Chapter 592 Balance

"No, no, no." Harry denied, "This, this is impossible! I can't be him."

Harry yelled desperately, then stood up angrily and uneasily.

Only then did he realize that the originally noisy tavern had quieted down——

In the corner, Ginny stopped kissing Dean Thomas; Professor Horace Slughorn was holding a cup of lemon green sweet tea, standing at a loss not far from their table, and he was also avoiding the violent snowstorm. Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Seamus Finnigan all looked at Harry inexplicably, as if they didn't understand why Harry suddenly became furious.

Harry also noticed his predicament, took his coat from the back of the chair and ran outside the tavern.

Because Harry pulled his coat away too hard, his chair was pulled along and hit the floor hard, making an annoying "clang--" sound.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted and wanted to go up further, but when she stood up, someone grabbed her wrist.

"I'll go." Tiera sighed softly, and then slowly let go of Hermione's hand.

"He will have to face all this sooner or later." Tiera stood up and waved his hand at the table. The notes and manuscript papers he spread out on the dining table shrank back as if they had their own consciousness and flew into Tiera. Inside Jela's loose wizard robe.

Then Tiera jogged a few steps, and also ran out of the warm Honeydukes.

"Well Harry, what's wrong with Harry?" Horace Slughorn hesitated on the spot for a moment, then seemed to make up his mind, approached the dining table where Ron and Hermione were sitting, and asked with concern.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Hermione denied, "It's just that Harry is a little, a little excited. He should be fine. Tiera has already gone to comfort him."

"Oh, okay." Horace Slughorn put that kind smile on his face again, and then said to Hermione, "Oh, that's right, Miss Granger, probably next weekend, We are going to hold another small party on October 27th, do you have time?"

"Of course, sir." Hermione responded politely, "I am looking forward to your party. After the last party, I was wondering when you would hold another one."

Hermione had a very polite smile on her face.

"Very good, I mean great, Miss Granger." Horace Slughorn said cheerfully, "Could you please bring the invitation to Mr. Potter and Tiera as well?"

"Yes, sir," Hermione said.

After saying that, Horace Slughorn waved his hand like an emperor, and then he waddled out of the store with a big belly like a penguin. Likewise, he didn't notice that he was sitting on He Ron next to Min was as if he had always been a decoration next to the cockroach balls.

"Oh, my God!" After Horace Slughorn had gone far enough, Hermione rolled her eyes and said with emotion, "You can't believe how boring Horace's parties are. People sitting at a round table chatting awkwardly about their parents, their uncles, their aunts, and oh, look – there are some gorgeous sugar quills in the store – and they last a long time!”

Seemingly noticing the increasingly unhappy expression on Ron's face, Hermione's voice seemed to take a turn, immediately leading the topic to a clever candy toy placed behind Ron.

"Let's go," Ron said. "Let's go find Tiera and Harry."

"Oh, oh, okay, okay." Hermione was happy to leave this crowded and awkward Honeydukes.

"You, when did you know?"

After Harry left Honeydukes, he started wandering around in the blizzard.

But he didn't wander around for long——

Even before the cold weather could dissipate the heat from the hot drink he had just drank, he saw a light door suddenly appear in front of him, and Tiera walked out of the light door.

"When did you know that?" Harry asked once.

"Second year." Tiera said, "To be precise, at the end of the second year, when I am released from petrification and return to the Gryffindor dormitory, you can hug me and take it."

"Your touch gives me the same feeling as Ravenclaw's diadem."

"Then, why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked angrily. He felt as if the hot drink he just drank turned into a stream of heat and rushed straight to his brain.

"A piece of Voldemort's soul has attached itself to your body when you were one year old." Tiera did not answer directly, but continued, "He grew up with your soul. He is like another person in your body." A soul takes root in your body."

"It's just because it is a fragment of the soul, and you are a complete soul, so your body can be dominated by you, so all Voldemort's soul fragment can do is to give you Parseltongue and let you Possessing superb talents in dark magic and the ability to steal your thoughts with ease."

"He cannot occupy your body and cannot be resurrected in your body. At least there is no way for the time being." Tiera said.

"What, what do you mean temporarily?" Harry asked in horror.

"As long as he is alive, as long as he still has a body, as long as he is not in the form of a wandering soul. As long as his main soul does not merge with the soul fragments in your body, he will not be resurrected in you." Tiera said, "So on the day of the battle at the Ministry of Magic, I clearly had the opportunity and the ability, but I didn't kill Voldemort."

"I'm afraid that once he is liberated from the shackles of his body, he will be resurrected in your body," Tiera said. "Voldemort is in a very good state now. He is hiding in the dark like a rat in the gutter, silently causing trouble. ."

"But, but, it's his soul fragment." Harry couldn't continue. He just felt sick. Now Harry suddenly understood. At the end of third grade, Ron suddenly knew that he had raised a mouse for more than ten years. Actually, that's how Peter Pettigrew felt.

"Tiera, can you help me drive the soul out of Voldemort's body?" Harry asked, suppressing his nausea.

"I'm very sorry, I can't do anything right now." Tiera said with regret.

"To be precise, I currently have no way to remove Voldemort's soul without hurting you. The fragment of Voldemort's soul has been in your body since you were one year old. After so many years of growth, It has taken root in your body and has a very mysterious connection with your own soul." Tiera sighed and said, "Unless you also refine the Horcrux or are prepared to give up this body."

"But don't be afraid, Harry." Tiera raised her hand and gently stroked Harry's head and said, "Although I can't remove the fragments of Voldemort's soul, I have a way to stop him from affecting you."