledore's curse to drop the little paper packet containing the fake Philosopher's Stone and flee in panic, you told Harry, "You'll definitely come back." Now, however, I've dragged you back here by force.

This shows that you never say anything reliable! Just imagine how difficult and miserable it would be to be your subordinate and work under you!

When you reach the world of the dead, you should learn more about management from those deceased professionals!

Oh, no, I forgot. Your body and soul must go back to before you were born, or rather, back to before your mother conceived you, and transform into energy and matter in the universe.

Your soul will cease to exist, and you will not be able to go to the world of the dead. Thinking about it, it's truly a pity! Hahahaha!

Dudley used extremely sarcastic language and tone, presenting facts and twisted logic, to thoroughly ridicule Voldemort.

"What? The Philosopher's Stone is fake? You... no, it's you! Dumbledore, you've fooled me so badly!"

And my current state...

Voldemort's master was stunned and terrified. He coldly questioned Dumbledore, but before Dumbledore could respond, he abandoned the question of the Philosopher's Stone's authenticity and panicked completely. He stopped mid-sentence.

His greatest fear was death, let alone such a cruel way of dying that he had never even heard of, where not even a trace of his soul remained.

However, he still held a sliver of hope that Dudley was just making up lies to scare him.

"You're talking nonsense..." Voldemort's main personality took control of the body and then spoke, wanting to question Dudley again in a show of bravado.

Unexpectedly, his two alternate personalities could no longer stand it and started an internal struggle with him again.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I think you're just confused and stupid, a pathetic individual!"

Can't you feel our bodies and souls growing younger? The most important thing now is to humble ourselves and beg for forgiveness!

The rebellious split personality, honed under the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, seized the ability to speak through the body and roared angrily and anxiously at the main personality.

"He's stupid, but you're not much better! I never imagined that after I was separated from my original self, my main body would become so stupid and pathetic!"

The alternate personality formed by the split soul of the youth version of Voldemort also temporarily seized the right to speak in the melee of the three personalities, coldly mocking the other two personalities.

And so, as his appearance gradually returned to normal, and even his nose was restored, Voldemort once again fell into a state of mental confusion.

He looks exactly like a schizophrenic.

Seeing Voldemort like this, Snape felt much better, and his resentment and anger subsided considerably.

He had to admit that, in terms of sharp tongue and infuriating charm, he was still a notch below Dudley.

If we're talking about tricks to prank people, he's far inferior.

Dudley, however, was completely oblivious to this. He simply found it rather boring that Voldemort had fallen into chaos after only one round of sarcasm.

With a wave of his hand, he accelerated Voldemort's retreat.

This action had an immediate effect; in the blink of an eye, Voldemort's appearance returned to normal, and the ugly face he had developed from allowing dark magic to take hold was gone.

Voldemort became the handsome Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Then, this handsome young man, Tom, quickly transformed into the Tom from his student days, as remembered by the elderly professors present.

This elicited a sigh or two from the bottom of their hearts.

"No! Stop! Mr. Dursley, please stop!"

Voldemort's rebellious alternate personality desperately seized control for a brief moment, using the appearance of the young and handsome Tom to issue a humble plea.

Dali did not respond, and the others remained silent.

In the short time it took to speak, Voldemort's appearance had regressed to that of a ten-year-old in the orphanage.

"Dumbledore! It was you! You brought me into this corrupt magical world!"

Voldemort's dominant personality took over again. He stopped begging for mercy and instead looked at the white-haired Dumbledore, letting out a hysterical roar with a youthful appearance and voice.

"Ugh--"

A look of reminiscence flashed across Dumbledore's eyes. He slightly turned his gaze toward Voldemort and let out a long sigh.

Voldemort was right. He did not do a good job back then, and he should not have locked young Tom in the burning closet and forced Tom to repent for the misdeeds he committed in the orphanage.

It was he who reinforced Tom's violent nature and forced Tom to learn to feign compliance when he was weak, putting on a facade of hypocrisy to deceive others.

Voldemort's appearance became younger.

The alternate personality formed by the split soul of the younger version of Voldemort ultimately took the lead.

"Dullie Dursley, you've won completely! But I will never admit you're right... Waaah—"

Voldemort had barely finished uttering his last words when he transformed into an infant with incomplete speech.

The unspoken words became the baby's babbling.

Even when he was turned into an infant, Voldemort never shed a single tear.

In the very end, under the cover of his not-quite-retracted adult robes, Voldemort's soul regressed to its unformed, unclaimed state, and his body regressed to an embryo, which then became a reproductive cell.

Until the very essence of the soul and reproductive cells are completely transformed into the energy of heaven and earth, disappearing without a trace.

And that robe, too, turned into dye, cotton... and finally vanished into nothingness.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, come as you come, go as you go."

Dudley offered his final concluding remarks: "A great man of his generation, with limited vision, yet he died a miraculous death, and so many people came to see him off. He certainly lived a worthwhile life."

After Dudley finished speaking, Dumbledore, with mixed feelings, prepared to dismiss everyone so he could accompany Dudley and Harry to resurrect Harry's parents and his own relatives.

Then, an unexpected situation occurred.

The drunken Professor Trelawney actually 'rode' a divination crystal ball magnified hundreds of times, flying out of a castle window not far away and shooting straight towards them.