"Explain-" Whenever a question involved his parents, Harry's eyes were always so resolute in their hunger for answers, but a sudden wave of mental exhaustion overwhelmed his consciousness. For some inexplicable reason, he had the illusion that he had escaped something immense, that some burden weighing on his shoulders had been lifted. That sense of ease and release made him want nothing more than to sleep.
"So sleepy-" Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep. Brian, who had just been about to continue, hurriedly laid Harry on the reclining chair he normally used for naps, pressed Harry's precious Invisibility Cloak into service as a blanket, then turned to the Horcrux that had already taken on the appearance of a baby.
By now, the soul of Voldemort contained in that Horcrux possessed considerable strength and awareness. Even though it was still in an unknown state of "utter chaos," the magical power it gave off was already enough to reshape the previously unclassifiable Horcrux.
Thanks to something Brian had not anticipated, Hufflepuff's Cup, Ravenclaw's Diadem, Tom Riddle's Diary, Nagini-and the soul fragment hidden inside Harry Potter-had now all become one.
After the soul fragment of Voldemort inside the Diary agreed to his conditions, Brian, thinking, *This is a rare opportunity.
If I'm going to do this, I might as well go all out!* took out the extra-large Memory Jar condensed from Harry's memories of his parents. It was a little too large for a diary, but fortunately, space was like water in a sponge: squeeze hard enough, and there would always be more. After some effort, he had successfully filled the Diary with love.
However, that enormous helping of love had failed to turn quantity into quality. The extra-large Memory Jar had not landed a critical hit on Voldemort, who could not