Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 181 The Weird Gray Mist of the Room of Requirement
Sudden pain surged from every corner of Voldemort's body. He felt that his heart was about to stop suddenly, and the mana around him was rioting.

Panting heavily, Voldemort saw the lake in a dense forest in excruciating pain.

An old man, two boys... no, two teenagers.

Harry Potter......

And his followers...

Voldemort could hardly stand the severe pain in his body.

All he saw was a brilliant sword bursting out into a bright burst of light, piercing fiercely into a... small ancient box.

That is?

what is that?
"Slytherin's locket."

He spit out a few words softly, and the memories came up again and again, but in this memory, there were always some things that he thought should not appear looming in the shadows.

It's... countless colorful arms and legs that look like sea creatures squirming on the edge of the most superficial memory.

what happened……?
never noticed before...

As the Sword of Gryffindor penetrates deeper, the well-protected powers inside the locket are being dispelled and destroyed.

My soul……

Voldemort's consciousness trembled slightly.

Now, his soul is more and more broken.

Sanity is also broken.

But... what kind of things are hidden in those weird edges of memory... that cannot be looked at directly?
What exactly are those?
In the seemingly endless pain, Voldemort's consciousness suddenly returned to his body.

He slumped in the doorway of the Room of Requirement.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Eyes widened.

He suddenly realized... there was a thick fog that ordinary people could not see rising in this entire huge magical space.

this fog...

"Be careful of the gray fog."

Voldemort looked up at the stern He Gang who said this.

The latter was already fully armed, wearing a dark blue battle suit that was close to obsidian, and a crown that was far more gorgeous and powerful than the Ravenclaw crown, and a cloak as bright as blood was fluttering behind him.

He Gang also always kept in mind the red reminder marked as extremely dangerous in [Nodens' Recovery], that is, [Be careful of the gray fog].

But I don't know why, this weird gray mist that looks like nothingness and flesh... unexpectedly appeared in this world.

And it rose up in the Room of Requirement at the moment one of Voldemort's Horcruxes was destroyed.

Yes, just now, Dumbledore took Ron to find Harry and Hermione who were living outside, and under He Gang's signal, he used the Gryffindor sword to destroy the Slytherin locket as in the original plot.

There is a piece of Voldemort's soul living there.

And when He Gang stepped into this space, there was no fog here, and it was even extremely dry. The air was full of decaying dust, as if just a little spark could completely detonate it.

【bass--】

The War of the Sea Beast is like starlight, converging and appearing in his hands little by little, and it emits a metallic hum when it is fully revealed.

"Stand behind me, Riddle."

He Gang pulled Voldemort up, and poured a few drops of the essence of the fountain of life into the mouth of the latter who was almost in shock.

In an instant, the latter became radiant, and even the pain of soul fragments being destroyed was completely resolved.

"Good stuff, a better elixir than the Sorcerer's Stone."

"The drop you drink is enough to exchange for seven Elder Wands."

He Gang rolled his eyes.

He needs his full attention.

You can't see your fingers in the gray fog, and the airflow in it is very strange, like the fog that mimics the flesh and blood in the dungeon world.

Flesh, internal organs...

It's very ominous.

There shouldn't be such ghosts in HP's native world.

Could it be...something followed them from the "door" side?
He Gang became more and more serious.

If that was the case, he couldn't even imagine it.

The spreading speed and infection ability of filth are extremely terrifying.

Moreover, there are no organisms that can produce antibodies, and whether they are infected is purely a judgment of reason.

Once conceptual filth or infectious filth really appears in this season...

The consequences are simply unimaginable!
is the system? !

still……?
What is their purpose?
He Gang became more and more suspicious.

He looked at Voldemort, and moved carefully through the hilly corridors of the city where countless debris piled up.

he asked:
"Have you seen this gray mist before?"

"I've seen a lot of fog, but ones like this..."

Voldemort's pupils contracted,
"Never."

"Never..."

He Gang repeated.

He realized something was not quite right.

Did it start when he and Dumbledore appeared in this world, or when Voldemort lost his third Horcrux?
"Do you realize that the Death Eaters around you are somehow different from ordinary people?"

He Gang asked again.

He thought of the Carlo brothers and sisters.

The two seem to have nothing to do with humans.

There are also huge creatures full of tentacles under the black lake.

Is there something hidden in this world, or...something followed He Gang and the two into this world?
"Death Eaters, my followers..."

"We gather together because of our interests. Fear, power, power...these are all their extravagant pursuits. Apart from that, they are no different from ordinary people."

Voldemort thought carefully.

He was sure there was nothing weird about the dark magic users around him.

In fact, He Gang also thinks that the strange change may have nothing to do with black magic. After all, the most powerful dark wizard is Voldemort. If all black wizards look like ghosts in his eyes, why hasn't Voldemort changed?

what is that?
"When the matter here is over, call your followers, and I will watch them one by one."

He Gang said.

He swung his gun to disperse a cluster of gray mist, and the solid mass was smashed from a fleshy form to scattered flocs.

There was a slight to almost imperceptible howl for about a second.

These fogs are active!
He Gang became more and more cautious.

Maybe there will be something similar to filth here.

"On this side, I remember when I wasn't going that deep, and I could hear it calling me."

Voldemort guides He Gang.

They finally found the still shining crown on the bird's beak statue at the end of the messy corridor.

It is made entirely of white gold, with a magnificent blue gem set in the center.

A line of tiny inscriptions is carved into the base of this crown.

But to He Gang's amazement, the fog around the crown completely dissipated.

It seems that... I'm afraid of something.

But this extraordinary didn't frighten him, instead he breathed a sigh of relief.

The gray mist in the dungeon world would not be afraid of an ancient prop in a low-magic world, even if the prop had a piece of Dark Lord's soul attached to it.

This shows that these gray fogs did not come to this world through the "door" with him.

(End of this chapter)