Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 220
Starting from the Slytherin locket, it seems that any Horcrux they have experienced is destroyed, there are very strange things growing from the remains of the Horcrux.

The Ravenclaw tiara, the Hufflepuff trophy, and even Harry Potter, a living, sane human being.

"Only the big snake Nagini, nothing weird happens to it."

He Gang lit a cigarette brought from the dungeon world, stuffed the filter into his mouth, let the harmful nicotine swipe twice in his lungs, and then exhaled a white smoke ring that made people panic.

The smoke ring rose slowly until it reached the flowery murals on the dome.

He was leaning on the bench in the hall, and the huge cross in front of him cast a huge shadow.

An eyeball of an unknown creature was fixed on the flower window behind the huge cross, sweeping across the entire church with a ferocious look.

That's a...

Dragon.

An ancient relic that has never been recorded by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and is not of the same species as any living dragon.

Dumbledore said that this family probably existed in the time of King Arthur.

It has no malice.

Just curious.

At this time, the huge dragon's eye was focusing on a strange light spot, and his eyes were wandering around the hall chasing that light spot.

Just a little magic trick.

This dragon is very old, even a little demented.

At this time, there was some movement in the side hall with the closed door, and a dazzling, dazzling green light seeped out from the cracks in the doors accompanied by a man's painful wail.

Voldemort struck.

Harry Potter's body resides with fragments of his soul.

This situation is very special.

It had to be done by Voldemort himself, and he had to use the elder wand that had always remained in this world.

If any one of the conditions is not met, Harry Potter, the legendary boy who survived the catastrophe, may enter the kingdom of death along with the soul that does not belong to him.

Black, illusory smoky things that can't even tell whether they are actual substances spread out from any gap.

They were driven to the outside by the Filth Cross, and for a moment, an invisible, huge palm squeezed out from between the molecular gaps in the air, holding the black matter, and disappeared in an instant.

It is the god of death who is taking back what is contained in those soul fragments, belonging to the living and the dead.

At the same time, another door opened.

A young Asian girl came out of it. She seemed to be very uncomfortable with this body, and she was very stiff when she walked.

Dumbledore followed suit.

He was carrying a black cloth bag in his hand.

"I separated Nagini's body from her soul, and she was still a little uncomfortable."

Dumbledore returned the Requiem Pan to He Gang, and then showed him the contents of the cloth bag.

It's the head of a boa constrictor.

The death is horrific.

Like being cut off by a sword.

"I didn't use the Gryffindor sword, I just used the spell."

Dumbledore said,
"I don't know what kind of identities the four founders of Hogwarts played in this strange invasion."

At this moment, Voldemort also came out of the side hall.

He looked even weaker, almost crumbling, and his face was extremely pale.

Obviously, he knew what Nagini looked like when he was a human.

Because after coming out, the Dark Lord and the girl nodded.

"Are they all right?"

"Potter and his two little friends? They're all right, it's just the Mudblood crying like hell...but I didn't hurt him at all."

Voldemort still hasn't changed his habit of addressing himself.

He tried his best to support his body, then looked up at Dumbledore, who seemed to be a little annoyed by the word "mudblood", and asked,

"Where's Bella?"

Close ones will call Bellatrix Bella.

Voldemort already knew she was pregnant with his child.

Although he never had positive emotions in his heart, a bloodline related to him could eventually resonate with him in the slightest.

"She's resting."

Although forced to join forces with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Dumbledore's sense of them is not good.

Bellatrix was a villain in the past, even causing massacres in the Muggle world and driving some unwilling wizards crazy.

The church bells are ringing.

He Gang patted his knee and stood up.

In the forbidden forest outside the building, there was a dense sound similar to the chirping of cicadas, and many poisonous insects were waiting for the opportunity to move.

"I have destroyed all Horcruxes."

Voldemort sat down and panted heavily. He looked at He Gang, his reptile-like pupils filled with indescribable expectation, hesitation and uneasiness.

Although I know this possibility is very small.

But he still had a stomach-churning, uncomfortable thought—

What if it's all a hoax?
If everything is a certain arrangement left by Albus Dumbledore during his lifetime, the people in front of him are just puppets one after another...

"Wait a moment, we will immediately start repairing your body and soul."

But He Gang's voice interrupted his train of thought.

Although Voldemort didn't respond, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

【Persian Classics】（1／10）〖Epic〗

[Description: (Refer to the previous article by yourself)
Sanity is reduced by 90% from high positions.

The owner's stamina recovery speed increases by 200%.

Effect 1: The owner can reject three absolutely lethal events, and save one rejection chance every ten days, up to three times. (3/3)

Effect 2: (Refer to the previous article by yourself)

Skill 1: Blessing of the Gods 〖Cure all injuries on the body, including but not limited to curses, absolute lethal events, "meme blocking" friendship, and provide 10% - 1% permanent bonus to all attributes for the healed, basic The higher the attribute, the lower the bonus.Cooling time 10d. 〗

Skill 2: Belonging to my active 〖passive skill, any creature whose rank is lower than "Legendary" covered by this fragment will be influenced after a long time and will be absolutely loyal to the user. 〗〖Cooling time 365d. 〗】

Although this prop is only an epic, it is only one-tenth of the complete one.

But its preciousness is no less than a legendary weapon.

It is said that Graki, the filthy ruler suppressed and gradually influenced by [Belong to My Lord], is far more than the value of an epic weapon.

Not to mention being immune to fatal blows and repairing damage to the body.

"This is……"

After the tome was presented, Voldemort's expression became extremely frenzied.

Every word in the scriptures seems to contain unparalleled magic power, tempting his mind.

"The relics of an entire pantheon are more than ten thousand times more precious than the so-called Deathly Hallows in your world, which are made by Death God in his spare time."

He Gang ordered,
"Lie down somewhere, just a few minutes."

(End of this chapter)