Chapter 546： The last Horcrux

The onlookers saw the old man with white beard coming out suddenly, with strong hope in their eyes. They whispered in unison: "Dumbledore." The voices of thousands of people mixed together, like a muffled thunder, in Voldemort's ears. The side exploded.

He turned his head back abruptly, "Dumbledore?"

At this time, an invisible sharp blade drew towards Voldemort, the air was cut open, and the fiery snake split into two parts.

Voldemort turned his head and raised the snake stick. From the tip of the stick, lush snakewood branches condensed. These branches were entangled with each other into a sharp spear of amazing length. They went straight through the bright white flame, splashing countless sparks, and approaching Fei. Lix.

Felix flashed into the air like a fish, and was already standing on the ground when he reappeared. He was holding a dagger in his hand-it was a deformed ebony wand, and the front end of the dagger was a transparent blade extended by magic. The cutting curses flew swiftly towards Voldemort, turning it like a snake. Finely chop the branches.

"Principal Dumbledore?" Felix stopped, also showing a puzzled expression.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and walked calmly towards Voldemort: "You are destined to be disappointed today, Tom."

Voldemort returned with a cold smile: "Dumbledore, you don't know what I did and what I gained, and you want to preach to me?" He took two steps back and let Dumbledore and Felix be in his place at the same time. In the field of vision, he tilted his head and grinned: "Two fights one?"

Felix waved at him. "I'll take a break." He narrowed his silver-gray eyes and paced away.

Voldemort focused his attention on Dumbledore and raised his hand to release a deadly green light. Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, the stone on the ground turned into a golden shield, and there was a loud noise in the air, and the death curse was blocked. Up.

"Transfiguration," Voldemort said in disgust.

Bundy, the house elf in the crowd, nodded his head, "Unpleasant magic." Draco Malfoy glanced at him, but he subconsciously avoided a pair of fearsome eyes, and then it was his own. Shrinking and annoyed.

But the house elves didn't care at all. They stared at the battlefield and whispered: "I hate polymorphism, like brown candy."

"Of course I know what you did, Tom. You just committed a terrible murder and another innocent life died because of you." Dumbledore said, stepping closer to Voldemort. Phoenix Fox hovered above his head and uttered softly.

"You know? Then you should know who owns the wand in my hand. You are no longer my opponent, Dumbledore. Try this!"

Voldemort raised the snake stick and leaned back slightly, his magic power poured into the snake stick unscrupulously. He and the wand made a heart-pounding hiss at the same time, as if there were thousands of snakes roaring, and the surrounding environment was weirdly distorted. Get up, light and dark.

"Snakeman!" Harry yelled nervously in the crowd.

"What did he say?" Ron yelled, covering his ears. The onlookers were either like him, or used silent curses or shielding curses to resist, but this nauseous feeling was like a tarsus maggot lingering.

Fox flew over, let out a sharp chirping sound, and sang loudly. The discomfort disappeared.

People looked up one after another--

"Avadasuo Ming! (Snake Laoqiang The evil hoarse voice kept oscillating in the air, and countless solid ropes emerged from the snake stick. The speed was extremely fast, and the surrounding green light gathered to exude an air of unknown aura. A cloud of clouds filled Dumbledore's direction.

Dumbledore stopped suddenly, and the ground under his feet was undulating like waves, and the earth dragons surging on the ground, coiled into agglomerations that kept rising, like a fast-growing ancient tree. Then powerful vines extended from the top of the ancient tree, and they lashed towards Voldemort.

The ropes and green clouds along the way were swept away, and Felix's heart was relieved.

But Dumbledore was not easy either. Most of the soil vines broke off, fell hundreds of feet from the sky and shattered to pieces, like broken pillars, lifeless, but fortunately, the characteristic of polymorphism is that as long as the magic can keep up. , Can continue to maintain the deformation, these shattered pillars are reunited and formed under the control of Dumbledore.

Voldemort was unstoppable and disappeared in place.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The continuous offensive completely shattered the remaining twisted ropes and green clouds.

Dumbledore panted slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead were strangely flattened, and he was several years younger at once. The scene calmed down, and Voldemort looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. He had overestimated the old man, but Dumbledore's demonstrated strength once again broke his perception.

Didn't he use all his strength more than ten years ago?

Voldemort felt a strong humiliation, followed by fear. But then, his eyes froze, "Your hand!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, the wrinkles on his forehead disappeared a few more, and the change was even more obvious now, even Harry could see. "How did Principal Dumbledore's face become younger..." Ron whispered. Harry's heart lifted, and he intuitively thought it was abnormal.

Hermione's eyes widened and she made a short inhalation sound.

Felix was also shocked. Dumbledore's magic permanently changed the terrain, but such a powerful transformation technique...he suddenly remembered the "special method" used by Dumbledore to defeat Voldemort.

He stared at Dumbledore's stretched eyebrows, wondering what the price would be?

Voldemort didn't notice these subtle changes. His entire attention was focused on Dumbledore's dry, scorched hand, or to be precise, staring at the inconspicuous black gem ring on his hand.

His face suddenly distorted.

"Tom, you are too arrogant, thinking that no one can discover your secret." Dumbledore said quietly, waving the old magic wand, and the ground suddenly sank down, and Voldemort was sucked in by a strong suction. But he was still staring at the ring on Dumbledore's hand before he disappeared, his snake-like pupils trembling uncontrollably.

Horcrux, his Horcrux.

Dumbledore found it! He turned his head to look at Felix, Felix looked solemn.

The next second, Voldemort was pulled into the whirlpool.

In an instant, the battle seemed to be over. The scene was quiet for a few seconds--

"He's dead?" a wizard asked tremblingly.

"No." A voice said without thinking. The nearby wizards stared at the speaker. It was Harry, who was holding his forehead with a pained expression.

Voldemort's mood swings were so severe that he couldn't ignore it. There were pictures in Harry's mind. They were Voldemorts of different ages. They all had one characteristic in common, that is, they committed terrible murders without hesitation...

Then the scene changed abruptly: Voldemort, whose facial features were blurred and waxy, handed a diary to the blond young man, who only accepted it.

Voldemort, who failed to apply for a job, appeared in the responsive house, put a crown on the trash mountain, with a triumphant smile on his face;

A pale hand threw the black gem ring in the abandoned hut;

The Slytherin locket was thrown into the shining green liquid;

The baby-like hand stroked a giant python, and the cold voice called it "Nagini..."

And the familiar woman who appeared in her sight, excitedly holding up a gold cup, the reflection reflected from her pupils can confirm that this scene happened not long ago...

Dumbledore tried his best to control the magic. The earth continued to crack, thorns pierced one after another, and a terrifying muffled noise came from the tightening vortex. Then, Voldemort reappeared, looking slightly embarrassed, with ten marks on his face. A few holes.

The snake stick in his hand groaned softly, and the shining green light followed his pale hand to cover his whole body, and the wound on his face was healed. He glared at Dumbledore with a "hiss" sound in his mouth, and the feeling he had just appeared again, the snake stick trembling, as if there were thousands of snakes echoing him.

"A—Casali—Di S—"

"Be careful, Principal Dumbledore, he wants to curse in a snake-like voice—"

"Stop talking, Harry!" Dumbledore said loudly.

In the next second, Voldemort disappeared suddenly, and Harry found himself locked in a circle surrounded by a monster with red eyes.

The monster was like some kind of slimy glue, or a parasite, entangled with him so tightly that Harry didn't know which was his body, which was the monster's body, Harry was trapped inside. He fell into the swamp like Voldemort just now, sinking deeper and deeper, but he didn't have the ability to escape on his own.

The scar on his forehead was hurting with unprecedented intensity, and Harry felt that he was dying, which was not bad, at least it would be free from the pain. It's just that all this is not under his control, the monster spoke with his own mouth, so Harry had to feel his mouth open and close in extreme pain. Valley

The people outside were startled, "Invisible? Or did the Apparition escape?" The Auror of the Ministry of Magic looked around. Then Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted stiffly, his neck raised like a snake, his pupils I don't know when it becomes the vertical eye of a snake.

"Harry?" Sirius called.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore?" There was a hoarse voice from Harry's mouth, exactly like Voldemort.

The onlookers backed away in panic.

"What's the matter, that kid..."

"What disease did he commit?"

"No, that voice—"

There was a circle of people around, Dumbledore leaned down and looked at Harry with the same eyes as the snake. He said hastily: "Harry, cheer up, don't forget who you are!"

"Who am I?" "Harry"'s eyes suddenly became blood red, and his mouth made a hissing noise, "Of course I am the greatest Dark Lord in history—"

"Oh my God! That boy is possessed!"

Dumbledore took Harry's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "You are Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily, think about them, Harry, if they are still alive, they will be proud of you! Your friend in school, Harry! Remember your identity!"

Harry found himself trapped in the endless darkness, his consciousness blurred by the pain, he felt that he was falling continuously... Then he heard the blurred voice, it was Dumbledore, he was calling his name .

What is my name?

Harry's memory is a bit vague. Is he Tom Riddle or Harry Potter?

"Harry, cheer up!" Hermione said anxiously: "Think about Sirius, think about Remus, think about Hagrid..." She read out the names of the people Harry knew best, endlessly. In the darkness, Harry's consciousness became sober.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry muttered to himself. He raised his head and stared at the red-eyed monster holding him tightly. "You are Voldemort."

Outside, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Sirius, and Dumbledore surrounded Harry tightly and kept calling his name. Alimia Burns looked worried, but she turned her head and shouted, "All Aurors, separate the surroundings, stay vigilant, and the therapist is in place."

Bundy, the house elf, watched this scene. He seemed a little too calm when the others panicked. "It's a bit scary..." At this moment, a figure suddenly staggered and leaned towards him, Bundy indifferently. Lifting his head, he found that it was the young man who had wrapped himself tightly, showing only half of his thin chin.

"Student?" He muttered, snapped his fingers, and disappeared suddenly.

Draco Malfoy was shoved by the crowd and fell to the ground, seeing Harry's face twisted in pain through the mess, and his heart trembled. He was so scared that he couldn't get up at all, and couldn't imagine what kind of pain the man his age was suffering.

He saw Harry's mouth open and his eyes turned emerald green again.

"Get out of my head, Voldemort!"

Harry's roar spread far away, his fist hit the ground, the ground trembled strangely, and the pebbles on the ground jumped up.

"Hi... I am you, Harry Potter is our common name..."

"No--it's not--" Harry gritted his teeth, struggling to free himself from the red-eyed monster's arms a little bit.

"Get out—my—brain—"

He hammered the ground with punches and punches, and his arms made a huge roar like drumsticks, as if hitting people's hearts.

"Gosh, look at that boy, what did he do—"

"Unbelievable!"

"who is he?"

"It's effective. Continue to wake Harry. This is a contest of will." Felix stood behind the crowd, his eyes changing colors like a revolving lantern, star rings, silver, silver gray, fingertips condensed with strands of silver. Silk.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville yelled eagerly, all talking--

"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom, Harry, you taught me magic, remember?"

"Think about Ginny, Harry! Don't you want to see her?" Hermione called.

"Let's fly over half of England in the car together—" Ron was taken aback for a while, staring at Harry, and his words were uncomfortable. "Merlin's socks, you and Ginny? When did that happen? "

Finally, a cloud of black mist rushed out of Harry, Felix reached out his hand, but caught a hole, he threw a bunch of silver filaments out again, and a scream came from the black mist, far away The ground returned to Voldemort's body in the air.

His snake face was like wearing a mask, and at the same time it contained too many emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy...

He gave Felix a vicious look and disappeared without warning.

Felix didn't care about Voldemort's vicious eyes, and silently thought: "It seems to have some effect, but it's not obvious...Is the emotion I chose wrong? What would it be, Horcrux... Complete soul... Repent? Repent? !"

He originally wanted to try to see if emotions could have an effect on Voldemort, if it worked, he could study it in a targeted manner. But he suddenly had a new idea:

Horcrux is a way to split the soul and obtain immortality. Of course, the price is to endure the pain of splitting the soul, becoming less and less human-like, and the problem of soul instability that comes with it. Harry became a half-horcrux for this reason-when Voldemort was hit by a killing curse that bounced back at the Potter's house in Godric Valley, a shard of Voldemort's soul was also blown up, attaching to the only living in the collapsed house Soul.

Voldemort didn't even notice this process.

Of course, it's not that there is no way to make his soul complete again, Felix thought. According to the note on the book "The Secret of Cutting-edge Black Magic", "true confession" can return the divided soul to its original body, but the pain that comes with it is devastating.

It is estimated that Voldemort did not intend to try this approach. But he doesn't want to, other people can help.

The specific method is to arrest Voldemort, the one who wants to live without any ability to resist. Then desperately brainwashing, or creating feelings of repentance... But this method is no easier than killing Voldemort directly.

Harry lay on the ground out of breath and trembling with cold, then he found himself floating, lying on a stretcher, surrounded by footsteps, Harry wanted to say something, and then The sky was spinning around in my head.

He heard someone talking above his head, but he couldn't tell who it was. It could be Principal Dumbledore, or Professor Haipu, or Ron and Hermione. He opened his eyes, and his vision was blurred. A hand was stretched towards him, the glasses were hung on his ear, and the environment suddenly became clear.

Dumbledore's nose was close at hand, and as soon as he looked up he could see concerned blue eyes looking at him.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Very good." Harry said slightly embarrassed. "Drink him, kid, it will make you feel better." Harry raised his head, and it was Mr. Slughorn who was talking. He was holding a thumb-sized glass bottle in his hand and looked at himself with a complicated expression. , There is annoyance and admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you." Harry murmured and drank the potion.

He found himself lying in a makeshift tent with a school badge hanging on the wall. He stared at it for several times before realizing that it was not the school badge of Hogwarts—even though it was very similar, it was the school badge of Ifamoni. .

Harry suddenly realized that this was the tent of Headmaster Ifamoni. Thinking that the principal had been killed by Voldemort, he felt uncomfortable, so he hated Voldemort who did all this more and more. His consciousness became more and more blurred, a flash of light flashed in a trance, and he suddenly remembered the memory of Voldemort he had seen before.

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's arm and said bluntly: "Cup-Bellatte Hicks."

"What? Harry, what did you say?" Dumbledore lowered his head.

"Bellatrix! He handed the Gold Cup to Bellatrix Lestrange!" Harry shouted, then fainted completely.