"This was voluntary."
"For the greater good, I was willing to do this."
"Over the past year, I had figured out the situation at this point in time. At this point, you had not yet become your true self. That was because you had not yet met the Seer. He would be your spiritual mentor, and he would guide you into becoming the great King of Wizards."
"Because of the damaged Time-Turner, my body had shrunk into that of an eleven-year-old child. After you consumed my soul, you could use my body to seize the Philosopher's Stone. It could truly bring you back to life."
"I had already made the arrangements. You would be admitted to Hogwarts as an orphan."
"The name I registered for you at the orphanage was Lucas Tom Brightson."
"Now, I could tell you my name. My name was Lucas Brightson. From now on, you would become me and live in my place."
After writing that, he wrote the final sentence in the diary.
Then he knelt down and pressed the diary to his chest.
"Good luck, Tom."
The third step was complete.
Murphy let out a breath. This whole operation had been no less elaborate than filming a post-apocalyptic sci-fi blockbuster—even the romantic subplot had been arranged.
If he had not had scenes from countless games and films in his mind for reference, there was no way he could have pulled this off so quickly.
And images alone were not enough to become memories. He needed to store the sensations, emotions, and even related knowledge associated with those images.
The workload was enormous, but he had used Total Recall many times and had experience copying knowledge from memories. Though he had never used it on someone else, the principle was the same.
The memories