The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Now, let's duel..."

"[Heart-cutting out the bones]"

Severe pain occupied all his senses. Harry's eyes rolled crazily in his head. He could no longer spare any extra energy to think about how to escape. He fell to the ground in an instant, and his throat let out an uncontrollable scream that he had never heard before in his life. Scream.

As if the dagger was red-hot in the fire, it pierced every inch of his skin, gouging out pieces of shapeless flesh, and then scraped the bones bit by bit with the sharp edge.

The pain lasted for who knows how long. Just as Harry's consciousness gradually became blurred, everything stopped. Harry turned over and climbed up, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"pause……"

Voldemort is like a hunting python. His thick snake body has been wrapped around the prey, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing to let him breathe, both for teasing and for better torture.

"Rest for a while...it hurts, Harry. Do you want me to come again a few more times, or do you want it to end like this?"

Harry did not answer, and sighed slightly in his heart. Until now, he had not figured out how to draw the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters away from him, so as to buy himself enough time to summon the trophy and activate the portkey.

His fingers gently brushed the holly wood wand. No matter what, try it and die...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a shiny object not far away. It seemed that his legs were too weak to stand still. He staggered a few steps and almost hit a wall of Death Eaters.

A mist had arisen in the cemetery late at night. Voldemort's sinister eyes penetrated the mist, revealing a scarlet glimmer, and the wilderness echoed with the laughter of many Death Eaters. It seems that no matter how long or whenever they see someone being tortured, they get pleasure from it.

Loren had no intention of interfering.

He silently hid in the hiding place made of stone carvings and weeds. His sense of prying eyes came out from the narrow gaps. While searching for traces of Dumbledore's presence around him, he was still recalling Voldemort's speech just now in his mind. .

Voldemort claimed that on that night thirteen years ago, Lily Potter sacrificed her life to use ancient magic, leaving a long-term protective power in Harry's body. As the target of ancient magic, Voldemort has never been able to touch Harry. Hurt Harry.

So Voldemort used Harry's blood as material to reshape his flesh and blood body. The ancient magical power of protection left by Lily Potter also existed in his new body. The same blood allowed him to touch Harry again. , hurt Harry.

But in fact, the talisman of protection forged by Lily Potter with her life still exists, and even exists in two states...

The vague guess made Loren's lips curl into a playful smile. From this point of view, Voldemort's plan not only failed to make him stronger, but instead dug a deep hole for him.

Loren's eyes flickered. According to the pictures he found from his long memory, the two twin wands were the key to this duel.

One is made of holly and the other is made of yew, and their cores come from the tail feathers of the same phoenix.

"Perhaps you are tired and desperate from our duel. Do you want me to end it now, Harry? I will give you a painless relief, soon..."

Seeing that his limbs no longer trembled and he tightened his grip on the wand again, Voldemort raised the wand, but this time Harry was already prepared and used the spell he was most familiar with as if instinctively.

"【Avada Kedavra】"

"[Expelliarmus]"

A strong crimson light burst out from Harry's wand, instantly hitting the oncoming green light. The two magic spells met in the air and almost immediately infected each other into a dazzling golden light, and the explosive magic was exchanged. There was turmoil everywhere.

In another dimension that neither the naked eye nor the sense of magic can detect, two wonderful connections connect the souls and bodies of the two people, tightly intertwined, as if they are an inseparable part of each other.

Harry clenched the magic in his hand tightly, and it vibrated violently as if electrified, ready to fall out at any moment. Opposite him, Voldemort's pale and slender fingers were also tightly holding a trembling wand.

The instinct of the wand core overwhelmed the two people's will at this moment, and the majestic magic power in the two people's bodies tilted out uncontrollably, as if they wanted to use all their strength to decide the winner in this confrontation of magic spells, making them Even if you want to withdraw, you can't.

The two wands were connected together by a flickering golden thread, and then hundreds of arcs of light burst out from the middle. Lightning-like dazzling brilliance intertwined and gathered around them, forming a domed golden network of light. Trapping Harry and Voldemort in it, keeping the Death Eaters out.

Harry clutched the wand tightly with both hands. The influence of the Cruciatus Curse had not completely faded away. Every muscle, every blood vessel, and every bone in his body was trembling with residual pain. His sluggish head only had one thought. He tried his best to squeeze out the power hidden in every part of his body to compete with Voldemort's power.

The pressure and pain made his brain move slower and slower. In this stalemate, Harry felt some kind of illusion, as if his wand was absorbing something and becoming stronger.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the surrounding light network, and a lightning-like instant spread to every light filament. A vague and beautiful music sounded in the air, the sound was crisp and slender, and the lingering lingering sound was the song of the Phoenix. .

Accompanied by the phoenix song that represents hope, Voldemort's wand suddenly trembled like a scream, and streams of gray smoke emerged from his wand. The gray smoke separated from the wand and condensed together in the shield surrounded by the light network. The first gray smoke that emerged turned into a severed hand and dissipated, and the gray smoke behind condensed into shadows of entities, first the head, then the chest and limbs...

Seeing the appearance of this person, Voldemort inside the light net and little Barty outside showed horrified expressions at the same time!

Barty Crouch, he was still wearing the neat suit that he had still worn on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, and his meticulously combed short gray hair was a little messy because of exhaustion.

"Hold on, Harry." His voice came from a very far away place, with a bumpy echo. He glanced outside the aperture, tears looming, but his tone remained calm, "Hold on, don't let go!"

A lame old man with an old face that Harry had only seen in his dreams appeared. If the residents of Little Hangleton were here, they would definitely exclaim, it was the concierge Frank who died tragically at Riddle House for unknown reasons!

He looked at Voldemort with his eyes, and there was worry in his slightly trembling voice: "So, he is really a wizard? This guy wants my life, you fight him, kid..."

It looked like Harry had help.

Loren was thinking, and he noticed that the soul squeezed out of Voldemort's wand was completely different from the ghost. The emotions were more stable than the ghost, and even preserved the memory after death. Judging from the performance of the two people leaving the wand, it was stored in the wand. He can also perceive things around him.

According to his understanding of the magical world, there are two places for intelligent creatures to go after death. Those who are attached to the human world can be transformed into ghosts through the magic power in their bodies, and those who face death bravely will go to the world of death through a trance. At least he has never heard of it. The souls of the dead are trapped in the wand.

The soul that appears now is like the mark left on Voldemort by the deceased, the reflection of his soul.

Loren carefully observed the process of the gray smoke transforming into a soul. He speculated that this process of making the mark of the deceased appear as a soul may be the product of multiple coincidences. For example, the bodies and souls of two people have a unique connection. For example, the two people have a unique connection. The core of human wands are all Fox's tail feathers, and the phoenix has the ability to rebirth from nirvana...

More gray smoke emerged from Voldemort's wand, turning into individual figures amidst the ethereal singing of the phoenix and the trembling of the golden light network. Some of them were unshaven and haggard, and some were covered with rough wolf fur. The fangs and claws are still shining coldly...

The souls of those killed by Voldemort walked around the two of them, and the voices encouraging Harry came together, like the distant and quiet singing of a church choir, making Harry feel that infinite power was flowing into his body.

The voice cursing Voldemort also made him grit his teeth and turn pale.

A figure emerged from the yew branches. The young woman had green eyes and long crimson hair hanging on her shoulders. Seeing her floating figure, Harry's shoulders trembled. The same green eyes Tears came out.

"Your dad is here too..." Lily Potter said softly, "He wants to see you, it will be fine, Harry..."

The soul of James Potter is a tall man with disheveled hair, smiling and calm: "After the connection is disconnected, we can only buy you a short time. You must get the door key. Do you understand, ha?" profit?"

"clear."

The light network trembled violently, and as the stream of light dissipated, the song of the phoenix disappeared instantly. Silence returned to the wilderness cemetery. The souls of many deceased people densely obscured the vision. The spells of Voldemort and the Death Eaters had no effect on them. Because they are already dead and cannot die again.

"[The trophy is flying]"

Harry grabbed the trophy flying in the air and felt his navel being tickled. He was instantly swept away by an invisible space whirlwind and disappeared into the cemetery of Little Hangleton.

While the Death Eaters were surrounded by souls, Barty Crouch stood in front of his son, looking relaxed as he had never felt since he graduated from Hogwarts and entered the Ministry of Magic: "I see When it comes to your mother, she doesn’t blame you, she wants me to tell you that she loves you..."

Little Barty had a cold face, and even looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.

"I don't blame you either, I love you too."

Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned for a moment. Before he could answer, Barty Crouch's already translucent body became mist again. The cool evening breeze blew, and apart from a tattered physical corpse still remaining in the venue, there was no trace of Barty Crouch in the world.

Snape seemed to see those eyes again in a daze, and smiled at him, and the next moment it disappeared in the dew of the summer night. He stood there stiffly, like a tombstone standing in a cemetery that had not had time to be engraved, with a two-winged angel holding a scythe behind him.

Without the magic power of the phoenix to maintain, the figures of the souls became lighter and lighter, starting from the lower body and gradually becoming transparent. However, their mission had been completed, with free and easy smiles on their faces.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Lucius Malfoy stood beside Voldemort with a slight bow and asked cautiously.

Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that such a twisted snake face could have multiple emotions such as anger, fear, and resentment at the same time. The expressions were clear or even unaffected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He quickly ran through what happened during the duel in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

Why does he feel connected to Potter?

Why did both of their wands undergo unexpected changes?

Is all this protection set up by Dumbledore on Harry Potter, or...

Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, and then slowly narrowed them into a slit. Scarlet cold light seeped out from the slit and focused on Snape on the right. He said calmly and softly: "Harry Potter will definitely go back." Will report everything to Dumbledore, he will be there soon, get out of this place as soon as possible."

"I have a manor nearby." Lucius said smoothly.

"separate!"

"What?"

"I want you to act separately and not expose my whereabouts or the news of my return for the time being."

"this……"

Lucius wanted to say something more, but Voldemort's cold gaze made his heart tremble, and he retracted his unnecessary questions.

"Don't worry, friends, we have plenty of time..." Voldemort said softly, "In the thirteen years I lost, many interesting things happened, and the people who once resisted us regained some strength. Now they have sensitive ears. August is trapped in Azkaban, and acting rashly will only cost us more friends."

"You are right, Master."

"McNeil."

"I'm here, Master..."

A Death Eater named Walton McNeil stood up. He had a large frame but no flesh on his face, and his whole face looked fierce and mean.

In fact, the same is true of his job. He is an executioner with bloody hands, responsible for executing guilty magical animals in the Ministry of Magic. He loves to use an ax to chop off the heads of ferocious animals in front of horrified eyes.

"Contact Greyback and ask him to come back. It's time to recall our loyal servants...the dementors confined in Azkaban, the expelled giants, and those appalling dark creatures..."

"I'll do it immediately." McNeil's figure flashed and disappeared.

"Bellatrix, Barty... explore the situation in Azkaban, our friends are still waiting..."

"Lucius, try to win over the current senior officials of the Ministry of Magic..."

"..."

The Death Eaters who received the order left one by one, and in the end, only Snape was left standing there quietly, wandering around all night as if he was back to the beginning, leaving him alone to face Voldemort. .

"Severus..." Voldemort took two steps and stopped in front of him. His dark snake eyes looked back and forth on him and said softly, "You should know that I don't completely trust you..."