**Evening.**
**Hogwarts, Hospital Wing.**
The room was very quiet.
Ron placed a bouquet by the bedside, looking worriedly at the still-unconscious Harry.
The trio was no longer together; Hermione, now a potential divine follower, had been away from Gryffindor for a long time.
His best friend was finally rescued, but Professor Snape said Harry's soul was severely damaged, and it was uncertain if he would wake up.
Ron felt an unprecedented loneliness, missing the old days.
"If only you could wake up, Harry. Don't be a savior this time."
Muttering a few words, he prepared to leave.
He was hungry.
But as he stood up, he saw Harry's fingers twitch.
Ron rubbed his eyes and stared intently.
One second, two seconds, the fingers moved again, more noticeably this time.
Not an illusion!!
"Harry, Harry!"
Ron sat back down, excitedly calling out.
It seemed to work; Harry's eyelids fluttered.
Three minutes later.
Ron, disappointed, left the room.
Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, met him at the door.
"Don't be sad, child. Harry still has a chance to wake up."
"I found a remedy; they say Gillyweed mixed with Merman blood has miraculous effects on the soul. I'll ask Headmistress McGonagall to see if the Merpeople in the lake can provide some."
Ron smiled:
"Of course, I believe Harry will wake up soon."
Madam Pomfrey nodded and entered the room.
At that moment, a cold voice sounded behind her.
"Stupefy!"
She had no time to react!
With a thud, Madam Pomfrey collapsed.
Harry's cold voice came from inside:
"Hurry and drag her in. I want to cast the spell myself."
Ron put away his wand, a sycophantic smile on his face:
"Yes, master."
He quickly grabbed Madam Pomfrey's ankles, dragging her into the room and closing the door.
Inside, Harry had already changed clothes, but his eyes were no longer warm; they were filled with malice!
If Snape were here, he'd recognize the look identical to Voldemort's.
"After all these years, I'm finally back."
Harry gently touched the window sill, looking at the lawn and students outside, a nostalgic look in his eyes.
But he soon sneered:
"That fool Snape, did he think I didn't notice his little schemes?"
"If that hypocrite Dumbledore were still at school, he'd check Harry's mind, and I'd be done for."
Indeed.
At this moment, the body was occupied by Voldemort!
Harry's soul was curled up in a corner like Voldemort's Horcrux fragment once was.
Their roles are completely reversed!
Lucius and Snape only knew what Voldemort wanted them to know!
Forcing Draco Malfoy to assassinate Luna was part of his plan to get back into Hogwarts using Harry's body!
Clearly, Lucius had failed his 'expectations' and betrayed him directly.
"Humph! They all deserve to die!"
'Harry' coldly said, then looked at the unconscious Madam Pomfrey:
"Ron is useless; he could only knock you out for a while. You think I couldn't tell you woke up?"
Ron was startled!
Madam Pomfrey swiftly flipped over, her hand already gripping her wand, aimed at 'Harry.'
"Expellia..."
"Imperio!!"
A dark spell shot from 'Harry's' fingertip, hitting her instantly!
The Imperius Curse!
As one of the Unforgivable Curses, it's hard to succeed on the first try.
But Madam Pomfrey's eyes glazed over, and then she stood up, looking humble and obedient.
She, too, was controlled.
'Harry' looked on with satisfaction.
One thing he hadn't hidden was that after his soul was reassembled, he truly learned ancient magic.
His magical abilities had soared, and he could cast spells without a wand!
But he wasn't omnipotent; an enhanced Imperius Curse would still struggle against a wizard-like Snape.
Especially those who knew Occlumency, who could resist it effectively.
But it didn't matter.
Getting into Hogwarts disguised, his plan's first step was successful!
'Harry' lay back down on the bed, then instructed:
"Go to the Room of Requirement and fetch my other Horcrux."
"Pomfrey, report to McGonagall that my soul is stabilizing, and I might wake up any moment."
"Yes, master." They nodded and left.
'Harry' closed his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips.
He intended to personally assassinate the so-called Saint Luna; let's see if that god could protect her this time!
However, he didn't know that another person was quietly watching him, smiling eerily.
But no one noticed from beginning to end.
"Heh, no wonder an idiot couldn't become the Dark Lord. I must tell my sister; the time is near."
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**In a cave on a cliff.**
With a falling sound, a woman appeared at the entrance.
She walked step by step into the dark cave, stopping in front of a blood cocoon, expressionless:
"It's your turn. Don't forget."
"Of course...."
A raspy, deep voice echoed from inside, inhuman.
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Stones....