Chapter 278: Harry: I’m Just A Horcrux After all

    "I brought you the cloak."

    Harry took off the cloak and gave a shy smile.

    Cyrus never would have imagined that just moments after thinking about the three Deathly Hallows, Harry would show up with the final one in hand.

    "You''re giving me this cloak?"

    Cyrus asked, peering through Harry''s round glasses. "But why?"

    "Back at the Department of Mysteries, Professor Dumbledore told me to bring the cloak and give it to you, saying it might be useful. But before I could get to you, Voldemort fled," Harry explained.

    At the time, as soon as Harry returned to Hogwarts, he had rushed to the castle to retrieve the cloak.

    Cyrus quickly realized Dumbledore''s reasoning: seeing Voldemort possessing two of the Deathly Hallows, Dumbledore likely thought that if their side could unite all three, they might have a better chance of repelling Voldemort.

    "Although Voldemort escaped in the end, I think you should still have the cloak. It might come in handy next time," Harry said with a slightly embarrassed smile. "You don''t need to return it. I just realized I''ve never given you a Christmas gift before."

    He practically shoved the cloak into Cyrus''s hands.

    The back of the cloak shimmered silver, as though encrusted with diamonds, glimmering brightly. Holding it felt like grasping liquid silver, cool to the touch.

    "But you probably don''t know the secret of this Invisibility Cloak, Harry," Cyrus said, feeling a twinge of guilt. The gifts he had given Harry in the past were nowhere near as valuable, let alone comparable to a Deathly Hallow.

    And to think, back when he had just been revived, Cyrus had even considered stealing the Invisibility Cloak to make his escape!

    "This is a priceless treasure!"

    "Of course, because it was left to me by my mom and dad!" Harry nodded earnestly, and his response left Cyrus momentarily speechless.

    Cyrus had intended to tell Harry that this wasn''t just any ordinary cloak but one of the Deathly Hallows, a cloak that even Death itself couldn''t defy. However, hearing Harry''s response made him realize that these things were never what truly mattered to Harry. What mattered to Harry were the emotions and the meaning behind the gift.

    "My mom and dad spent their lives fighting against Voldemort..." Harry walked over and sat beside Cyrus near the edge of the carriage, his head lowered. "Voldemort killed them..."

    "Ever since I got my Hogwarts letter, people have been calling me the Boy Who Lived. They say I defeated the invincible Dark Lord. But the truth is, I don''t know anything about it, and I''m not his match."

    Harry was stunned to learn about this side of Dumbledore''s past, but at that moment, he couldn''t focus on it. Instead, he asked urgently, trying to find a way to counter Cyrus''s word—

    "But Voldemort was resurrected!"

    "Was he resurrected? Or was he never truly dead to begin with?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow and said with a smile. "I injured Voldemort, so I can see it clearly. His body now is no longer human. After being struck by Gryffindor''s sword, his wounds no longer bleed."

    At this point, Cyrus couldn''t help but feel he and Voldemort were complete opposites.

    Voldemort''s current body was created through the Resurrection Stone, like a more powerful and advanced Inferius. Meanwhile, Cyrus''s body was formed from the immense vitality of the Philosopher''s Stone.

    Life and death...

    Cyrus pondered deeply, everything seemed like fate mocking him.

    "..Right.."

    Upon hearing Cyrus''s question, Harry felt as if he was encased in solid ice. He lowered his head, a flash of guilt, frustration, and a bit of fear crossed his eyes—yes, Voldemort had never truly died, so how could it be called a resurrection?

    He remembered what Voldemort had said in the Department of Mysteries, that he was just a Horcrux, and that Voldemort couldn''t be killed because he was still alive!

    If that''s the case, would it be better for him to just die?

    But when it came to death...

    Harry had never really thought about it before.

    Of course, during many encounters with Voldemort, he had thought he might be killed, but the situation now was completely different from then.

    Being killed by someone else, or dying by his own hand, or—he looked up at Cyrus and sighed..

    Being killed by someone he trusted...

    After all, he is one of Voldemort''s Horcruxes.

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