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A desiccated corpse that had already grown a great deal of flesh crawled out of the clay coffin. Only one of its eye sockets held an intact eye, and that eye stared at Harry.
"My heir, you... what have you done?"
Harry ignored him. He shot Murphy a resentful look, and suddenly, the hexagram array on the ground lit up. Slytherin's half-emerged body instantly froze.
In Murphy's magical vision, the strand of magic belonging to Voldemort in Slytherin's head suddenly swelled and extended countless fine filaments.
Those filaments twisted and grew, reaching toward Slytherin's magic like octopus tentacles. Like roots growing through soil, they bored into Slytherin's magic, gradually dividing it apart and gripping it tightly.
"Magical parasitism..." Slytherin rasped with difficulty.
Now that Slytherin had awakened, Voldemort had no time to deal with Murphy. He immediately activated the hexagram array.
He did not even have time to summon the basilisk inside. Lucas was already gone, so the plan to merge all seven today was clearly impossible. He would fuse with the most important one first—Slytherin.
Slytherin's magical color had already approached the deep violet of the Holy Mother. His magic was of a higher level than Voldemort's, and he should not have been controllable by Voldemort.
But his body had been turned into a Horcrux. When he returned to this moment through the passage, Voldemort's soul fragment had already embedded itself within his soul.
Like an invading parasite mistaken by the immune system for one of the body's own organs, Slytherin's magic could not recognize the other's magic and destroy it.
Yet under the effects of the hexagram array, the other side had placed him in the position of a sacrifice and could launch an assault against him.
Slytherin discovered in horror that his magic