Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 189 The Snake and the Lion
Dumbledore's voice changed with excitement, his magic failed for a moment, and the huts disappeared with a crash, and the warm weather disappeared from the Forest of Dean.

For a moment, they seemed to be standing in a white void, looking at each other, as small as insects under the sky.

Whatever the conceptual filth or whatever the hell was hiding inside Harry, it was now attracting the attention of something else.

Fragment of Voldemort's soul.

The pain in Harry's forehead could only be caused by Voldemort's unpremeditated connection through that soul.

Two not-so-clean things would fight for the boy's brains.

Although it can be dangerous.

But it's better than devolving directly into something weird.

After Dumbledore's spell broke, it was freezing here and the trees were covered in snow, but at least they were able to keep out the wind.

Harry and Hermione spent most of their time hiding in their tents until they found them, warming themselves by those bright blue fires that the latter was so good at making.

These flames are so useful that they can be scooped up and carried in bottles.

Harry felt at the time as if he was recuperating from a short but serious illness, a feeling reinforced by Hermione's concern.

His brain often hurts badly.

And in addition to the disturbing killing scenes seen when linking Voldemort's mind, there are occasional pictures that I don't know where they came from.

Disgusting.

There are stumps and broken arms everywhere, and blood is flowing everywhere.

In a large environment where mountains, seas, and wastelands are mixed together, a humanoid creature with a goat's head came out of the water, and countless suckers criss-crossed and densely packed with huge tentacles were probing at the top of the mountain full of bloody and indistinct pieces of meat. Come out and wave around.

Sometimes these pictures were blurry, and sometimes they were so clear that Harry almost collapsed.

The number of goat-headed creatures seems to be incalculable, always repeating some weird and inexplicable words.

There is no way for the human brain to understand this word, even just ringing in Harry's mind almost made him die of pain.

Hermione often thought that he was secretly communicating with Voldemort's brain to obtain information.

Also got mad about it.

She didn't know what he was facing.

It was now afternoon, and snowflakes were falling in the sky again, and even the sheltered open space where they were sitting was sprinkled with a layer of crystal powder.

The bonfire that had just been lit suddenly became brighter, scaring Hermione and Ron enough.

The pile of flames was jumping, not affected by the heavy snow at all, but uncontrollably formed into various shapes.

That shape has a strong tendency of human organs and viscera.

Dumbledore glanced at the two men.

He suddenly realized that they could also see the changes in this fire!

He reached into an enchanted package, which contained a huge space for many dead things.

Then, he was slightly relieved until he held some cold metal utensil.

That is……

The scepter of suffering that He Gang gave him.

This world is wrong!
Dumbledore had already felt it.

"Something is approaching..."

"I don't know what that is."

"Something more dangerous than Voldemort."

When Harry spoke, the snowflakes all over the sky were shaken into irregular shapes.

He held his head and almost rolled on the ground in pain.Hermione conjured a wet and hot towel to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore held out his hand, but then stopped the thought of stopping.

An infected person is very dangerous at any time.

Once there is any mood swing, it is possible that Cuihua's infection progress will prompt the infection to complete.

"Can you see what it is?"

Dumbledore asked in a low voice.

The tip of the elder wand in his hand was emitting bright starlight, as if the other end was connected to the entire starry sky.

He Gang has returned to that world to retrieve the filthy cross placed in the church. As long as Harry can persist until he comes back, and then use the filthy cross to build a church with the word "absolute purification", he can expel the evil spirits attached to Harry. dirty stuff.

But Dumbledore can't help with this kind of thing.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

"No, no!"

"It's a snake..."

"and also……"

"cat?!"

Harry's voice became more terrified. He seemed to see something he already knew but could never imagine. He was terrified and hesitant, and a strong wind suddenly blew up around him.

Horrifying beast cries echoed everywhere.

Snake, cat?
Dumbledore glanced at the Slytherin locket that had been destroyed but had been cleaned with a spell, and then glanced at Gran, who was being neatly hung on an oak branch. Fendor sword.

He and Hermione exchanged glances.

The symbol of Slytherin is the snake.

Gryffindor's symbol is the lion.

Lions are unquestionably felines.

This is not a good sign.

"Iron armor!"

Hermione suddenly uttered a spell. She was more impatient than Dumbledore, and cast many defensive spells in an instant.

Ron pointed at a place in horror, his eyes almost popping out.

"what is that?!"

He said.

Everyone looked in that direction.

From far to near, the mountain forest collapsed and shattered piece by piece, as if an unseen giant was approaching rapidly.

"Hogwarts..."

"founder……"

"Impart knowledge……"

"Pollution……"

"Dark Wizard..."

"Not human..."

"weird..."

Dumbledore uttered some words in a voice that no one could hear. He was ready for battle. His seemingly old and thin body actually contained the power to overturn mountains with his bare hands.

He seemed to have grasped some weird truths from countless messy lines, and the blue light in his eyes flashed past.

"professor!"

Hermione yelled.

Those unseen behemoths are getting close.

"professor!!"

Ron put Harry down, and he suddenly found that Apparation could no longer be used, and the sound was even more terrifying.

【boom--】

The mountain forest in front of him suddenly shattered.

Something fell from the sky, and a gust of wind suddenly scattered around.

Dumbledore held a strangely shaped scepter made of metal and wooden trunks in his hand.

It’s the Scepter of Suffering!
A terrifying sharp claw protruded from the large piece of bright light at the top of the scepter, stabbing fiercely into the sky.

This claw could have been as long as 30 meters.

Black, sharp, and gleaming with metal.

There is endless black viscous liquid dripping down from the sky it pierced, like the sky is bleeding.

"You guys finally couldn't bear it anymore..."

Dumbledore used the scepter of suffering to summon a high position whose name was not yet known, and the ferocious breath spread out.

His gray hair danced wildly.

"Come!"

In his other hand was a brand new mobile phone.

"Did the fish take the bait?"

He Gang's voice came from inside.

A door of light appeared in the distance.

(End of this chapter)