The card draw starts in Azkaban

The war in the soul spreads to the outside.

Inside Professor Lupine's bedroom.

Several goblins looked at each other, and they hid away in fear, telling themselves to stay further away from Dowey Jones to prevent accidental injury.

Outside, they saw Du Wei looking ferocious and talking to himself. Sometimes he frowned ferociously, as if he wanted to curl up his whole face, and spoke in a vicious voice, as if he was attacking someone.

Sometimes, his expression becomes extraordinarily calm and his tone is extremely calm.

Sometimes, he speaks in Parseltongue, and his hoarse voice echoes in the bedroom, making people extremely frightened.

The goblin masters didn't know what Du Wei was doing, and they couldn't understand what he was talking about.

They were just trembling, watching the madman get sick, fearing that the madman would suddenly wake up and kill each of them with an Avada.

In his mind, Du Wei was fighting with three people.

But outside, the goblins could only see Dowey Jones talking to himself.

Their quarrel became more and more intense, the Parseltongue's voice became louder, and the other's calm tone became anxious.

Only those crazy words echoed in the bedroom, replacing the Parseltongue, making all the goblins' heads about to explode.

"Enough!"

When chaos reaches a certain level, order suddenly comes!

In the sudden quarrel, Dowey Jones grabbed his wand and pointed it at his head!

"You, yes, can never defeat me!"

He said firmly.

Then, a precise blow from Avada Kedavra hit Du Wei's head.

Under that astonishing green light, Dowey Jones was directly hit on the head by Avada Kedavra.

He crooked his hand and the wand fell to the ground.

Finally, his head tilted and he felt very peaceful.

It looks like the muscles are flabby and dead.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, and even the Goblin Master didn't react.

It wasn't until Du Wei lay quietly for more than ten minutes that these goblin masters dared to speak.

"He's dead?"

The goblins didn't dare to move. They looked at the unconscious man in front of them carefully. They couldn't believe it. Mainly because they didn't believe that someone like Dowey Jones could actually die?

Or commit suicide?

For a moment, they even thought that this big devil was testing them.

But soon, they discovered something was wrong.

Because Avada Kedavra cannot be deceived.

All those who were struck by Avada's Kedavra died.

This is a...

etc.

Thinking of this, these goblin masters suddenly felt relaxed.

"What a boring lunatic."

"Stupid wizard, stupid trick, can such a stupid trick deceive us?"

A goblin master snorted from his nose and said disdainfully.

They suddenly remembered that Dowey Jones seemed to have threatened them with Avada Kedavra when they were first captured.

He used Avada Kedavra to kill a dark wizard.

Everyone thought the dark wizard was dead.

As silent as a cicada.

But the result was that this dark wizard was not actually dead, he just passed out.

Now this lucky dark wizard becomes the leader of the other dark wizards.

He is responsible for the acceptance of labor reform results every day.

That is to say, reform through labor activists.

"This lunatic is playing with the Unforgivable Curse again. He will be punished by magic sooner or later."

Another goblin master said that in their eyes, it seemed that Dowey Jones was playing with the evil curse that was most likely to kill people among the three most terrifying unforgivable curses in the wizarding world. This was a normal thing.

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After realizing that Duwei Jones was not dead, they stopped talking to him.

Several goblin masters gathered together and began to discuss how they should transform the alchemical creations.

Sure enough, on the other side, Dowey Jones looked very peaceful after receiving the Unforgivable Curse from himself.

He is lying on the ground.

A rare moment of rest.

An hour, uh, fifty minutes later, to be precise, Dewey Jones woke up at exactly the right moment.

His eyes were not opened, but his hands were already touching his waist.

There is a flat hip flask there.

It's just that what's inside this flat flask now is not Polyjuice Potion.

He no longer needs Polyjuice Potion.

Du Wei let go of his hand, and his eyes were blank for less than a second.

But then, he climbed up from the hard ground energetically.

The skin where he hit the ground was already hidden under his clothes, showing a frightening blue-purple color.

But he didn't care about it.

Anyway, my whole body, including my brain, is in pain every day.

When pain becomes a daily routine, a little bit of rest becomes an unattainable sweetness.

He was in pain every day and didn't care about it anymore.

As long as you don't die for the time being, that's fine.

He stood up, picked up his wand, and pointed it at himself.

"Hello, Tom."

Du Wei said to himself.

Tom's temperament and temperament were also different in different periods. In his mind, he saw an ambitious Tom. He was not as sluggish as he is now. He seemed to have just left school and wanted to challenge everything. He was like

It is a locomotive full of ambition and desire, leading an era and rushing forward.

Sensing that a soul had entered his territory, he designed a very simple trap to kill people.

As a hunter, he wants to be in charge of everything.

This is what a good wizard wants to do, to always be young and always have a fighting spirit.

Of course, he is also very immature.

In the final three-party melee, no one succeeded.

But the effect Du Wei wanted came!

"I found you."

Du Wei said immediately.

He licked his lips and admitted that he was a little nervous - it was not a shame to admit his nervousness and weakness.

‘I am just a weak wretch’.

Du Wei often told himself this. He took out a piece of wood, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it.

After thinking carefully, he put the wood down again, pointed it at his mouth, and cast the magic spell [Stiff Tongue and Hard Mouth].

This is a curse, a way for dark wizards to shut up their noisy house elves, or other noisy fellows in the garden.

A person who is under this curse will have his lips and tongue stiffened.

I was speechless.

Now, Du Wei told himself to shut up.

He waved his wand at himself.

'Are you ready, Duwei?'

'Yes, Captain!'

He yelled at himself, and then waved his wand!

【Soul Splitting Technique】

It was at this moment that Du Wei felt the kind of severe pain that was completely unbearable.

His sweat flowed down from his body as if it were free of charge, as if there was an extremely hot blade on his head, cutting it from the head to his feet!

The pain that cannot be blocked, cannot be shielded, and cannot be avoided, is like the pain of cutting out the bones in the later stages, like the pain that makes people want to faint!

When the pain reaches a certain level, it will melt, the brain will forget, the brain will block, the brain will change the painful memories, and the brain will make people faint.

But Du Wei can't!

He is doing precise surgery!

He is dividing the soul.

He wants to taste this pain, he wants to feel the pain caused to him by Azkaban and Voldemort!

After determining the location of the soul fragment, he took action!

He wants to divide Voldemort's soul!

Unlike Harry Potter, Harry Potter's scar means that he and Voldemort have lived together for thirteen years. During these thirteen years, they have actually merged together.

There is me in you and you in me.

This can be seen from their magic wands.

Ollivander said.

"It is the wand that chooses its master, not the master who chooses the wand."

Brother's Wand, selected "Two Brothers".

The phoenix tail feathers chose a pair of brothers. Of course, from a soul point of view, Harry Potter and Voldemort are closer than real brothers.

Brothers are related by blood, but they are the souls of each other.

It’s a miracle that even the magic world can’t replicate!

Du Wei is different.

Duwei was a mistake!

He is performing a precise operation. He wants to use the soul division technique to separate the soul fragments deep in his soul from the depths of his soul. It is equivalent to holding a knife to remove foreign objects in his body.

Eliminate it.

Countless talented dark wizards have died at this step.

Even Du Wei's hands are trembling!

Because it hurts too much.

There is no blood, but the pain is more real than with blood.

"ah!!!!!"

Du Wei's spell was broken due to the severe pain, and he screamed like a lone wolf, but at the tip of his wand, a little green appeared!

His hands were shaking, his will was shrinking, and his brain was warning, but his soul was indeed divided!

"ah!!!!!"

Screaming again, Duwei waved his wand and drove the green color into Voldemort's body.

Then, amid the indescribable shocked looks in the goblin masters' eyes, Voldemort stood up. He seemed to be in disbelief, looking down at his hands, and then at Dowey Jones.

Dewey Jones looked at Voldemort, sweat covering his face, which looked reflective under the light.

He was as exhausted as a homeless man who was about to die. His cotton cloth was wet with sweat, and his hair became strands and stuck to his face.

He looked dying and about to die.

But no one dares to underestimate such a person.

Even the "resurrected" Voldemort.

"Honey."

Looking at the resurrected Voldemort, Duwei gasped and said in a breathless voice, "Welcome to the new life, my Mr. Tom, now you can call me mom.

I gave you a new life!"