HP Magic Biography

"Kill Harry"

Listening to Voldemort's voice appeared from Harry's mouth, everyone's heart sank.

Voldemort had found a way to control Harry, even occupying Harry's body completely.

This made Harry feel a little sad. The intense pain irritated his nerves. However, he couldn't control his body at all, and even looked at Dumbledore's face with a cold chill.

He wanted to kill Dumbledore, or be killed by Dumbledore

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, seeming to want to break free of Voldemort's control, but it was counterproductive, which for him

"Don't give up, Harry" Fanlin called. "We won't give up on you, so don't give up on yourself."

"You think he can fight me"

"If not, why would you lose your own body and become a poor parasite." Fanlin looked at Harry's constricted pupils. "You won't win, just like fifteen years ago, you Still a loser, Tom"

"Come on, kill me, it's here" Voldemort smiled, which appeared twisted on Harry's face.

"Do you think we can't deal with you?" Fanlin looked at Harry with a gloomy face, to be precise, it was Voldemort who appeared in Harry's pupils.

"I think you are so wrong, Voldemort," Fanlin said, raising his left hand, a ruby ​​ring exuding a magical red glow under the agitation of magic.

"what is this"

"Soul Ring," Fanlin said, "from, vampire, your new partner Tom."

As Fanlin said, he immediately stamped the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

In the next second, a heart-piercing roar erupted from Harry’s throat, and Fanlin couldn’t tell whose voice it was.

Harry, or Voldemort

At least, this soul ring has the effect he wants. This is the only way Fanlin can target the soul. He asked the vampire the correct usage of the soul ring to control people’s consciousness. Consciousness drives out.

I have to admit that this process is very painful, but there are few

Harry could hardly help but give up, similar to tearing his whole person apart, bit by bit, a force different from Voldemort mixed with **** aura invaded his soul strongly.

In the next second, it was like a fragile scroll. Accompanied by Sla's voice, the viper that was tightly entwined with him was torn off. Then, it was as if the pain disappeared; Harry's face Climbing down on the ground, his glasses are missing. He was shaking violently, as if he was lying on ice instead of wood.

Then, there was a voice in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw that his glasses were placed on the heels of the headless bodyguard, but the headless statue was lying quietly on the ground.

He put on his glasses and looked up and saw Dumbledore's eagle nose just inches away from his nose. And Fanlin also looked at him pale, cold sweat dripping from Fanlin's forehead drop by drop.

"Are you okay, Harry"

"Yes," Harry said, shaking so violently that he couldn't raise his head normally. "Yes, where is Voldemort, where is I driven away by Fanlin, who are they?"

The hall was crowded with people; dark green flames were reflected on the floor; witches and witches were walking around the room. When Dumbledore pulled Harry and Fanlin up, Harry saw the stunned Connelly Fudge next to the statue of the goblin and house elf.

"There he is" shouted a man in a scarlet robe and ponytail. He pointed to a pile of golden fragments on the other side of the house, where Bellatrix had just been trapped.

"I saw him, Mr. Fudge. I swear he is a mysterious man. He took a woman and apparated."

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too" Fudge murmured, his pajamas in his robe, panting as if he had just run several miles.

"My **** is here, here, in the Ministry of Magic, my god, it seems impossible, my god, how could such a thing happen"

"If you go to the Department of Mysteries downstairs, Connelly," Dumbledore said, obviously he was happy that Harry was not injured. He walked forward, so people who trusted realized that he was here. Some people raised their wands; others were just surprised; statues of fairies and house elves clapped and cheered; Fudge jumped up in surprise, his The slippers fell to the ground. "You will find several Death Eaters on the run trapped in the death chamber. They are helped by the Anti-Phantom Shifting spell, waiting for you to let go."

"Dumbledore" Fudge said, panting in surprise, "You are here and I." He looked around and looked at the Auros he had brought. It was obvious that he wanted to shout "Catch him."

"Connelly, I'm ready to fight your people and win again," Dumbledore said in a thunderous voice, "but you saw it with your own eyes a few minutes ago, the truth I have been telling you all this year. Voldemort Come back, you have been chasing the wrong person for twelve months, now it’s time for you to be more rational

"I'm not okay" Fudge roared, and he looked around, as if hoping someone would stand up and tell him what to do. When no one came forward, he said, "Very well, Dennis Williamson, go to the Department of Mystery. Dumbledore, you have to tell me in detail what happened to the Magic Brothers Fountain."

A whimper was added to his tone, staring at the remaining statues of witches, wizards and horsemen on the ground.

"We can talk after I send Harry and Fanlin back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"The two of them" Fudge turned and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall next to the statue that protected him when Dumbledore and Voldemort duel.

"Why are they here?" Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

"Why is this going on?"

"After Harry returns to Hogwar," Dumbledore repeated, "I will explain everything."

He left the pool and came to where the wizard's head was. He pointed his wand at it and said "door key."

The hair gleamed blue and shook loudly on the floor for a while, then returned to calm.

"Look here, Dumbledore." When Dumbledore walked towards Harry with the head, Fudge said, "You don't have the right to use the door key. You can't do this in front of the Minister of Magic, you."

When Dumbledore looked at him disdainfully through his half-moon glasses, his voice became hesitating. "You have to order Dorellos Jane Umbridge and your special operations team to be expelled from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "and you have to order your Auror to stop chasing my protective magical creature. Teacher, let him come back to work and cancel the wanted for me and Fanlin, I will give you tonight." Dumbledore took a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and looked at it. "For half an hour, during this time I think we can study what happened here. After that, I will go back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, welcome You come to Hogwarts to contact me. You can find me by writing the principal on the address of the letter."

Fudge's eyes became rounder; his mouth was open, and the round face under his messy hair was pink.

"I you"

Dumbledore stayed and looked at Harry. "You two, take this door key." He took out the golden head and said in an unquestionable tone.

In fact, Fanlin still wanted to see how Dumbledore handled the Ministry of Magic, but as a non-vampire to use the vampire's sacred weapon, it was a great test for both magic and spirit.

At least he just wanted to lie down now, and Harry didn't get much better. After all, he had just experienced the pain of tearing his soul apart, which was weak enough for anyone for a while.

Fanlin and Harry placed their hands on it, not caring about what they would do next or where they would go back.

"I will see you in half an hour," Dumbledore said softly, "One, two, three."

Without the slightest resistance, Harry felt a familiar sensation again. A hook hooked his belly button and yanked him forward. The shiny wooden floor disappeared under his feet; in the hall, Fudge and Dumbledore disappeared, and he flew forward in a colorful whirlwind.

Harry's feet touched the ground, his knees were slightly bent and Wizard Gold's head fell to the ground. He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office. Everything was restored when the principal was away. The exquisite silver instrument was placed on the table with spinning legs, quietly spinning in the smoke, and the portraits of principals were dozing in the frame. The head hangs back onto the armchair or leans on the edge of the picture frame. Harry looked out of the window, and the green boundary appeared to be dawning in the distance.

Quiet, only the occasional snoring of the portraits in their dreams broke the silence, which is unbearable for him. If the environment can emit his inner feelings, the portraits should scream in pain. He wandered in this quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying to think of nothing.

But helpless, he must be responsible for his actions.

He was arrogant thinking that his judgment was correct, and was kidnapped to the Ministry of Magic to help Voldemort get some crystal ball. If Fanlin happened to be there, what would he do?

He took what Voldemort wanted and was taken to Voldemort’s lair by Malfoy

Even Dumbledore can’t save him from anywhere, not to mention that Voldemort will keep him

Before Voldemort could not wait to kill him, and all this, if not

"you guys"

"I know what you want to ask Harry," Fanlin said with a bit of fatigue. He had just escaped from the underground street, and then ran to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Harry.

I have to admit that they delayed too long and almost buried Harry inside. If Dumbledore hadn’t appeared at a critical moment, the Avada’s Curse would have taken him or Harry in it. The life of a person.

This was an inevitable result. Although the two of them hurt Voldemort, it was also because Harry’s wand and Voldemort’s wand were twins, but even so, Harry could not stop Voldemort for too long, even his magic.

Voldemort fought against both of them at the same time, and when he activated the Philosopher's Stone with all his strength, he only injured Voldemort's skin, and even deeper damage could not be brought to him.

This is a bit different from Fanlin’s idea. He originally thought he could do better, but now it seems that

It seemed that the conversation between the two had alarmed them, or they had already regained consciousness when they first arrived.

This group of old guys like to do this, hiding in secret, and when they come to the conclusion, these old guys are jumping out to express their opinions.

Phineas had a long yawn, and when he saw Harry, he spread his arms and squinted his eyes.

"What brought you so early? And you, Al kid, I remember that you have been fired from Hogwarts." Phineas said, "This room is very helpful to all but the right principal The person at is kept secret, or Dumbledore sent you here, don’t tell me "He yawned again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ another message about my useless grandson"

"Sirius is not a useless offspring." Harry was a little angry, and he still couldn't tolerate other people slandering Sirius, whether it was Bellatrix or Phineas.

In fact, Sirius and the Black family really didn't deal with them very much.

"Oh but, I think so." Phineas.

"Oh, of course, you can be happy, but Sirius might have something to say, he shouldn't be here."

"Well, Phineas, I won’t say anything too soon, I hope it means," said a fat red-nosed wizard on the principal’s desk. "Dumbledore will be back among us soon." Harry turned. The wizard looked at him with interest.

Harry nodded, and he looked at Fanlin. The joining of these principals obviously disrupted the conversation between them.

"Excellent," said the wizard. "He's not very boring anymore, in fact, very boring." He sat in a king-like chair and looked at Harry with a kind smile, "Dumbledore said very much to you. Gao, I think you know," he said comfortably, "Yes, he respects you very much."

The huge sense of guilt in Harry's chest is now wriggling like a parasite. He is no longer himself. Although there were no accidents in today's affairs, there were always people injured, and he also failed Dumbledore. The trust of Voldemort was so stupid that he ran into Voldemort’s trap. The feeling I had never felt before captured his body and mind. There has never been such a strong hope that he would be someone else. The empty fireplace of any other person suddenly flashed green. Flame, Harry quickly left his seat, staring at the man appearing in the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure came out, and the portraits of wizards on the surrounding walls immediately woke up, many of them greeted loudly.