Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 246

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The curse hit Harry in the chest.

“boom!!!”

The secret room filled with thick water vapor looked like a foggy valley.

The light of the spell diffused in the water vapor, as beautiful as a nebula.

“ah!”

Voldemort did not hear Harry’s screams. In fact, the sounds came from him. The moment it hit Harry, he seemed to have hit himself as well. The fatal pain tore apart his soul and caused his body to fly backwards like a rag.

“Crack!”

He fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment and passed out as if dead.

Cyrus didn’t react much. Although he also had Voldemort’s soul, those soul fragments had been completely devoured and digested by him, and they had no effect for a long time.

Through the fog, he glanced at Harry.

This boy seemed to be sleeping peacefully. The Resurrection Stone slipped from his palm, and it was glowing slightly.

Then, Cyrus looked at Voldemort again.

This guy’s soul was connected to Harry, and the spell he tried to kill Harry also killed his own soul!

Voldemort must be very weak now.

But Cyrus also knew that compared to the original Voldemort whose soul was incomplete, the current Voldemort’s soul was much fuller. His weak state will not last long, and he will probably wake up soon.

To kill him, now is the best time!

But Cyrus did not take steps toward Voldemort.

In fact, he walked to Harry’s side, squatted down, stretched out his hand and put his palm on Harry’s wound——

In this world where Dumbledore is not dead yet, Harry’s soul station may not have a wise man who can guide him in the direction. It would not be good if he gets confused and chooses death.

Cyrus had promised to keep him alive, so Harry could never die.

He picked up his snakewood wand and put it against his head——

Consciousness is sinking.

It’s like being immersed in a sea of ​​silence and silence.

The world first became dark, and then gradually became brighter. The surroundings of Cyrus were filled with thick white fog. They were different from ordinary clouds and fog. They seemed to be something that had not yet formed, and they emitted a faint light.

After a while, Cyrus felt himself touching the ground.

“Memory, this is probably my best magic.” He thought.

His body quickly gained some control in a world that was not inferior to him.

He walked forward – actually he didn’t know which way was ahead, because the scenery all around was exactly the same. This is like London in the 1940s and 1950s, a real foggy city.

You can’t see the train, you can’t see the people so close, you can’t see anything.

But that wasn’t a problem because he knew he would find his target soon.

Sure enough, he soon discovered Harry who had just woken up.

Harry looked more surprised than anything else to see Cyrus.

“Cyrus?! Are you dead too?” He almost jumped up. Although there were a thousand questions in his head, the moment he saw Cyrus, he wanted to confirm Cyrus’ identity first. safety.

He obviously regarded this place as the world after death.

But Cyrus found it a bit annoying – Harry had just woken up and he was wearing nothing.

“You’d better put on your clothes first. I guess if Dumbledore was here, he might be happy to comment on your little wand.” He just waved his hand, and Harry changed into a suit that was similar to what he usually wears. The exact same robe.

The collar is fiery red, representing the brave Gryffindor.

It also represents the brave and fearless Harry Potter!

Then, Cyrus waved again, and a chair that could accommodate two or three people sitting side by side appeared. Like the owner of the place, he asked Harry, who was blushing, to sit down.

“Sit down, I hope you don’t want to drink black tea now, otherwise I won’t be able to change,” Cyrus joked.

“Where is this?” Harry asked in surprise, “I thought I was dead, and you – you weren’t dead?”

He looked at Cyrus uncertainly.

Now there is a not so good idea in his mind.

What if his death had no effect on Voldemort?

Maybe Cyrus is no match for Voldemort, after all, he and Dumbledore gave themselves the holy artifacts and powerful power. They are at their weakest now.

But what about yourself?

‘Have I let them down? ’

‘I didn’t do it…’

“No, you did it, and you did it very well.” Cyrus once again saw through Harry’s thoughts.

On the one hand, this made Harry feel relieved, but on the other hand, it also made him feel strange.

“How do you know what I’m thinking? Even Voldemort can’t see through the thoughts in my head.” He asked, “Your Legilimency is so powerful…”

Hearing what Harry said, Cyrus shook his head and laughed.

“No, it’s not that my Legilimency is very strong, or that your Occlumency is not good enough. It’s that I know you.” Cyrus said, “You are brave and kind. I believe that the first time you saw me For a while, I will definitely worry about my safety and whether Voldemort is still alive.”

“You always care about others first, and then yourself.”

After hearing what Cyrus said, Harry lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn’t know if he was worthy of Cyrus’ praise.

However, he still asked:

“So, Voldemort is dead?”

But Cyrus didn’t answer him right away.

Voldemort’s life or death is not important to Harry now. What he needs to do is to bring Harry back to the world of the living. And this cannot be achieved by relying on brute force.

The three Deathly Hallows are not omnipotent. They give Harry a chance to live, but whether he can seize it depends on him.

“Let’s go back to your previous question first.” Cyrus glanced around, “Where is this?”

Harry was obviously confused.

“I thought you knew, I thought this was your place.”

“No, this place belongs to you.”

Harry stood up from the chair and looked around. At first, his mind was on Cyrus and he didn’t pay attention to the surrounding environment at all. Now it looks a bit like King’s Cross Station.

Miraculously, when he thought this, the scenery here actually became the same as King’s Cross Station.

The ancient platform stretched out from below them, and the dome above them was higher than the Great Hall of Hogwarts!

A smile appeared on Harry’s face. He looked at the wide stone pillars and thought that there might be a passage in these pillars, leading to Platform 9 and Hogwarts.

“It seems you already have an idea, right?”

Sellers said with a smile.

For Harry, King’s Cross Station was an extraordinary place. It was here that he crossed over from the Muggle world to the place he could call home.

The owl’s letter is a beginning, and Diagon Alley is also a beginning, but the starting point of his real adventurous journey is here.

Only by bravely rushing towards the wall can you see the true wonder of magic.

At this moment, Harry suddenly heard something else – a small banging sound like something constantly flapping, swinging and struggling.

He suddenly felt worried, but also felt a little disgusting, like something dirty appearing in a neat and beautiful palace, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He followed the sound and realized that the source of the sound was actually under the chair he was sitting on just now – it was a naked baby, curled up on the ground. The red skin was very rough and looked like it had been peeled off. The layer of skin was lying shivering under a seat, abandoned and stuffed there haphazardly, struggling to breathe.

“What is that?” He took a step back.

The thing was extremely weak, but it made Harry feel a little scared. He instinctively didn’t want to get close, as if the thing was covered in germs.

“What do you think?” Cyrus stood beside him, commenting on the thing with him.

“What else is so ugly, so weak, and so undesirable that people don’t want to get close to it?”

A light flashed in Harry’s head: “Voldemort!”

Although Voldemort looks handsome today, his ugly soul is still so small and stinky.

“It’s the soul inside my scar, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Cyrus looked at the thing without emotion, and Voldemort’s soul stretched out its red short arms towards him, as if begging for his help.

But Sellers was unmoved.

This sad thing should have disappeared from this world long ago.

“Is he dead?” Harry asked. He even seemed sympathetic.

“Not yet,” Cyrus sneered, picked up the wand and pointed it at the thing, “The flames are blazing!”

Then he burned Voldemort’s soul fragment to ashes under Harry’s surprised gaze!

“Dead now.”

“I see.” Harry nodded dully.

Then he thought of something else: “What about me? Am I dead too? I remember his spell hit me. I didn’t resist, so I planned to let him kill me.” He reached out and touched his chest. , but the strange thing is that there is no pain at all and no wounds.

“You didn’t kill Harry.” After Cyrus destroyed Voldemort’s soul, he returned to his amiable appearance. He was like a big brother next door, patiently explaining to Harry.

“Neither Dumbledore nor I thought about letting you sacrifice, Harry.” He said, “The three Deathly Hallows will protect your life. Now do you know why I let you keep the Resurrection Stone?”

Harry opened his palms blankly, and at some point, the Resurrection Stone appeared in his palms.

“Voldemort’s Killing Curse killed his own soul, but your soul was protected. The three holy weapons may not make you invincible, but they make you the master of death,” Cyrus said.

“They can’t bring people back from the dead, but they give you a chance to live. Do you remember the story of Death and the three brothers?” Cyrus asked.

Harry nodded.

“You mean, the third child used the cloak to escape the pursuit of death?”

“I mean you faced death bravely.” Cyrus looked directly into Harry’s eyes. The two people’s eyes were like four crystal clear gems colliding together. Cyrus’s voice changed his tone.

“The third child lived until he was very old, and then finally took off his invisibility cloak and gave it to his son. Then he greeted Death like an old friend, and happily left the world with him as an equal. ”

Harry didn’t understand.

Cyrus had to be more specific: “Voldemort has been looking for a way to be immortal. He thought that immortality meant conquering death. In fact, he was just avoiding death. Do you understand?

“It is because you bravely face death that you can truly become the master of death.”

“When you fought Voldemort, he always had the upper hand, but the Elder Wand did not abandon you and choose him. Why?”

Harry was obviously lost in thought, but Cyrus took the initiative to give the answer.

“Because the Elder Wand did not want to choose him.”

“He is not qualified to master the Deathly Hallows.”

“So…you and Dumbledore knew that I would not die?” Harry asked. He looked a little angry.

He felt that Cyrus must feel stupid now. He made so much mental preparation and thought that he would die. In these nights, he secretly felt sad and upset alone…

“I am stupid.” He said deflatedly.

But Cyrus shook his head and retorted: “In fact, Dumbledore and I agree that you are very brave.”

“Okay, let’s go back. “He reached out and patted Harry’s shoulder.

Then the two stood there, and after a while, Harry found that nothing happened.

He felt a little embarrassed:

“Uh, aren’t we going back?” Harry asked, he probably thought Cyrus would take him away.

“Yeah, but how to leave depends on you.” Cyrus said.

He didn’t look at Harry, but looked at the clear track, like an ordinary passenger waiting for a train.

“Look at me?”

“Is this King’s Cross Station? This is a hub, who knows where the train goes?” When he said this, the whistle of the train came from the end of the track. After a while, a green train slowly drove in and stopped in front of them.

The door of the train was open, as if inviting them to get on.

But where is it going?

Death?

Or Hogwarts?

Harry thought.

Want to get on the train?

“There is only one car here that goes to Hogwarts. “Cyrus said, he found that Harry started to look for it when he said this, so he added, “Don’t bother looking for it, Harry, you know where it is.”

“I know?”

“Of course.” Cyrus said, “The key is whether you are willing to go back?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Harry asked back.

“Because Voldemort is still alive, he will not become weak because a small fragment of his soul has disappeared.” Cyrus said, “He still has the old wand and still has powerful magic. You are alive, you have to continue fighting him.”

“But there are still you and Dumbledore…”

“What if we all lose?” Cyrus interrupted him, “Then you have to face the pain and the fear of losing more loved ones. And you may be powerless.”

“Then I should go back even more!” Harry said firmly.

“Then what are you waiting for? “Cyrus asked back. The train in front of them was still on the track, but no one was moving towards it.

In fact, Harry rushed in the other direction – it was a wall!

Of course, there was only one place for the train to Hogwarts.

Platform 9.