Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Harry had a dream.

In that dream, he saw a bloody thing squirming crazily - it seemed to be a limb that he didn't know if it was an arm or a leg, but it was slender and shorter than any human arm or leg, but it was It doesn't look like it comes from a goblin or elf, as if its owner is a deformed dwarf. Moreover, its surface was bloody, and it looked like it had been peeled off.

He saw that the limb was tightly wrapped around his body, so strong that it almost grew into his flesh. But for some unknown reason, the limbs were trembling violently and slowly separating, as if an invisible big hand was forcibly tearing him off Harry's body.

He could feel the touch of the greasy flesh sticking to his skin, and the repeated rubbing back and forth along with the shaking of his limbs, which made him both scared and horrified. He had no idea why he had such an ugly and disgusting thing hanging on his body. He wanted to pull it off by himself, but found that he seemed to have lost control of his body. He could only watch the limb continue to tremble - but the only thing that gave him some comfort was that it should really be about to die. Leave your body.

However, he still had a vague feeling - he seemed to know what this limb was. Someone had obviously mentioned it to him, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

There was an empty silence all around, and the struggle of his limbs became the only thing that reminded Harry that time was still passing. He couldn't move himself, but the limbs were being torn apart and torn off from his body at a slow but firm speed, and kept moving away from his body...

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Harry saw that the limb was finally torn off his body. Then he felt a sudden lightness all over his body, and then an extremely refreshing feeling came from the body that had just broken away from physical contact. A large area surged out, spreading throughout his limbs and bones - he didn't know how to describe that feeling, like suddenly taking off a heavy shackles? Or suddenly free to fly?

The moment the limb was separated from Harry, it suddenly stopped struggling as if it had exhausted all its strength, and then was pulled outward at an increasingly faster speed, and quickly shrank into something in Harry's eyes. Got a red dot...

boom!

Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound in the distance, and at the same time he felt that his head was hit hard from the inside, as if something was about to burst out of his brain...

"Ouch!"

This feeling suddenly woke Harry up, and he could feel his control over his body again. The memories before he fell into coma flooded into his mind, allowing him to quickly realize the meaning of the dream just now...

'That bloody limb...is Voldemort's soul possessed by me? ’

He recalled with some disgust - he had coexisted with that thing for fourteen years!

‘But Ken seemed to have said that I should complete the operation in a coma state...then why did I wake up again? Was there an accident? Still...ah! ’

He suddenly cried out in pain uncontrollably, and then subconsciously opened his eyes. Because the feeling of something trying to get out of his head just now came over again, and it became more intense. It was so intense that he wanted to reach out and hold his forehead, for fear that it would really fly out on its own...

"do not move!"

As soon as he raised his hand, a familiar voice immediately rang out, causing his hand to stop in mid-air: "Now is the most critical time, we are almost done! Don't move." !Hold on for a few more seconds!”

But Harry almost forgot to respond at this time.

Because the moment he opened his eyes, what came into his eyes was a large piece of thick gray mist, with a painful and twisted human face vaguely floating in it, which was different from what he had seen before, which was captured from the crystal ball. The gray mist pulled out is almost exactly the same...

And this kind of gray mist is being continuously pulled out from his forehead—to be precise, from his lightning scar, and then poured into the gorgeous ring inlaid on the ring closest to him. Inside the locket!

He probably knew why his forehead hurt so much - from this distance, he could almost hear the faint sound coming from the face in the gray mist, but if he listened carefully, he would feel the extremely shrill scream. Probably still desperately trying to struggle back into his own body. But the force pulling it was too strong, so the gray mist had to be completely pulled out of Harry's body bit by bit...

Finally, the last bit of gray mist in front of Harry's eyes had been sucked into the locket, and the swelling and pain dissipated - he felt unprecedentedly refreshed, as if he had been reborn.

"Okay, you can come out now - how does it feel when the impurities are removed from your soul?"

Avada's face turned as pale as paper at some point. He tapped the instrument with his wand to stop it, and then gave Harry a relaxed smile.

"God, this feeling..."

Harry stood up in surprise, stretched his arms, and looked around - how could he not know before that controlling one's own body and accepting information from the outside world was such an easy and wonderful thing?

And not only that, he could also feel that the holly wand in his pocket seemed to be cheering for joy, constantly sending out the same warm feeling when he first picked it up - it's really strange, Ollie Vander clearly said that he was chosen by this wand because of his connection with Voldemort, but now that the last link between him and Voldemort has been eliminated, why has his wand become closer to him? ?

Maybe the person it was close to from the beginning was not the self that coexisted with Voldemort, but the real and complete self now?

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel even happier, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily...

"Okay, don't be silly. I think Hogwarts is a better place for you to feel a new you than the Room of Requirement."

Avada also smiled and urged Harry to move the chair out quickly, and took another look at Ron, who had not yet reacted and was staring at Harry in a daze: "We are lucky - if Harry had moved as much as he did just now, If it gets bigger, if it causes him to leave the central area, you will have to hold him down."

"So...you really succeeded?"

Ron stared blankly at the innermost locket of the ring, while recalling the scene when the gray mist rushed out of Harry's head: "Is that Voldemort's soul? In the past fourteen years, that thing has been Are they all lodged in him?"

"And I haven't noticed it at all."

Harry said with some fear: "It's unimaginable - if you and Dumbledore hadn't sealed Voldemort in time, he would definitely be resurrected sooner or later, and as long as I am still alive, he will not die..."

"Okay, if nothing happens, you can leave."

Avada gurgled down a bottle of magic potion, and then her expression recovered a little: "Next, I have to deal with these Horcruxes, so that Voldemort completely loses his reliance on survival - or are you also interested? Witness it?"