HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

In the darkness, multicolored lights flickered like dazzling stars in a clear night sky, untouched by polluted air.

"...Concealment Charm, Disguising Charm, Presence Concealment, Mental Barrier, Occlumency..."

Inside the Room of Requirement, Glenn, dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask, was seriously waving his wand, casting one enhancement spell after another on himself. Around him, lights continuously flashed, finally converging into his body.

These were concealment spells to prevent his identity from being exposed, mental protection spells to fend off possible retaliatory attacks from Tom Riddle's diary, and concentration spells to prepare himself for the upcoming "soul surgery."

After many days, the total number of self-created enhancement spells Glenn had mastered to achieve his goals was no longer the same as before, and the number of enhancement spells his body could simultaneously accommodate had more than doubled compared to last year.

But it was limited to this; Glenn's magical power still had more than half remaining, but his physical body was already nearly unable to withstand the dizzying crisscross of various magical circuits within.

Though his body felt uncomfortable, Glenn considered it necessary.

"Even with daily training and the continuous transformation from the black gas in my wand, my current physical condition still cannot fully match my magical power?"

Ignoring the discomfort, Glenn quickly drank a potion to restore his consumed magical power and then continued to take out various potions from the black ring.

"Sedative, Mind-Clearing Potion, Concentration Potion..."

Muttering the names of the potions in his heart, Glenn drank one bottle after another of indescribably flavored potions without changing his expression.

The magic and effects contained in the potions spread from his chest, sending warm currents to every part of his body.

Especially his brain, Glenn now felt his thoughts were running faster than usual, his mind exceptionally clear.

But having consumed these potions, most of which were for mental enhancement, the aftermath of using them, or the so-called side effects—at least now with his magical power balanced on the edge of order and chaos—allowed Glenn to perceive the negative sensations brought by the intertwining of magical power, magical circuits, potions, and various elements with tenfold sensitivity.

Stinging, swelling, nausea, twisting, writhing, friction...

Various chaotic sensations, both from within and outside, that could drive a person mad in an instant, repeatedly assaulted Glenn's consciousness.

Yet Glenn remained unmoved, his resilient soul and extreme willpower rendering them insignificant.

"With this, my preparations are complete."

Without speaking, Glenn expressionlessly took out a set of alchemical devices, which also served to enhance his mental state.

A large amount of mental augmentation layered upon his mind, although it could greatly enhance his mental capabilities, making his spells more powerful and controllable, the heightened sensitivity would also amplify the discomfort within his body, causing immense pain.

Glenn did not believe his current magical level was sufficient to handle the diary and achieve his expectations.

Therefore, he aimed to elevate his magical level to heights unreachable at present.

This is what is known as overloading.

The discomfort during this process, Glenn could endure, as it was a necessary price.

There was only one opportunity, and Glenn wanted to seize it firmly.

Now, Glenn's pre-surgery preparations were complete.

With a thought, the small black box containing Tom's diary appeared on the ground, and the lock was instantly unlocked. The diary floated up, opened its pages, and was fixed on the "operating table" in front of him by Glenn's spells and alchemy.

Facing Glenn's casual manipulation, the blank pages of the diary showed no signs of writing.

Inside the diary, Tom had completely abandoned hope of survival for this soul fragment after sensing Dumbledore's presence last night.

He didn't want to believe that old man wouldn't know about the existence of Horcruxes.

If so, then this soul fragment in the hands of his future self's adversary must not be left!

Even if they didn't destroy him, he had to self-destruct.

Who knew if Dumbledore had a method to locate other Horcruxes by locking onto him?

Had it not been for Dumbledore not yet intending to act against him, and his lingering desire for revenge, he would have self-destructed when Dumbledore probed him.

Because he knew, his "ownership" now belonged to that damned guy.

But he also didn't think he could escape death in that person's hands, as he was well aware of that unknown guy's cruel methods.

Little Tom now wanted to take that guy down with him before he died!

Yes, Tom now held a glimmer of hope, but his aim was to drag Glenn to hell with him.

And it was this glimmer of hope that completely buried his plan.

At this moment, his mind still at sixteen, unaffected by excessive soul splitting leading to insanity, little Tom, after accessing Ginny's memories, had thought of a possibility concerning his main body and Harry Potter.

A possibility even his main body, Voldemort, who was left with only a wraith after the Killing Curse backfired, hadn't considered!

Soul parasitism.

If he was correct, then Harry Potter, the so-called Boy Who Lived, had already become a Horcrux unnoticed even by Voldemort!

And to kill his main body, all Horcruxes must first be destroyed.

Thus, the only path before Harry Potter was death! Complete and utter death!

Tom believed that as the leader opposing his main body, Dumbledore, that old man, would inevitably sacrifice Harry Potter to achieve his goal of completely destroying his main body.

Though he didn't want to admit it, could anyone survive against the greatest wizard in Britain?

Absolutely not.

So, little Tom wanted this damned guy in front of him to also taste the feeling of being killed by Dumbledore in the future!

He wanted to try attaching the soul fragment generated after his self-destruction to the soul of the person opposite him!

Just like that Harry Potter!

A little closer, a little closer...

Right here!

The diary was opened, and the expression on Tom's soul face was extremely ferocious. He was ready to self-destruct!

Before his consciousness could operate, Tom found he could no longer control his diary and soul!

Through the diary, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes hidden in the shadows.

A cold voice came from the outside, the icy despair of death spreading bit by bit into Tom's soul and throughout his body.

"Don't move."

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