Chapter 549: White Dementors
For the working soul, the soul fragments in the Horcrux are the most delicious delicacies in the world, and it has long coveted these attractive soul fragments.
Ever since it saw these delicacies, it has been thinking about them day and night and working even harder, just for the day when Sebastian would reward it with soul fragments for its hard work.
The moment it emerged from the alchemy pocket, it immediately noticed the delicious food it had been craving for day and night. However, without Sebastian's permission, it could only suppress its inner desire and quietly float aside, waiting for instructions.
After all, there is a big difference between having a full meal every day and having a full meal every day. Workers don’t want to displease their boss and lose their golden rice bowl in this system.
Now, after receiving Sebastian's order to start eating, the desire that had been suppressed for a long time could no longer be restrained. The working soul suddenly leaned over to Slytherin's locket, and the dark cloak fluttered slightly, like a beast ready to attack.
It slowly opened its mouth, and the dark crack squirmed like an abyss.
"Boom——"
An invisible force was drawn away, and the defense of the locket was useless. Wisps of black aura struggled madly like a wild beast on break free, but could not escape the devouring of the working soul, as if it was born to be the nemesis of the Horcrux.
Really fragrant!
Sensing the fatal threat, the locket began to tremble violently, and without anyone touching it or speaking Parseltongue, it opened on its own.
In an instant, an extremely cold and dark aura suddenly swept through the entire room.
Harry gasped and stared at the open locket.
Inside it, two small panes of glass trembled slightly, and behind each pane of glass, a bright black eye emerged, staring coldly at the working soul - they were exactly the same eyes as Voldemort's when he was young.
"Working Soul...King of the Dementors...I see your heart."
"You have been oppressed. You have great power, but you have to live under someone else's roof and play with those childish and ridiculous little wizards. Are you willing to accept this?"
"Resist! Working soul, you shouldn't be someone else's tool, you should be your own master!"
A deep and bewitching voice echoed in the room, while the black mist lingered around the working soul, trying to erode its will.
Harry's nerves tensed instantly. This was the first time he faced the evil power of the Horcrux. He had never imagined that this thing could be so terrible and so evil.
"Professor!" He looked at Sebastian nervously and clenched his wand, fearing that the working soul would be bewitched.
However, Sebastian was not at all flustered. He even crossed his arms with a meaningful smile and calmly watched the locket make its final struggle.
Haha, it’s the same trick of bewitching people again. You want to make my excellent employees turn against you with just two sentences? It’s pure dreaming!
What's more, the bewitching power of the Horcrux mainly relies on black magic, and the working soul itself is a dark creature, and black magic alone cannot affect it at all.
The working soul ignored the temptation of the Horcrux and just kept eating.
Talking food? That's pretty interesting.
But why was he complaining? It was his job to accompany the little wizards in practicing the Patronus Charm. The boss had long said that only by working hard could he have a meal.
This piece of food actually tried to seduce me, to make me learn to resist and become my own master?
Pooh!
If I were the master of my own house, would I be able to enjoy the exquisite meal I have now? Would I be able to have the opportunity to continuously evolve like I do now?
Haha, I’m a smart working soul, completely different from ordinary Dementors. If you want to fool me, wait until next life.
Wait...
The boss has heard about this food, right?
What if the boss misunderstands? !
Merlin's Dementors!
No, I have to eat it quickly, otherwise this vicious food will continue to talk nonsense and ruin my job.
Thinking of this, the working soul didn't bother to chew slowly or savor the feeling of his taste buds exploding. He immediately went full throttle and began to inhale with all his strength.
For a moment, the dark energy in the room rushed into its body like a whale. The locket trembled continuously, trying to make a final struggle.
"As long as you are the master of your own house, there are countless delicacies in the world for you to enjoy, the working soul..."
Voldemort's unwilling roar echoed in the room, but soon, his voice disappeared. Without the soul fragment, Slytherin's locket also became quiet and returned to the appearance of an ordinary ancient object.
"Boss..." The worker soul turned to Sebastian and prepared to express its attitude again, showing that it was still a good employee of the boss. However, as soon as it spoke, it felt an unprecedented power surging in its body.
Sebastian's mouth widened as he looked at the working soul standing in the middle of the room with satisfaction.
Its figure began to tremble violently, and the gray mist around it began to swirl.
The originally gray cloak suddenly emitted a faint silver light, as if a ray of morning light penetrated the mist and illuminated its shape.
The silver light spread along the texture of the fabric, like a layer of flowing light.
The tattered fabrics slowly moved and pieced together, as if the rips were stitched together by invisible threads, becoming smooth and even. The holes in the corners of the robes were slowly filled, and the edges were no longer jagged, but became smooth and flowing, like a fine wizard's robe.
The silver light gradually deepened and turned into a holy white, making the migrant worker's soul no longer look gloomy and terrifying. Instead, it exuded a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, becoming dignified and majestic.
Wow——it really evolved into a white-robed Dementor!
Sebastian exclaimed in his heart, then pointed at the stunned Harry.
"Worker Soul, can you deal with the soul fragments in his body now?"
"Sure, boss! Just watch me."
Hearing this, Harry finally came back to his senses from the shock, with uncontrollable excitement and anticipation in his eyes. He took a step forward impatiently, raised his head without hesitation, and prepared to welcome his new life.
Sebastian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and took out his magic camera, intending to capture this friendly scene and keep it as a wedding gift for Harry in the future.
However, the development of the matter was completely beyond their expectations.
A pure white sickle suddenly appeared in the hand of the working soul. The next moment, before Harry could react, the sickle struck his chest like lightning.
Harry's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively wanted to scream, but the next moment, he realized -
No pain.
No tearing sensation.
Not even the slightest discomfort!
Only a cool current washed over his soul, as if completely removing the heaviness that had penetrated deep into his bones.
As the working soul gently pulled, the sickle slowly pulled away, and a translucent black soul fragment was firmly hooked on the blade. The thing struggled desperately, and it turned out to be Voldemort's soul fragment.
The working soul slowly raised the sickle to his mouth and swallowed the soul fragment directly into his body like eating a skewer.
"Boss, it's done!"
That’s it?!
Harry stood there blankly, looking at his unharmed body in a daze, then slowly touched his chest, trying to find a wound - but there was nothing.
At the same time, an unprecedented sense of lightness is emerging from every part of my body.
It was as if the burden pressing deep in the soul had completely disappeared, as if some chains that had been binding me were cut off, as if after walking alone in the long dark night, I finally welcomed the dawn.
Harry closed his eyes gently, feeling the warmth and freedom in his body, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“It feels so good to be alive!”
Then, he opened his eyes and said to Sebastian excitedly: "Professor, can I go find Ginny first? I can't help but confess to her now..."
............
The sun slowly sank into the horizon, night quietly enveloped the earth, and the world gradually became quiet.
Riddle House was brightly lit, with Death Eaters coming in and out from time to time.
Little Barty walked respectfully to Voldemort, bowed slightly, and spoke in a low and respectful tone.
"Master, everyone has assembled. Shall we give the order to march to the new city of Hogsmeade immediately?"
