"Harry?!"
Not only was Murphy shocked, but Lucas beside him was utterly horrified.
How had Harry become like this after just a few years apart? Lucas could naturally sense the aura that belonged to Voldemort, but how was that possible?
The self was the singularity of the idealistic world. No external spirit could forcibly invade it. Whether through possession or other mental means, as long as the target's will was firm, success was almost impossible.
And Harry had the strongest willpower Lucas had ever seen, aside from his teacher.
For Voldemort to possess Harry, the only possibility was that Harry had accepted something about him from the bottom of his heart—something had caused him to change.
Lucas frowned. He had already thought of the reason.
In that instant, Lucas felt overwhelming rage. He was furious at himself for causing his friend's suffering, and even more furious that Voldemort had exploited Harry's vulnerability to seize his body. At that moment, he felt an unprecedented, immeasurable contempt for the despicable person he had once been.
"Voldemort! Let him go!" Lucas drew his wand without hesitation. "Or I'll kill you!"
Harry lowered his head, his red-glowing eyes staring at Lucas with a sinister gleam. "Ah, the failed product. You actually pity him? You consider him a friend? How laughable."
Harry revealed a twisted smile. "You're asking me to let him go? Don't you know that you were the one who created the crack in his mind?"
Lucas's face went pale. Voldemort had struck right at his sore spot.
"I have waited a long time for this opportunity."
Voldemort said, glaring hatefully at Murphy, "Four years ago, I stood at death's door once again."
He glared at Murphy with hatred. "It was all because of you, Murphy. The professor added poison to my resurrection