HP Magic Biography

Kill Harry

Hearing Voldemort's voice emerge from Harry's mouth, everyone's hearts sank.

Voldemort had found a way to control Harry, to the point of completely possessing Harry's body.

This made Harry feel a little sad, and the intense pain stimulated his nerves. However, he couldn't control his body at all, and even looked at Dumbledore's face with a icy chill.

He wants to kill Dumbledore, or, be killed by Dumbledore

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, as if he wanted to break free from Voldemort's control, but things backfired.

Don't give up, Harry, Fan Lin called out, We won't give up on you, so don't give up on yourself either.

You think he can fight me

If not, why would you lose your own body and become a poor parasite. Fan Lin looked at Harry's constricted pupils, You will not win, just like fifteen years ago, you Still a loser, Tom

Come on, kill me, right here. Voldemort smiled, and the smile on Harry's face was a bit distorted.

Do you think we can't deal with you? Fan Lin looked at Harry with a gloomy expression. To be precise, it was Voldemort who appeared in Harry's pupils.

I think you are very wrong, Voldemort. Fan Lin said, raising his left hand, a ruby ​​ring exuded a strange red light under the surge of magic power.

What's this

Soul ring, Fan Lin said, from, vampire, your new partner Tom

As Fan Lin said, he imprinted the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

In the next second, a heart-piercing roar erupted from Harry's throat, and Fan Lin couldn't tell whose voice it was

Harry, or Voldemort

At least, this soul ring has the effect he wants, and this is the only method Fan Lin can use to target the soul. He asked the vampire about the correct usage of the soul ring to control people's consciousness. Consciousness drives out.

I have to admit that this process is very painful, but very few

Harry could hardly bear to give up, as if tearing his whole body apart, little by little, a force different from Voldemort's mixed with the smell of blood invaded his soul forcefully.

In the next second, like a fragile scroll, with Sla's voice, the poisonous snake tightly entangled with him was torn off, and then, it seemed that the pain disappeared; Harry's face Crawling face down on the ground, his glasses were gone. He was shaking violently, as if he were lying on ice instead of wood.

Then, there was a sound in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw that the glasses were placed next to the headless bodyguard's heels, but the headless statue was lying quietly on the ground.

He put on his glasses and looked up to see Dumbledore's hooked nose inches from his. And Fan Lin also looked at him with a pale face, and cold sweat dripped from Fan Lin's forehead drop by drop.

Are you okay, Harry

Yes, said Harry, shaking so violently that he couldn't lift his head normally. Yes, where is Voldemort, where was I driven away by Van Lin? Who are they?

The hall was full of people; the floor reflected dark green flames; wizards and witches walked about the room. As Dumbledore pulled Harry and Valin up, Harry saw a stunned Cornelius Fudge next to the goblin and house-elf statues.

There he is, a ponytailed man in a scarlet robe called. He pointed to the pile of golden shards on the other side of the room, where Bellatrix had just been trapped.

I saw him, Mister Fudge, I swear he was You-Know-Who, he pulled a woman and Apparated

I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too, muttered Fudge, wearing pajamas under his robes, panting like he'd just run miles.

My god it's here in the Ministry of Magic my god it doesn't seem possible oh my god how could it be like that

If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly, said Dumbledore, clearly glad that Harry wasn't hurt. He walked forward, so those who trusted were aware that he was here. Some raised their wands; The slipper fell to the floor. You will find a few escaped Death Eaters trapped in the death chamber. They have been helped by the anti-apparition spell, waiting for you to kill them.

Dumbledore, Fudge gasped in surprise, you're here and me He looked around, at the Aurors he'd brought with him, it was so obvious he wanted to shout Grab him

Connelly, I am ready to duel your men and win again said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice, but you saw it with your own eyes a few minutes ago, the truth I have been telling you all year. Voldemort You're back, you've been chasing the wrong person for twelve months, now it's time for you to be more sensible.

I'm not okay, Fudge growled, looking around as if hoping someone would step up and tell him what to do. When no one came forward, he said Very well, Dennis Williamson, go to the Department of Mysteries. Dumbledore, you have to tell me in detail what happened here at the Magic Brothers Fountain

A whimper added to his tone, staring at the remaining statues of witches, wizards, and centaurs on the ground.

We can talk after I have sent Harry and Valin back to Hogwarts, said Dumbledore.

Both of them Fudge turned to stare at Harry, who was still standing against the wall next to the statue that protected him from Dumbledore's duel with Voldemort.

Why are they here? Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

Why the hell is this going on

After Harry returns to Hogwarts, repeated Dumbledore, I will explain everything.

He left the pool and came to where the wizard's head was. Pointing at it with his wand, he said Portkey.

The hair glowed blue and shook noisily on the floor for a while, then fell silent again.

Look here, Dumbledore Fudge said as Dumbledore walked towards Harry with the head in his hand you have no right to use that Portkey you can't do that in front of the Minister for Magic, you you

His voice faltered as Dumbledore watched him disdainfully through half-moon spectacles. You are to order Dorelos Jane Umbridge and your Special Operations Squad to be expelled from Hogwarts, said Dumbledore, and you are to order your Aurors to stop hunting my guardian magical creatures Teacher, let him come back to work, and cancel the arrest of Fan Lin and me, I will give it to you tonight. Dumbledore took out a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and looked at it. Half an hour, during which time I think we can study what's going on here. After this, I'm going back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, welcome You come to Hogwarts to contact me. Address the letter to the Headmaster and I will be found.

Fudge's eyes widened; his mouth was open, and his round face was pink under his tousled hair.

I you

Dumbledore turned to look at Harry. You two, take this portkey. He took out the golden head and said in an unquestionable tone.

In fact, Fan Lin also wanted to see how Dumbledore would deal with the Ministry of Magic, but using a vampire's holy artifact as a non-vampire would be a great test for both magic power and spirit.

At least he just wanted to lie down now, and Harry wasn't much better, after all, he had just suffered a soul-rending pain, which was weak enough for anyone to last a while.

Van Lin and Harry put their hands over it, not caring what they were going to do next or where they were going back.

I'll see you in half an hour, said Dumbledore softly, one, two, three.

Without the slightest resistance, Harry felt the familiar feeling of a hook on his navel again, jerking him forward. The polished wooden floor disappeared beneath his feet; the Great Hall, Fudge and Dumbledore were gone, and he flew forward in a whirlwind of colour.

Harry's feet hit the ground, his knees bent slightly and the golden wizard's head dropped to the ground. He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office. Everything had been restored in the Headmaster's absence, and the delicate silver instrument was back on the table with its dangling legs, swirling silently in the smoke, and the portraits of the Headmasters dozed in their frames, their The head either hangs back on the armchair or leans against the edge of the picture frame. Harry looked out of the window, and there was a green dividing line on the far horizon. Dawn was coming.

The silence, broken only by the occasional grunting of the portraits in their sleep, was unbearable for him. If the environment could reflect his inner feelings, the portraits would scream in pain. He wandered in this quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying to think of nothing.

But helpless, he must be responsible for his actions.

He was arrogant and thought that his judgment was correct, and he was kidnapped to the Ministry of Magic to help Voldemort get some crystal ball. If Fan Lin happened to appear there, what would he do?

Fetched what Voldemort wanted, and was taken by Malfoy to Voldemort's lair

Even Dumbledore couldn't possibly get him out of nowhere, let alone Voldemort would keep him

Voldemort could not wait to kill him before, and all of this, if not

you

I know what you want to ask Harry. Fan Lin said a little tiredly. He had just escaped from the underground mall, and then ran to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Harry.

I have to admit that they delayed for too long and almost buried Harry inside. If Dumbledore hadn't appeared at a critical moment, the Avada Kedavra would have killed him or Harry. A person's life.

This is an inevitable result. Although the two of them hurt Voldemort, it was because Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand were twins, but even so, Harry still couldn't stop Voldemort for a long time, even his magic.

Voldemort fought against the two of them at the same time, and when he activated the Philosopher's Stone with all his strength, he only hurt Voldemort's skin, and he couldn't even bring him any deeper damage.

This is really different from Fan Lin's idea. He originally thought he could do better, but now it seems that this

It seemed that the conversation between the two had alarmed them, or they had already woken up when they first arrived.

This group of old guys likes to do this. They hide and observe secretly, and when they find out why, these old guys are jumping out to express their opinions.

Phineas let out a long yawn, spreading his arms and squinting when he saw Harry.

What brought you so early? And you, Al kid, I remember you've been expelled from Hogwarts. Phineas said, This room is very important to anyone except the right headmaster. The people are kept secret, or Dumbledore sent you oh, don't tell me, he yawned again, Another news about my useless grandson

Sirius is not a useless offspring. Harry was a little annoyed, he still couldn't tolerate other people slandering Sirius, whether it was Bellatrix or Phineas.

In fact, Sirius and the Black family really didn't deal with it very well.

Oh but, I think so. Phineas said.

Oh, of course, as long as you're happy, but Sirius probably wouldn't be here if he could.

Okay, Phineas, don't say unnecessary words earlier, I hope this means, said a fat red-nosed wizard on the headmaster's desk, Dumbledore will be back among us soon Harry turned, The wizard looked at him with interest.

Harry nodded, he looked at Fan Lin, the addition of these headmasters obviously spoiled the conversation between them.

Very well, said the wizard, he's boring without him, in fact very boring. He sat in a regal chair, looked at Harry with a kind smile, Dumbledore has a very good opinion of you. Gao, I think you know, he said comfortably, Yes, he respects you very much.

The huge sense of guilt in Harry's chest is now squirming like a parasite. He is no longer himself. Although there is no accident in today's incident, someone is always injured, and he has failed Dumbledore Trust, just so foolishly run into Voldemort's trap, captured him more deeply than ever before, wishing him better than anyone else, anyone else The empty hearth suddenly flashed green Flame, Harry moved quickly from his seat, staring at the man emerging from the fire.

The tall figure of Dumbledore came out, and the portraits of wizards on the surrounding walls immediately woke up, and many of them welcomed loudly.