Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 611 Meeting
"Bobby, this is not a simple curse!"

McGuffin was left in the dormitory, and he heard the voices of Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, and Ron outside.

After some heated arguments, Madam Pomfrey followed Professor Dumbledore reluctantly and walked in.

Madam Pomfrey came to the bedside and checked Harry's situation somewhat annoyed.

But when she did it herself, cast some spells, and gave Harry some potions...all of which didn't work, her expression became complicated.

And when she opened Harry's eyelids at the prompt of Dumbledore and saw the weird pupils,
Her whole face was completely frozen.

"This is?" Madam Pomfrey murmured, staring closely at those piercing pupils, that mutated bloody scar... as if she remembered something.

It's just that she can't speak when she sees that McGuffin is still here.

"Are you okay? Bobby..."

"Albert knows everything..." Dumbledore said softly.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and summoned a large chunk of freezing ice, which she placed on Harry's forehead to temporarily relieve his pain.

Then, he conjectured to Dumbledore, "As far as I know, this is a phenomenon of strange souls encroaching on the body... It's just that this kind of thing was rare in the Roman period."

"Even the most evil wizards and ghosts know... This is something that the world says cannot be tolerated. This is more vigilant for other wizards and the Ministry of Magic than the Imperius Curse..."

"What's more, occupying a person's body, if it fails, it will cause great trauma to one's soul."

Madam Pomfrey said even more skeptically, "And I know that Hogwarts Castle has special protective spells in this regard, no ghosts or wizards can invade the students' bodies from the outside..."

"How... how could this happen?"

She asked Dumbledore again.

Dumbledore did not answer clearly, but said vaguely, "Under extremely special circumstances, it is indeed... possible..."

"Bobby, time is running out, McGuffin and I must resolve this matter..."

"You stay here to take care of Harry, protect him...and don't move him out of this room."

"What!" Madam Pomfrey was a little confused.

However, Dumbledore could no longer explain to her,

He turned to McGuffin and said, "What happened to Harry is due to some kind of soul 'link' that we need to cut..."

"How?" asked the MacGuffin.

"Go to another world, that person... Voldemort also used this method to establish a closer bond with Harry."

"Otherwise, his broken and dirty soul...couldn't get close to Harry's brain, even now that the Dark Lord has Harry's blood."

After Dumbledore explained a few words, he raised his Elder Wand.

"Don't be nervous, just like what we both tried that night..."

McGuffin understood.

He looked at Harry, took a deep breath, and raised his own wand in the same way.

"Call God Guard!"

"Calling God Nightmare!"

Black flames and silver mist spewed out from the tip of the wand, and the two met in the midair of the dormitory,
Tremors, fusion... Finally, a black round curtain as thin as confetti was formed,

Its surface is extremely smooth, as smooth as a mirror.

Under Dumbledore's signal, McGuffin canceled the decision to let the little Guffins explore the way.

Turning around and following the old fox, he plunged into the 'portal',
Or in the channel of another world.

Dumbledore is really not an ordinary old man.

The old and slender hands of the headmaster of Hogwarts tightly wrapped around McGuffin's wrist, pulling him forward quickly.

There were times when he couldn't even keep up with the professor's marching pace.

After entering that passage, like the previous two times, they shuttled through an unknown white mist,
The mist glowed with a hazy white light, covering the sight of the two of them.

And the road under my feet is also difficult to walk, like stepping on some kind of inelastic trampoline. Although one foot is not so high and the bottom of the foot is not so high, it always feels soft and rotten under the feet, without a sense of down-to-earth.

This made McGuffin very uncomfortable.

However, they came here... to find traces of Harry.

According to Dumbledore...

Voldemort pulled a part of Harry in through the reflection of the world, the world gap in the crack,

He wanted to do this to avoid the damage of Harry's soul and mind... colliding with his fragile and broken soul,
Voldemort wanted to use this method to occupy Harry's body.

But now all the surrounding scenery is shrouded... In this cloud-like steam,

That's how they found Harry.

Just as McGuffin was puzzled, this thought came to his mind.

The white mist receded quickly like a wave.

They can see around them.

The sound was also suddenly audible.

It was someone's panting moan, and a shrill laugh, and that hissing Parseltongue—

The names of Tom Riddle, Harry Potter... echoed in this space all the time.

Dumbledore stopped, turned slowly on the spot, looked at everything around him, listened to the direction of the voice,
"Albert, this is Tom Riddle, and Harry's name, isn't it?"

He muttered to himself, as if he was asking MacGuffin, but also as if he was confirming his own doubts.

McGuffin nodded.

He also recognized it at this time,

This place is their fourth grade dormitory.

And the location should be McGuffin's own bed,
At least, the huge [Mini House] of Nixiu Kanon and Xika placed on the round stool not far away showed this.

In other words, if Harry really appeared in this world of reflections, then the most likely place to appear would be on his own bed.

McGuffin and Dumbledore looked at each other, apparently thinking of this at the same time.

"Professor, over there!"

According to the impression in his mind, McGuffin pointed to the direction of Harry's bed.

Afterwards, the two flew up together, and after a nervous and anxious flight, they hurriedly landed on Harry's bed.

In fact, the two of them were in the sky just now, and they had already looked around here.

nobody,
It's empty, there's no one there!
Either Harry or Voldemort.

At low altitude, after McGuffin and the others inspected Harry's huge 'bed land', McGuffin said to Dumbledore with some frustration, "Professor, have we failed?"

But there was a smile on Dumbledore's face.

He calmly brought the McGuffin down.

"On the contrary, we came to the right place!
After finishing speaking, Dumbledore stomped on the 'ground' vigorously, and a fiery red magic light swayed across the ground...circle and circle, like waves, spreading continuously.

Soon, McGuffin found many statues suddenly appeared in front of him.

Black stone, white marble, plaster, wood, metal... There are all kinds of materials and shapes.

But one thing in common is:

All the sculptures are in human form, two boys of the same age, one of them wears glasses, and one of them has red eyes.

The two came to one of the statues.

McGuffin finally saw his face,
As he expected... one of them was Harry, and the other was a younger version of Tom Riddle.

The lightning scar on Harry's head was gone, and Voldemort had returned to his youthful handsome face.

It's just that on all the statues of Voldemort, the skin is shriveled and patchy, as if it was cracked by the biting cold wind.

These statues range from big to small, from babies to young children, to eleven or twelve-year-old boys... They are lined up one by one.

Their shapes and movements are different,... chasing or fleeing, or turning their backs, or standing together, or all curled up... But the same thing is, they seem to be unable to detect each other, even if they are facing each other...the eyes of the two are also looking in different directions.

Dumbledore took McGuffin through the maze of this statue,

He stared at these statues thoughtfully, without speaking.

Until he suddenly stopped in front of a statue,
The material of these two statues is very special, as if the black shadow was pulled out of the plane... and then shaped by a sculptor.

But after observing it for a while, McGuffin found something special...all the sculptures in this maze seem to be faintly guarding this sculpture.

And their shape is also very special.

Harry and Voldemort found each other for the first time, and their eyes looked at each other.

And like friends, holding hands,
This is the only sculpture here that does this.

MacGuffin looked at the sculpture and shuddered uncontrollably.

This statue is alive.

The expression on Harry's face was originally one of resisting panic,

Up to now... it is slowly becoming softer, and I am very happy,

And the expression on his face began to reveal a bit of cruelty and gloom.

McGuffin stared carefully, trying to confirm his guess.

But the eyes of the two statues were like a whirlpool, sweeping McGuffin's mind, as if everything he had was going to be put into this sculpture.

"Albert!" Dumbledore suddenly snapped.

McGuffin trembled, his teeth chattered, and he backed away again and again, he didn't dare to look directly at this thing anymore.

"Grab me!"

After Dumbledore walked around the statue twice, as if he had made up his mind, he said forcefully to McGuffin.

McGuffin obeyed subconsciously, and took Dumbledore's slender and old left hand.

Dumbledore raised his wand in his right hand and said aloud a spell that McGuffin could not understand.

Then he inserted the wand into the shadow of the underside of the statue in front of him.

In an instant, the ground was like a stormy sea,
The waves were rough, trembling back and forth, and there were huge waves.

They couldn't even stand still.

It's like a giant with an oversized model shaking this huge quilt.

After a long time, when Professor Dumbledore pulled out his wand, the 'ground' finally returned to calm.

And the statue in front of them also disappeared.

Or it can also be said that it is like melting, turning into a shadow again and flattening on the 'ground'.

"Teach—professor! What should we do next!" McGuffin barely recovered after taking a few breaths.

"Catch!" Dumbledore said quietly.

? ?
Just when McGuffin was puzzled, Dumbledore came to the shadow left by the two statues,
He rolled up his sleeves, bent down and stretched out his hands, directly into the shadow that looked like Harry.

With a yank, a person was directly dragged.

It's Harry!
His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was trembling all over.

"Harry!"

McGuffin then looked at the black figure on the other side, so it should be...

"Hiss—(no——)"

An extremely angry and resentful hiss came out from there.

It's black!
Nonsence!

A thing like the behind-the-scenes manipulator that appeared in every episode of Conan stood up instantly from the shadow of the ground.

It's as if the shadow has stretched from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one.

There are three gaps in the head of this 3D black shadow.

A pair of red, like eyes.

A split hole, opening and closing, like a mouth.

It spoke.

"Professor Albus Dumbledore... We, long time no see!"

Voldemort was very polite when he spoke.

'But it's fine if those two fierce red pupils don't stare at me. '

McGuffin thought anxiously.

"Tom? It didn't take long, but at the time, at the Ministry of Magic, you didn't have an old guy like me..."

Dumbledore said lightly, his attention was focused on Harry who had been unconscious all the time.

It seemed that he was not afraid of Voldemort's sudden attack.

After exchanging greetings with Dumbledore, Voldemort turned his attention to McGuffin.

Seeing McGuffin as if he was facing a big enemy, holding his wand firmly to himself.

Voldemort sneered, and sneered at him coldly, "Don't waste your time, idiot, if I had the ability to attack you now, would you still be standing here safely? But, having said that, you are really lucky, Dumbledore was able to help you recover...I thought you would go crazy forever."

"However, that's fine... remember I'll make you pay."

Then, with a shake of his body, the shadow became a black mist hovering in the air,
Voldemort finally sneered at Dumbledore wantonly and sharply, "Albus, you'd better teach your boy well. Visiting other people's brains is a price that you can't afford. This is a basic etiquette of a wizard!"

The smoke exploded suddenly, and Voldemort disappeared here.

Then all the sculptures around the two of them were blown to pieces one by one, and disappeared completely.

Not a trace was left.

"Okay, we should get out of here!"

Dumbledore looked around with a dazed look on his face.

However, he looked at the place where Voldemort disappeared, and at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead that disappeared for no reason...

At this time, there seemed to be a gleam of joy in his eyes.

McGuffin wasn't sure if he was delusional.

But when he looked at Dumbledore, the old bee, from the corner of his eye, he had already returned to that indifferent expression.

In the end, the two used the connection between the twin magic wands and the mutual exclusion of the two spells to open the door to the reflection of the world in cooperation.

Together they dragged the unconscious Harry out.

However, when McGuffin broke through the black curtain film and came to the present world.

He and the fainted Harry in Dumbledore's hands disappeared instantly.

Then, Madam Pomfrey's surprise call came from the dormitory,
"Great, Harry is back to normal...he's gone to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)