Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"Harry, listen, I will take your place in dealing with Voldemort next. I need you to tell me how you feel at any time, no matter how you feel! Don't ignore it no matter how small it is! In this way, I can adjust the strength of my attack in time according to the situation. Understand.

Yet?"

Standing in front of Harry, Bell said without looking back.

"Thank you, Bell. However, I can still fight. Let us fight side by side and defeat Voldemort!"

Harry glanced at Bell's back with gratitude. If the other person had been gentler when he grabbed the sword just now, he would have been even more grateful to him.

"No, Harry, feel the sensations on your body carefully, and then tell me exactly. This is very important to me, that's all."

With that said, Bell casually threw a full-body binding spell on Harry to prevent this guy who was prone to getting hot-blooded from causing any trouble.

"Enough! Ignorant fools! I've had enough of your arrogance! Now, welcome the wrath of the Dark Lord!"

Finally, Voldemort removed the ice on his right hand by absorbing Harry's power. After his hands were freed, his spellcasting ability was greatly enhanced.

"What, Lao Fu, let me remind you. The reason why you can cast spells like this is because of the magic circle under your feet, which provides your soul with the ability to move freely. If you run out of the range of this magic circle,

It will immediately transform back into the form of a lonely ghost, and by then, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to speak properly.”

As someone who had dealt with Voldemort many times, Bell was not too familiar with Voldemort's urine properties.

Maybe it's because he has been chased away by Dumbledore since he was a child? In short, Lao Voldemort's moral integrity is surprisingly low, and he can be said to run away at the slightest disagreement. From Voldemort's "domineering" speech just now,

Bell heard the other party's intention to run away again.

Voldemort: "..."

No wonder he always felt that his current state was a bit strange. Is it really the effect of this strange magic circle under his feet?

After a moment of hesitation, Voldemort finally decided to give it a try, just in case it worked.

"Kid, did you arrange all this?"

In the previous battle, Voldemort did not pay all his attention to Harry. He had been distracted and observed everything around him.

"It's just a matter of fact. I'm down there."

Bell bowed humbly and slashed the line connecting Harry and Voldemort with his sword, slowing down Voldemort's ability to absorb Harry's power. If Old Voldemort were to absorb Harry's power so unscrupulously, little Harry would probably be sucked in.

Done.

"How are you, Harry? How do you feel?"

"It feels like ice has been stuffed into my head. It's very cold, but I can't say it's unbearable."

Holding his head and shivering, Harry described his feelings truthfully.

"Very good, that's it. Please tell me how you feel at any time in the future."

Bell carefully looked at Harry's soul and took note of the changes he observed and Harry's description.

Voldemort took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

Ever since he left the orphanage, he had never been ignored so repeatedly. He always thought he had forgotten this feeling.

But now, someone else helped him recall this 'nostalgic' past, and he vowed to thank the other person properly!

But now is not the time, he has some other small things that he needs help from.

"It's really outstanding! I think you must be the student with the best academic performance in Hogwarts now. You may not know that when I was in school at Hogwarts, I was always the first in my grade. At the same time, I

He’s also the male president of the student union.”

"Well, actually I know."

Hearing that Voldemort suddenly began to reminisce about the past, Bell lowered his raised sword again. He was suddenly curious about what the other party wanted to say.

"Really? This is not information that can be obtained easily. It seems that you have investigated me specifically.

However, I don’t think you know what happens next.

As the best student at Hogwarts, I can be considered a rare outstanding student even in the history of Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years. However, after graduation, I was among the other mediocre and inactive students.

There is no difference between generations.

I am busy at work every day, and there is always endless debris waiting for me. My time is wasted, my youth is wasted, my dreams are faded, my talents are buried, and even my spell casting level is

, all began to regress.

Can you imagine the feeling of a talented person watching his talent dry up little by little? It is simply like a seriously ill and dying person lying in bed, feeling his life passing by little by little, desperate and unwilling

, resentment, longing, and finally... completely die out.

Finally one day, with the help of my friends, I woke up.

I will no longer waste my time doing things for those with vested interests!

I began to question power, the public, and everything that came into my eyes!

So I fell into thinking. I thought about why it was possible and why it couldn't be done. I thought about why I should do it and why I shouldn't do it. I thought about what I wanted and what others wanted me to want.

Then, I reached the pinnacle of magic.

Many people don't understand what I do, they insult me, they belittle me, they want to suppress me, they try to erase me.

But all this did not knock me down. Instead, it made me realize more clearly that I was on the right path, a path that was deviant but full of freedom and light.

Decay cannot block the light, and the wind of freedom will surely blow away slavery and oppression.

Ultimately, people fear me...

To be honest, this is not what I want. They are all my compatriots, and I feel very, very heartbroken when I see my compatriots sinking into corrupt interests and being blinded by money.

But any change is indispensable without sacrifice. Even if my heart is unbearable, I will use my blood to awaken everyone!

Come on, come to me. Only I can let you see the true face of this world. Only I can give you the power to embrace freedom."

Voldemort looked at Bell, and at this moment, a light seemed to flash behind him.

Bell: "..."

To be honest, Bell was confused at this moment.

In his impression, Voldemort was a complete lunatic, the type who could directly enter Arkham Asylum for further training if he changed the set.

However, what the other party said today completely overturned Bell's inherent impression of Voldemort.

The other party was able to recruit a large number of pure-blood wizards to work for them, and there were even many diehards among them who were still following the other party's footsteps unswervingly after the other party's disappearance for more than 10 years. It seemed that it was not all through force.

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'So this guy really didn't steal Grindelwald's manuscript?'