Chapter 205：

"You just said that you want that person to kill Harry." Hermione looked at Ye Ting suspiciously, "Why is this?"

Furong also cast a curious look at the right time.

They didn't think Ye Ting had an antagonism with Harry. Although Harry did like one of Ye Ting's girlfriends, Zhang Qiu, Ye Ting had never been interested in them at all for such an incompetent opponent.

They felt that Ye Ting must have a deeper reason.

So Ye Ting finally began to solve their puzzles.

"Do you know Horcrux?" he asked.

Fleur shook her head blankly, but Hermione tried hard to remember.

"I remember... I saw this word in a black magic profile in the restricted book zone." Hermione frowned, thinking, "The book says, this is... this is a very evil thing." , Very evil, that refers to an object that hides part of a person’s soul."

"But, how do human souls hide in objects?" Furong pointed out doubtfully, "is it similar to becoming a ghost?"

"No, it's not a ghost." Hermione shook her head. "The Horcrux means that you split your soul and hide part of it in an object outside of your body...then...then..."

"Then, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you can't die because there is still a part of your soul left in the world, unharmed." Ye Ting added.

Furong cast an admiring look at the two of them, and she had to admit that compared to the two knowledgeable people in front of her, she was far from the best student of Busbarton.

"However, few people want to be like that, less and less. It's easier to die." Ye Ting sighed and shook his head. "Remember the Dark Lord on the back of Professor Quirrell's head in the first grade? And the one you just saw. That baby-like thing, trust me, no one wants to fall into that state except that lunatic."

"You mean, Voldemort survived and resurrected by splitting his soul and making Horcrux?" The two girls suddenly realized.

"In other words, that diary is one of the Horcruxes!" Hermione suddenly woke up.

"Yes." Ye Ting nodded.

In fact, this is Voldemort's greatest secret, except for Ye Ting, only Dumbledore used to know.

Because Horcrux is the basis of Voldemort's survival, once the secret is known, he will do his best to eradicate all insiders. For safety reasons, Dumbledore did not disclose this news to anyone.

At this time, a few more people knew about it.

"So, is there any connection between Horcrux and asking Voldemort to kill Harry?" The two girls still didn't understand.

"Be patient." Ye Ting continued to explain, "You must understand that the soul should remain intact. To split it is a violation and anti-natural. And through the evil behavior-the most evil behavior, through the murder society To split the soul, sorcerers who want to make Horcrux use this destruction to seal up the split soul fragments."

But the girls still didn't understand what it had to do with Harry.

"Do you know?" Ye Ting continued, "The Dark Lord is Slytherin's heir, but Harry is also a snakelike voice, and he will often dream of the Dark Lord. His lightning scars will be caused by the Dark Lord. The power and pain... the Dark Lord died of a death curse that Harry bounced back."

"Should...Is Harry also the Dark Lord's Horcrux!?" Hermione suddenly put forward a bold hypothesis, "The Dark Lord's soul fragment is with Harry, so...that's why he owns the Dark Lord's She speaks like a snake, and has a certain connection with the Dark Lord."

"You guessed it." Ye Ting snapped his fingers.

"So, you want the Dark Lord to kill Harry, which is equivalent to destroying one of his own Horcruxes." With Ye Ting's approval, Hermione's analysis became smoother, "Even...due to the existence of soul fragments, Harry will not really die. After all, you said that the Killing Curse...The Killing Curse directly affects the soul! With the soul fragments of the Dark Lord as a barrier, Harry will survive!"

"That's right," Ye Ting nodded and added, "In addition, Harry's mother's protective magic for Harry will actually last until he reaches adulthood-as long as he considers the home of a blood relative of his mother. My own home-before this protection magic expires, the Dark Lord’s killing curse will not hurt Harry, but last year I managed to get Sirius Black to redress his grievances. Although Dumbledore tried his best to stop it, it was finally driven by me. , Harry lived in his godfather's house, that is to say, the protection magic is no longer valid, and Voldemort can actually hurt Harry."

Now, everything was clear. The two girls looked at Ye Ting with awe and admiration. The man in front of him was nothing short of a plan. He started planning for this as early as a year ago, even though they didn’t. They figured out how Ye Ting calculated today's situation, but they knew that Voldemort was obviously going to suffer the consequences today: he would become one of his murderers.

If Voldemort knew all this, he would vomit blood with anger.

At this time, their eyes relaxed a lot when they looked at Voldemort.

And now, surrounded by Death Eaters, Voldemort began to play cat and mouse games.

"I think you have seen how stupid it is to think that this boy is better than me," Voldemort said, "but I want to completely eliminate the misunderstanding in everyone's mind. Harry? Potter escaped from me by a fluke. .Now I’m going to kill him to prove my strength, right here and now, in front of you, there is no Dumbledore to protect him, nor his mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him. Chances are, he can fight with me so that you won’t doubt who is stronger. Put him down, Wormtail, and return his wand to him."

Peter approached Harry, and Harry tried desperately to reach the ground with his feet so as to support his body before the rope was untied. Wormtail lifted the silver hand on Xin'an, took out the rag stuffed in Harry's mouth, and waved his hand to cut the rope that tied Harry to the tombstone, and rudely stuffed Harry's wand into his hand.

"Have you learned to fight, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes shining in the dark.

Hearing this, Harry remembered that he had participated in a short duel club two years ago. It seemed like something in his previous life... He only learned the disarming spell like "Weapon except you"... But even if he What's the use of being able to take Voldemort's wand away?

Surrounded by Death Eaters, his ratio was at least thirty to one.

He has not learned anything useful here. Voldemort was right, no mother came to rescue him this time... he had no protection at all.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said and leaned back, but his snake face kept looking at Harry. "Come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must hope you behave well. Grace... Bow to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipsless mouth smiled. Harry didn't bend down, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before killing him... he wouldn't let him succeed...

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand-Harry felt his spine bend, as if an invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly. The Death Eaters laughed harder.

"Very good," Voldemort said softly, raising his wand, and the pressure on Harry's back disappeared. "Now you look at me, like a man... with your head up and your chest tall, just like when your father died..."

"Now—we are fighting."

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Under the watchful eyes of the Death Eaters and Ye Ting, Voldemort and Harry's duel began.

No, it was not so much a duel as it was a one-sided torture.

Voldemort raised his wand. Before Harry had time to defend himself, before he even had time to move, he was hit by the Heartbreaking Curse.

Severe pain occupies everything. He doesn't know where he is... Every inch of his skin is pricked with a white-hot knife, and his head must be cracking with pain. He screamed screaming, he had never made such a screaming scream in his life--

Fleur lowered her head and Hermione closed her eyes, but the Death Eaters were excited.

Then it stopped, and Harry rolled over and got up, shaking uncontrollably like Peter had just cut off his hand. He staggered into a wall of Death Eaters, and they pushed him back to Voldemort.

"Pause," Voldemort said, and his two slit nostrils widened with excitement. "Resting for a while...it hurts, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer, he would die like his mother. Those cruel red eyes are telling him this... he will be killed, and he has nothing to do about it... but he won't give in, he won't listen to Voldemort's mercy... he won't beg for mercy...

"I ask if you want me to do it again," Voldemort said softly, "answer me! Out of my soul!"

Suddenly, Harry felt that there was no thought in his mind. This was the third time in his life that he felt this way... How happy, without thinking, he seemed to be floating, dreaming... Say "Don't"... Let's... ...Say "don't"...

I don’t say, there is a stronger voice deep in his mind saying, I don’t answer...

Say "don't"...

I will not say, never say...

Say "don't"

"I will not say!"

These words burst out of Harry’s mouth and echoed over the cemetery, and the dreamy state suddenly disappeared, as if being poured with a basin of cold water — all the pain left by the heart-drilling curse on his body came back again— —He realized again where he was and what was in front of him...

Although Harry himself was very weak and looked down upon Ye Ting, Ye Ting also had to admit that Harry's ability to defeat Voldemort in the original work proved that he still had some merits.