Crimson Beast Face

"Merlin's beard!" Harry couldn't help but scream as soon as he woke up from his deep sleep, lifted his head, and opened his eyes.

The medium through which he entered this Boiler Room —the mirror he gave to Kreacher —revealed a completely different version of himself.

His face looked as if it had been split in two, but the right side of his face was fortunate enough to remain unchanged.

But the skin on the left side of his face turned red and scaly. His left eye also turned an ominous pure black.

You should know that the so-called black eyes in this world are all dark brown, but his are different; they are as black as a bottle of thick ink ground from the finest ink sticks.

When I saw my own face, a jumble of complicated memories flooded my mind.

She was a tall, dark-skinned woman with thick eyelids. She and he were intimate and affectionate in the grass, in the treehouse, and even on the street.

In addition, there was a man with a square face and strong jaw muscles who kept his eyes drooping as he accompanied them.

Those obscene memories were immediately followed by killing.

A series of deathly green lights flashed by, accompanied by the terrified cries of the victims.

What's even more disgusting is that in these memories, he seems to be the protagonist.

And he even developed a strange fondness for that dark-skinned woman.

Harry looked toward the corner of the wall, where Kreacher's emergency rescue treasures had once been placed.

Among them are some silver photo frames that belong to her!

Bellatrix Lestrange!

The reason he didn't recognize her immediately was because the Bella in his memory was completely different from the one in the photo.

In my memory, she was already an adult, and when facing 'him,' she didn't have the arrogant and disdainful expression she had in the photos.

On the contrary, those beautiful brown eyes were filled with deep love.

"This Horcrux embodies Voldemort's 'love' for Bella?" Harry felt like vomiting.

To make matters worse, Harry quickly realized who the square-faced man was, even though he had never met him before.

In his memory, besides physical pleasure, he also felt the thrill of snatching someone else's treasure and enjoying it right in front of them.

The only person who could evoke such feelings in Voldemort Bella Rodolphus Lestrange.

Bella's husband.

Harry forced his mind to clear, calmed himself down, and then opened his eyes.

On the retina, the mission had indeed been updated.

Task Six: Confront the remaining memories and process them.

Note: It's not about mastering, it's about digesting. It's not about digging, it's about playing a role. You must always be aware that you are just playing a role. When the red face disappears, the mission is complete.

"That's great." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

This is for the purpose of completing Task Five.

It was also because he realized that the left half of his face seemed to look like that only in his own eyes.

Moreover, once he completes Task Six and digests these memories, his face will return to normal.

"But now, I'll be looking in the mirror every day." Harry smiled as he recalled what he had said to Kreacher.

He reached into the mirror and was plunged back into darkness. Time flew by, and Ginny's birthday passed in a flash.

What Harry finds worst these days are those memories.

In his daily dreams, he is Voldemort, entwined with Bella and killing her all over the world.

During these waking hours, he would occasionally drift into a daze, and when he woke up, Ginny would usually be lying in his arms with a flushed face.

Those disgusting memories seemed to have changed him into a different person.

He had tested it in the Mirror World.

Curses, poisons, and even Dark Magic that he used to be bad at are now readily available to him.

When he was completely absorbed in those memories, he even had the feat of burning the entire London to ashes by himself using the Fiendfyre.

It should be known that Fiendfyre is one of the most terrifying forms of Dark Magic, a magical fire that grows stronger as it burns.

These fires can mimic the shapes of monsters, relentlessly hunting down almost anything that can burn, friend or foe.

It could not be extinguished by water either, as water was also something he considered flammable.

Only the Phoenix is unafraid of Fiendfyre, because as a fire spirit, the Phoenix will be unharmed no matter how high the temperature or how intense the flames.

Even in his frenzied state, he remained unharmed, just like Phoenix.

Those memories seem to be more than just memories; they seem to be power.

In that state, he was perhaps equivalent to Voldemort.

After that, he also noticed something: most of the red scales on the left side of his face had fallen off.

The skin on his cheeks and chin has returned to normal.

That act of sabotage seemed to be the best performance.

Harry has been reflecting on this over the past few days.

The loss of scales is related to his behavior.

The more Voldemort's behavior resembled the Voldemort in the memory, the more scales he lost.

And Voldemort's actions as remembered are also easy to summarize.

There are only three: intimacy, destruction, and killing.

The number of scales shed thus shows a progressive relationship.

That is, the number of intimate moments that result in the fewest drops.

However, this could also be because he and Ginny have never had a deeper conversation.

As for destruction, Harry can do it in the Mirror World.

But perhaps because it happened so many times, he seemed to realize in his frenzied state that it was all an illusion.

The number of scales falling off is also decreasing.

Harry never attempted the final act of killing.

He just had a gut feeling that if he actually killed a wizard, the scales on his face would fall off completely.

But Harry is not prepared to play the last act.

Because he remembered the words in the notes, that playing the role wasn't what truly made him Voldemort.

He was not Voldemort himself, but an actor who portrayed the character of Voldemort.

If the path to resurrecting his mother required killing, he would rather abort the mission.

Moreover, the number of scales that fell due to his intimacy with Ginny, treating her as Bella and himself as Voldemort, did not seem to have decreased.

It seems that his genuine love for Ginny led to all of this.

If he goes further, who knows—

"Harry!"

"Hey!"

"What are you thinking about?" After a long absence, in Flourish and Blotts, Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, forcibly turning Harry's head from where he was looking at Ginny to another direction.

"Harry, we're still outside," Draco whispered to Harry as he approached.

"If you want, we can go home, to your room, and then—" Ginny stretched out her index fingers and touched them together.

Her face was as red as her hair.

"Am I the kind of person you think I am?" Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Yes!" the three replied in unison.

They all felt that Harry had become almost a different person during this period.

He didn't miss any opportunity to get intimate with Ginny.

It seemed as if he was glued to her body.