Chapter 1030

"Kill Harry..."

Listening to Voldemort's voice coming out of Harry's mouth made everyone's heart sink.

Voldemort has found a way to control Harry, even to occupy Harry's body completely.

It made Harry feel a little sad. The intense pain stimulated his nerves. However, he couldn't control his body at all. Even when he looked at Dumbledore's face, he felt a cold chill.

He wants to kill Dumbledore, or be killed by Dumbledore

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, as if trying to break free of Voldemort's control, but it didn't work out for him

"Don't give up, Harry!" "We're not going to give up on you, so don't give up on yourself."

"You think Can he fight me? "

"If not, why would you lose your own body to be a poor parasite?" Vaseline looked at Harry's shrinking pupils. "You won't win, as it was 15 years ago. You're still a loser, Tom!"

"Come on, kill me, it's here!" Voldemort gave a smile, which was distorted in Harry's face.

"Do you think we can't deal with you?" Vaseline looked at Harry with a somber face, or rather Voldemort emerging from Harry's pupils.

"I think you are wrong, Voldemort Fanlin said, raised his left hand, a ruby ring in the magic of the agitation, emitting a strange red awn.

"What is this?"

"Soul ring," said Fanling, "from vampire, your new companion Tom

Said Fanling, and immediately put the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

The next second, a heartrending roar broke out of Harry's voice. Van Lin couldn't tell whose voice it was?

Harry, or Voldemort?

At least, the soul ring has the effect he wants, which is the only way for Fanlin to target the soul. He asked the vampire for the correct usage of the soul ring to control people's consciousness. With the help of van Lin, Voldemort's consciousness was driven out.

I have to admit, this process is very painful, but very few

Harry could not help but give up, similar to tearing his whole person apart. Little by little, a force different from Voldemort invaded his soul with blood.

The next second, it was like a fragile roll of paper, and with the sound of Sila, the snake that was tightly entwined with him was pulled off, and then, as if the pain had disappeared; Harry's face was down, and his glasses were gone. He was shaking violently, as if he were lying on ice instead of wood.

Then there was a sound in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw the glasses on the heels of the headless bodyguard, while the headless statue lay still on the ground.

He put on his glasses and looked up to see Dumbledore's eagle's snout a few inches away from his nose. And van Lin also looked at him pale, sweat drop by drop from van Lin's forehead.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yes," said Harry, shaking so violently that he couldn't lift his head properly. "Yes, I am Where is Voldemort? Where is it Have you been driven away by Van Lin Who are they What is it... "

The hall was full of people; the floor was ablaze with dark green flames; witches and witches were walking around the room. When Dumbledore pulls Harry and van Lin up, Harry sees the stunned Cornell fudge next to the statues of goblins and house elves.

"There he is!" Exclaimed a man in a scarlet robe and a ponytail. He pointed to a pile of golden debris on the other side of the room where Bellatrix had just been trapped.

"I see him, Mr. fudge. I swear he's a mystery man. He's holding a woman and the phantom's shifting!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I see him too!" Murmured fudge, in his pajamas, panting as if he had just run a few miles.

"My God - it's here - here! ——In the Ministry of magic! ——My God - it seems impossible - my God - how could such a thing happen? "

"If you go down to the Department of mysteries downstairs, Connelly," said Dumbledore, apparently pleased that Harry wasn't hurt. He came forward, so those who trusted were aware that he was here (some raised their wands; others were just surprised; statues of goblins and house elves clapped; fudge jumped up in surprise, and his slippers fell to the ground) - "you'll find several fugitive Death Eaters trapped in the chamber of death, helped by the magic spell" anti mirage. " Waiting for you to fall. "

"Dumbledore!" "You're here - I - I -" said Fudge, gasping and surprised. He looked around at the Aurors he had brought. It was obvious that he wanted to shout, "get him!""Cornell, I'm ready to fight your men - and win again!" Dumbledore said in a thunderous voice, "but you saw with your own eyes a few minutes ago what I've been telling you for a year. Voldemort is back. You've been chasing the wrong person for 12 months. Now it's time for you to be more rational

"I don't - all right," growled fudge, who looked around as if hoping someone would step up and tell him what to do. When no one came forward, he said, "great - Dennis! Williamson! Go to the Department of mystery. Dumbledore, you - you have to tell me in detail - the fountain of the magic Brothers - what's going on here

He added a whimper to his voice, staring at the remaining statues of witches, witches and centaurs on the ground.

"We can talk about it after I send Harry and vaseline back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"The two of them?" Fudge turns and stares at Harry, who is still standing against the wall, protecting Dumbledore's statue while fighting Voldemort.

"Why are they here?" Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

"Why - what's going on here?"

"After Harry's return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore repeated, "I'll explain everything."

He left the pool and came to the place where the wizard's head was. He pointed his wand at it and read, "key to the door."

The hair glowed blue and shook noisily on the floor for a while, then calmed down again.

"Look here, Dumbledore!" As Dumbledore approached Harry with the head, Fudge said, "you don't have the right to use that key! You can't do this in front of the Minister of magic, you -- "

Dumbledore's voice faltered as he looked at him disdainfully through his half moon glasses. "You have to order that Dorothy Jane Umbridge and your special operations team be expelled from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "And you have to order your Auror to stop chasing my conservation wonder biology teacher, get him back to work, and cancel the wanted names for me and Fanlin, and I'll give it to you tonight --" Dumbledore took a twelve fingered finger out of his pocket Needle watch. Have a look. "- half an hour, during which I think we can look at what's going on here. After that, I'm going back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, you are welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. I can be found by writing "headmaster" on the address of the letter

Fudge's eyes widened more roundly; his mouth was open, and his round face was pink under his messy hair.

"I-You --"

Dumbledore stayed over and looked at Harry. "You two, take the key to the door." He took out the golden head and said in an unquestionable voice.

In fact, Vaseline also wanted to see how Dumbledore dealt with the Ministry of magic, but using the sacred vessels of vampires as a non vampire was a great test for both magic and spirit.

At least he just wants to lie down now, and Harry is not much better. After all, he has just experienced the pain of tearing his soul apart, which is weak enough for anyone for a while.

Vaseline and Harry put their hands over it, not caring what they were going to do next or where to go back.

"I'll see you in half an hour," Dumbledore said softly, "one, two, three."

Without the slightest resistance, Harry felt familiar again - a hook hooked to his navel and jerked him forward. The bright wooden floor disappeared under his feet; the hall, fudge and Dumbledore all disappeared, and he flew forward in a colorful whirlwind.

Harry's feet touched the ground, his knees bent slightly and the gold wizard's head fell to the ground. He walked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office. Everything had been restored when the headmaster was away. The exquisite silver instrument was put back on the table with drooping legs, spinning quietly in the smoke. The portraits of the headmasters dozed in the picture frame, and their heads either hung back on the armchair or leaned against the edge of the picture frame. Harry looked out of the window, and there was a green line in the distance: Dawn was coming.

Quiet, only the occasional snoring of the portraits in their sleep breaks the silence, which is unbearable for him. If the environment can emit his inner feelings, the portraits should scream in pain. He wandered through the quiet, beautiful office, breathing desperately, trying to think nothing.

But helpless, he must be responsible for his own behavior.

He was arrogant and thought his judgment was right. Then he was kidnapped to the Ministry of magic to help Voldemort get some crystal ball. If van Lin didn't appear there, what would he do?

Got what Voldemort wanted, and Malfoy took it to Voldemort's nest?

Even Dumbledore couldn't have saved him from where. What's more, Voldemort would have kept him?

Voldemort couldn't wait to kill him before, and all this, if not"You..."

"What do you want to know?" Harry asked Fanlin said wearily, not long after he escaped from the underground street, he ran to the Ministry of magic to rescue Harry.

It has to be admitted that they delayed too long and nearly buried Harry. If Dumbledore didn't appear at the critical moment, the Avada curse would have killed him or one of Harry.

This is the inevitable result. Although they hurt Voldemort, it is also because Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand are twins, but even so, Harry still can't stop Voldemort for too long, even his magic.

Voldemort fought against both of them at the same time, and then when he launched the Sorcerer's stone with all his strength, he only hurt Voldemort's skin, and could not even bring him any deeper damage.

This is different from van Lin's idea. He thought he could do better, but now it seems that

It seems that the conversation between the two startled them, or when they arrived, they had already woken up.

This group of old guys like to do this, hiding in the dark to observe, when they come to a conclusion, these old guys are jumping out to express their views.

Phineas had a long yawn. When he saw Harry, he opened his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"What brought you so early? And you, Al, I remember you've been fired from Hogwarts Phoenias said, "is this room private to anyone except the right headmaster, or did Dumbledore send you? Oh, don't tell me... " "Another message about my useless grandson?"

"Sirius is not a useless offspring." Harry is a little angry, and he still can't tolerate others slandering Sirius, be it Bellatrix or Phineas.

As a matter of fact, Sirius and the Black family are really not very good at it.

"Oh? But I think so. " Phineas.

"Oh, of course, you'll be happy, but Sirius, if you may, won't be here."

"Well, Phineas, I hope that means," said a fat red nosed sorcerer on the headmaster's desk. "Dumbledore will be back among us soon?" Harry turned and the wizard looked at him with interest.

Harry nodded. He looked at Van Lin, and the principal's participation had obviously damaged their conversation.

"Great," said the wizard. "He's not boring. He's actually very boring." He sat in a king's chair and looked at Harry with a kind smile. "Dumbledore thinks highly of you, I think you know," he said comfortably, "yes, he respects you very much."

The huge guilt in Harry's chest is now creeping like a parasite. He is no longer himself. Today's events, although there are no accidents, are always injured, and he has betrayed Dumbledore's trust. He is so stupid that he runs into Voldemort's trap Never had a feeling to capture his body and mind more deeply, never so strongly hope that he is better someone else, any other person The empty fireplace suddenly flashed a green flame, and Harry quickly left his seat, staring at the man in the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure came out, and the sorcerers (portraits) on the walls around him immediately woke up, many of them warmly welcomed him.

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