102- Containment

After moving at a snail's pace for a while, Daphne finally arrived beside the green-robed wizard.

The reason why she did this was because she had an extremely bold guess: she believed that the mysterious green-robed wizard in front of her was most likely Rhys.

Wasn't it strange? Would "potion poisoning" really happen to Rhys? Daphne was skeptical about this; she even thought Rhys had done it on purpose.

As for the reason for doing so, it might be to provide himself with an alibi.

Daphne knew Rhys had secrets and he didn't want to expose himself openly to the school professors. This did make him seem like a villain, but after spending a year with him, the girl felt he wasn't a bad person.

However, there were still some things Daphne couldn't figure out. She hadn't even sought Rhys out yet, so how could he have known in advance to prepare an alibi? There were many suspicious points.

There were also many areas for debate, such as the fact that the green-robed wizard's figure didn't match Rhys's. But this could also be explained if Rhys had taken Polyjuice Potion; if Daphne could make such a potion, Rhys certainly could—and he even had the ability to guide her.

'A little to the side, just a bit more.' Daphne cautiously moved her steps, trying to catch a glimpse of the face under the green-robed wizard's hood.

Unfortunately, the edge of the hood was too long, completely obscuring his face.

So why not blow a gust of wind to knock his hood off?

Daphne had a very bold idea.

Daphne dared to be so bold because the green-robed wizard had shown a friendly attitude toward her ever since his appearance.

He could have done nothing and let Voldemort kill her, but he chose to save her instead, which indicated that he wouldn't really make things difficult for her.

If the situation were analyzed dichotomously, it could be simply divided into two possibilities: either the green-robed wizard was Rhys or he wasn't.

If he was Rhys, knocking off his hood wouldn't be a big deal compared to their relationship. If he wasn't Rhys, then he was a highly skilled elder wizard in the magical world, like Dumbledore. Such a person wouldn't trouble a mischievous little girl, right?

In short, Daphne realized that she was in a position to do whatever she wanted—if he wasn't Rhys, she would just apologize sincerely.

So she acted. Daphne gathered a burst of magic and knocked off the hood of the green-robed wizard. Rhys was deep in thought about how to use the soul fragment in his hand for a potion and hadn't paid attention to what Daphne was doing.

As a result, he was caught off guard, and Daphne succeeded.

After seeing his face clearly, Daphne was certain that the person in front of her was Rhys, or at the very least, someone closely related to him by blood, as there was no other explanation for the resemblance, the face looked like a masculine and older version of Rhys and the hairs were not platinum blond, all and all this person seemed very similar to...

"Rhys?" she asked tentatively.

Rhys: "..."

He realized he had been a bit careless. Even a child like Daphne could recognize him at a glance. If Dumbledore were really here, it would definitely arouse his suspicion. Given his personality, if he were willing to drink Polyjuice Potion made from another young wizard's hair, Daphne might not have recognized him.

But he refused to do so.

Faced with Daphne's inquiry, Rhys chose not to respond at all. He just glanced at Daphne before continuing with his work.

A slight awkwardness passed through Daphne's mind, and she began to doubt her hypothesis a bit: could this really not be Rhys but his brother or something? It was possible, but unlikely, as Rhys had never mentioned having a brother.

Maybe he had reasons for not admitting it? 

But regardless, he was indeed very powerful.

With "Big Rhys" unwilling to engage with her, Daphne, having nothing else to do, simply lowered her head and stared at her toes.

Then she noticed an amazing detail: she was already back on the ground, but the seemingly sticky mud had not clung to her socks.

She lifted her foot and looked at the sole; it was clean, without a trace of mud.

That was very curious.

She stood on tiptoe and tapped the ground lightly with her toes. She noticed that the mud seemed to have its own consciousness, sliding off her toes like water droplets on an oiled cloth.

Daphne was a bit curious and didn't understand why.

"This area is completely under my magical control, so the soil won't stick to your clothes without my 'permission'," Rhys said, facing away from Daphne but somehow aware of her confusion, providing an explanation.

"Eh? Complete control?!" Although Daphne didn't fully grasp the intricacies, she instinctively felt that this was quite impressive.

"If I wish, I can even use this soil to gain the five senses—smell, sight, hearing, touch, and taste—but it's not necessary."

"That's so amazing!!!" Daphne exclaimed, covering her mouth.

"Well.. It takes some time to set up, and it can only fool those who don't understand it," Rhys explained briefly before falling silent.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left arm, and pressed Voldemort's residual soul against it.

As soon as it made contact, countless root-like tendrils sprouted from the soul fragment, connecting to Rhys's arm. In no time, a grotesque face appeared on Rhys's left arm.

Daphne: "!!!"

"No!!! What are you doing!!!" She was utterly shocked.

That was potentially a fragment of Voldemort's soul!

Even if it wasn't, it definitely wasn't something good, so how could he attach it to his arm?

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm just temporarily 'imprisoning' it here. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to find a suitable container for it at the moment," Rhys said, extending his right hand to poke the ugly face.

Voldemort, having just found a new host, was about to open his eyes, only to have a finger angrily jab into his face.

Voldemort: 'Eh..? W-What—!'

The next moment, a surge of magic enveloped Voldemort's soul fragment like a vacuum seal, tightly sealing him.

The sealed Voldemort fell into a deep sleep - this was a good thing for him, because in this sleeping state, he would not have to feel the endless pain.

Daphne swallowed, she still felt it was a little creepy.

After doing all this, Rhys was ready to leave. He first found the unlucky Harry in the corner of the swamp. After Daphne broke the crystal ball, he was knocked unconscious by a tree that popped out.

But fortunately, there is nothing serious wrong with my body.

When Rhys leaned over and picked up Harry from the swamp, Daphne noticed that Harry, like herself, was in the swamp, but there was not a trace of mud on his robe.

After putting Harry on Nightmare, the swamp in front of Rhys surged and several pieces of crystal ball fragments appeared in front of him.

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