Chapter 438

"Come on, hull!"

"No, I really have no strength."

"Mr. Salazar?"

"Well... I have no strength."

"Rosa?"

HEMA looked at the salted fish's group of three, looked at the ring, tore it directly with her soul, and was so frightened that the three stopped him immediately!

"What are you doing?"

"Destruction..."

"Let's do it." Slytherin was also embarrassed to look at HEMA. He wanted to tease him, so the ring still had a way.

The three dragged it out together, but the dark magic needed HEMA to block it, but the risk factor was high. Only one tool man could be found, but HEMA had to cut off the fragments of the soul breaker, so the heavy task was handed over to the tool man little guy.

"Whining! I don't want it! "

"It's all right. It's for the contribution of the world!"

"Whining!"

"Barbecue?"

"No."

"There's no barbecue." HEMA showed the eyes of a profiteer. The little guy was forced to fly to Slytherin, and then opened a halo. In fact, the halo is not omnipotent, so the little guy had to look at it from the side.

A stream of black smoke in the ring tore out like the roar of death. HEMA immediately pulled out the soul blade, and hutchpatch and Ravenclaw instantly played all their strength.

A purple black thunder and lightning hit Slytherin! The halo opened with a bang, black lightning scattered in the hood, and a huge crack slowly appeared!

"Sleeping trough, is it so strong?"

"What do you think!" Slytherin also widened his eyes. The little guy shook his tail, and finally the black lightning dispersed, and the light shield just broke.

"Hoo..."

"It can be cut off!" Ravenclaw also roared and woke HEMA up. Then he cut his sword on the fragment and splashed a purple light. HEMA found that it was double defense!

The little guy had no time to defend, but at the moment when he was about to stab into HEMA's body, a green shadow flashed and directly blocked the attack.

"Snake... Les?!" HEMA looked at the little snake falling on the ground and was stunned. Is this a snake monster? It really resurrected?!

With the blade and debris scattered, HEMA finally knelt down on the ground tired, and the little snake quickly threw a knife on Slytherin.

"Why can he resist this attack?"

"Because he has become stronger. Although it looks small, although the Basilisk is a monster, it can become a special powerful creature with appropriate cultivation."

"That's really grateful. Last time I hurt it, he protected me."

"No, it doesn't have any wisdom yet. It may attack you when it comes."

"Well..."

"Then your business is settled. Do you want to compete with me?"

"No, no, I withdraw!"

"Take your Horcrux shell, these are also treasures!"

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A few days later, HEMA came to the bottom again. This time he didn't bring any Horcruxes. After all, Nagini couldn't get them at all, so he got Harry, because Harry was the point.

Of course, in order not to scare each other, with Dumbledore's consent, HEMA knocked Harry out. It happened to be Sunday, and Harry had nothing to do and didn't look for him.

"Er... The child's soul and soul fragments are bound. How can I do it? I'll die!"

"Is there really no way?"

"It's really not, but you can bet. Are you willing, or is he willing, so you'd better ask hello."

"I see. What are the chances of survival if it is stripped directly?"

"About 10%."

"I see. That's it." With that, HEMA sighed and took Harry away from the chamber of secrets, and Slytherin sighed too.

The little snake slowly slid to his neck and opened his mouth. "I think it will be lower. You deceived him."

"But it's better. At least there's a little hope, but I can think of other ways. How about him being your master in the future?"

"Not qualified."

"You're really strict. Take your time."

At this time, HEMA came to the principal's office with Harry in her arms. Professor McGonagall was also inside. She was frightened and ran over quickly.

"What's the matter?"

HEMA explained to Professor McGonagall a little. Dumbledore also came over. A spell woke Harry up.

"Hoo... What did I just do? This is the principal's office, HEMA? Headmaster Dumbledore?! Professor McGonagall, am I dreaming? "

"No, no, we just brought you here while you were sleeping. We have something important to discuss with you about Voldemort's Horcrux."

"Yes, professor." Harry became serious immediately because he also knew the importance of Horcruxes, but the eyes of Herma and Dumbledore were a little strange.

"We found that although Voldemort created only six Horcruxes, he inadvertently created the seventh Horcrux. Do you know what it is?"

"Professor, what are you talking about?"

"Is that the Horcrux will contact Voldemort, and you don't see those pictures..."

"I didn't touch Voldemort at all... That's it!" Harry was so clever that he understood in an instant and touched the scar on his forehead.

"Yes, although your mother protected you and rebounded Voldemort's killing spell, part of his soul inadvertently stayed on you."

"So this is what Voldemort can see inadvertently. Has he found me?"

"No, no, not yet, but over time, it will be like this, so you should be extra careful, or he will find and kill you!"

"HEMA, do you have any way to help me get rid of this?"

"That's why I brought you here. We have destroyed four Horcruxes without Voldemort's feeling, but you are different. Your soul has been completely mixed with soul fragments. There is no way to separate directly. Failure is death."

"But if I were a Horcrux, I would say that I would not die, then Voldemort would not die completely, would occupy my body and resurrect?"

"Yes." Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly, Professor McGonagall next to him sighed, and HEMA pursed her lower lip and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll bet!"

"Hey?" HEMA didn't expect Harry to be so decisive. Although she knew you were brave, you weren't so brave!

"If I exist, more people will die. I have to pay something, and I don't necessarily die, do I?"

"But it's only 10% possible. I advise you to think about it. We're not asking you to do it right away and take your time."

"Well, I'll think." Harry frowned, too.

In a house on the other side, a figure sat on a higher seat and woke up suddenly. Several people below also hurriedly knelt down.

"What can I do for you, my lord?"

"No, by the way, I'm still worried recently. I want you to find some people to see mine... Forget it, wait a minute."

Voldemort wanted these people to help him get the soul returning device. Recently, he always had a bad feeling, but these people are peripheral and don't deserve much trust.

The fanatical guys are all in Azkaban. It seems that we have to liberate here before we can implement the plan well!

"Greyback!"

"Yes, what's the matter, Lord Dark Lord."

"Find a way to get our people out of Azkaban,"

"This..."

"Don't worry, it won't be too difficult. Tell the top blood that they will help us!" Voldemort raised his hand and determined that the top blood absolutely needed his existence.

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, how's HEMA?"

"He hasn't found a chance yet. His strength is not a simple spell, but the power of the soul. The top blood has told us not to go..."

"You are my men, death eaters, under the command of the Dark Lord. Can a little guy scare you off? The so-called soul is false... Go, go again. In addition, he has gone in and will not be exposed? "

"No, don't worry. We'll just wait."

"Let him find a chance, maybe he can kill two birds with one stone."

"I see."