Harry’s temper flared. "Yeah, so? What good did it do you? You basically died at 60-something years old. That’s half the average life span of a wizard! You were a weak, powerless wraith and you resurrected into some disgusting creature! Your followers scattered, whatever you managed to do while alive was completely undone after you died, and the entire Wizarding world celebrated your death! You failed. You lost! Don’t you see? If you go down that path again, if you turn into Lord Voldemort again, you’re choosing failure."