Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 "Allegiance to you?" He didn't say anything, but took out something from his arms, it was a locket, "This should be your thing, the so-called heir of Slytherin."

　　 Voldemort's pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "Give it to me!"

　　 There was a hoarse voice, under the control of the snake, Mo Wen opened the locket, and under the silver lining, a pair of eyes flashed behind the glass window.

　　 It seemed to feel the threat, and the chain spread like a rope toward the inexplicable arm, and at the same time a bewitching voice came.

　　 "I have seen your heart, it belongs to me."

　　 "You are the same as me, you are afraid of death, but as long as I am there, death can no longer threaten you, you only need to—"

　　 "It's really a crappy temptation," Mo Wen said with a chuckle. Under the original protection, this so-called pendant that could peek into the heart was useless.

　　 "Give it to me!" A strong magic wave suddenly rose up from Voldemort's body, and evil aura permeated the entire hall.

　　 "Really?" A group of fierce fire appeared out of thin air and wrapped the locket in it. With a miserable scream, the locket was melted into a pile of scrap iron.

　　 "Are you planning to accept me as a subordinate now?"

　　 Mo Wen watched with disappointment that Voldemort's momentum was only stagnant, and then exploded exponentially, he was angry! But there was no injury.

　　 But then he just let out a chuckle, and a magical power not inferior to Voldemort exploded.

　　 "Come on, Dark Lord! Let me see how bad you are!"

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Harry galloped, the fear of death that Voldemort brought him was still permeating his heart, but another feeling occupies his mind, it is shame, that he did not listen to Hermione’s persuasion, it was he who let Guris do it. The identity of the undercover agent was exposed, and he left everyone alone and ran away.

　　 "Where is the exit?" He shouted desperately, just thinking of fleeing this place.

　　 As if the room was waiting for him to ask this question. The door directly behind him opened, and the corridor leading to the elevator appeared in front of him. The corridor was empty, with lights on. He continued to run wildly.

　　 He could hear the sound of an elevator running ahead; he speeded up, ran over the corner, and slammed his fist on the button to call another elevator. The elevator descended slowly; as soon as the iron door opened, Harry flashed in, now hitting the button marked ‘square’ with his fist. The door was closed, and he was ascending now.

　　 Before the elevator door was fully opened, he rushed out. At this moment, Bellatrix suddenly appeared in front of him and cast a spell. He hid behind the fountain in the square; the spell flew past him and hit the door at the other end of the hall, causing them to ring like a doorbell. There are no stairs here. She stood not far away. He curled up behind the statue, listening.

　　 "Come out, come out, little Harry!" she called in a baby voice, her voice echoing in the hall. "Give me the prophecy ball! Then you can escape to your heart's content!"

　　 Harry pursed his lips, predicting that the ball gleamed in the pocket of his robe.

　　 "Don't think about it!" He didn't know what it was, but Voldemort wanted it, and he couldn't let the other person do it.

　　 "Don't think about it?" Bellatrix read it silently, and then laughed loudly. "A man who took his companion to death and left his companion to escape even said,'Don't think about it'?"

　　 Her laughter stopped, "Harry, hand over the prophecy or you will suffer!"

　　 was stabbed in the painful spot, Harry only felt the blood from his whole body pouring up to his head, and Bellat's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

　　 "Shut up!" A red light hit Berat, who flashed past easily.

　　 "Little Potter, are you capable of this?" Berat mocked, "Little Potter is a nasty ghost, killed his companion, and escaped by himself, little Potter..."

　　 She even made up a nursery rhyme and laughed at Harry. Harry covered his ears, but the lyrics continued to flow into his ears.

　　 A clear sound spread far in the empty square.

　　 Berat stopped, his expression gloomy and terrible, "What did you do?"

　　 Harry's mocking voice came over, "I smashed it, I smashed the prophecy ball!"

　　 Harry roared, and as he yelled, the pain burned on his forehead; his scar was hurting again, and he felt a rage that had nothing to do with his anger. "He knows too!" Harry said, laughing wildly comparable to Berat. "Your old buddy Voldemort knows it's gone! He won't be happy with you, will he?"

　　 "You bullshit!" she screamed, and Harry could feel the pleasure of revenge. "You hold it, Potter, you have to give it to me! The prophecy ball is coming! The prophecy ball is coming!"

　　 "No, master, you forgive me!" Bellat called desperately.

　　 "It's useless, your master is playing with Guris?" Harry laughed. It would be better if the two of them die together. A dark thought came to Harry's mind.

　　 "What's useless? Can Harry talk to me?" A cold voice came into Harry's ears, and Voldemort stood not far from him.

　　 "Avada Suo Ming!" The same green light came again.

　　 The golden headless wizard statue in the fountain suddenly came alive, jumping from its base and falling between Harry and Voldemort. When the statue stretched out its arms to protect Harry, the curse only wiped from its chest.

　　 "Voldemort~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We are not over yet!" Mo Wen's figure appeared beside Harry, his appearance a little embarrassed, but he was not injured.

　　 "Really?" Voldemort said playfully.

　　 Harry raised his wand behind him.

　　Kill him, kill him, you don’t have to be ridiculed by others; kill him, kill him, you are the only person who attracts attention; kill him, kill him, and Qiu Zhang will be able to fall into your arms!

　　 A small voice kept talking in Harry's mind, causing the darkest side in his heart.

　　 "Except your weapons!"

　　 Mowen's wand flew out, and he turned stiffly, looking at Harry in disbelief.

　　 Harry was full of ferocious faces at this time, and his eyes were full of crazy jealousy.

　　 An anger surged into Mo Wen's heart, "You—find—die!"

　　 Those golden and silver eyes stared at Harry, and a phantom of a throne was looming beside Mo Wen, seeming to pop out of the void at any time.

　　 Harry woke up like a cold water on his head.

　　 "No, no, I didn't mean to—" he explained wildly.

　　 Voldemort on the other side raised his wand, "Avada Suddenly!"

　　 Green light shot towards Mo Wen, he no longer had a magic wand in his hand.

　　 But he didn't even look at the green light, but stared at Harry firmly.

　　 "No!" Hermione, who had just ran to the square, watched this scene desperately.