Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Chapter 1776 The Broken Soul

When Harry opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying in the fog, but the surrounding fog became very bright, unlike the dense fog he had seen just now, it wasn't that the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, Rather, these cloud-like vapors have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.

The surrounding mountains of corpses also disappeared, and the ground where he lay seemed to be white, clean, neither hot nor cold, just a kind of existence, a kind of flat and empty thing.

A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: the tiny thud of something flapping, swinging, struggling.This voice is pitiful, but also a little wretched.He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.

What the hell is going on here?

What about Voldemort?

Was he killed by him?

Why did it appear in this place, Harry couldn't understand, he had many questions.

He wondered what the hell happened?

And what about 15-year-old Riddle?

Harry instinctively went for the Resurrection Stone before realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes.

He sat up, his body seemed unharmed.He touched his face, and his glasses were gone.

It was strange, but Harry wished he had clothes on, and just as the idea took shape in his mind, a robe appeared not far away.He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm.How strange that it just came out like that, the idea just occurred to him...

Harry stood up and looked around, he found himself in a huge building.

There is so much to see.A huge dome of glass glistened in the sunlight high above his head.There was silence all around, only the weird crashing and whimpering sounds, coming from the nearby mist...

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above which is the clear glass dome.

This is King's Cross Station, and the hall is empty except for him, except for...

He flinched.

He saw the thing that made the sound. The shape of the thing was a child, curled up on the ground, the red skin was very rough, it looked as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, and it was lying shivering under a seat, being discarded. Stuck there, struggling to breathe.

Harry is terrified!

Although the thing was small, weak, and injured, he didn't want to go near it.

However, he moved over little by little, ready to withdraw at any time.

Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the guts to do so, he felt like a coward.He should have comforted it, but it repelled him.

"You can't help him."

Harry turned sharply at the sound. It was Albus Dumbledore.

His back was straight, his steps were brisk, he was wearing a flowing dark blue robe, and he was looking at himself with a smile on his face, the same as before.

As Ivan said, he met Dumbledore.This is the boundary between life and death, and Harry has too many questions he wants to ask him.

……

The Killing Curse hit Harry Potter with unerring accuracy, and his life was rapidly disappearing.

Voldemort was ecstatic!

He finally killed the boy, he proved his strength, he was invincible, he... Voldemort couldn't stop laughing right away.

At the same time that Harry Potter died, an unprecedented impact hit his head, like an iron fist hitting his head hard, but it was not a physical attack, but a soul attack.

Voldemort's soul has been hit hard!

This force broke through his protective magic, even the magic power of the Double Snake Staff, and directly acted on his soul, which was beating unsteadily.

Voldemort fell from a height.

……

Darkness, nothing but darkness.

Even though it was dark, it couldn't block Voldemort's sight, but he didn't know where he was. There was no sight here except the darkness. Voldemort was a little puzzled, but he soon lost the energy to look around. He was terrified. I found my body was breaking apart.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

An unprecedented fear strikes, that is the feeling of death!Voldemort was afraid, just like the night he failed 16 years ago, this was a power he didn't understand, he didn't know what happened, but he could feel that if he continued, he would die, in the true sense of the word.

His magic, all his efforts on the road to immortality, were useless.Under the action of a strange force, his body is shattering, and he will completely become nothingness.

Power, immortality, immortality, it was all a ridiculous dream, and now this dream has woken up!

He was witnessing the whole process of his own collapse. If no measures were taken, he, the mighty Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the world, the supreme Dark Lord, would die.At the moment before he is about to be omniscient and omnipotent, to become an eternal existence, and to surpass all gods.

"No!" Voldemort roared unwillingly, he had to stop all this.

He wanted to wave his wand and then realized he had nothing in his hands, he lost his wand, he lost his connection to the wand, his magic, he lost all his powers.

Without the protection of magic power, his body would inevitably shatter, and a large number of fragments would fall.

Every time a fragment fell, Voldemort became weaker, mixed with fear, hatred and anger rose, Voldemort didn't understand what happened, he clearly killed Harry Potter, he had mastered the Elder Wand, With the help of the magic power of the Snake Rod to complete that spell and become a god.Everything was going very smoothly, why did such an accident occur at the last moment?

Why did he become like this after killing that boy?

Voldemort wanted to know the answer!

He can't just die here!

"Why?! Answer me?!"

"I reminded you, mortal, that at the last moment, you must stabilize your soul."

An ancient whisper sounded in the void, as if from far away.

"I did as you said!" cried Voldemort frantically.

As if the man who fell into the water had grasped the last straw, he knew who the owner of this voice was.

It was the statue of the ancient god, the powerful existence who claimed to be the God of Devouring!

"Unfortunately, you didn't, your soul is shattering, you are being reduced to nothing."

"What should I do?" roared Voldemort.Prompted by this voice, he realized that what was collapsing was his soul.

This is his soul world!

Chapter 1777 Dedicating oneself to the abyss

Only then did Voldemort really see clearly.His soul, this world made up of black matter, has already been riddled with holes, and shocking huge cracks and gullies spread all over the surroundings one after another.

There are as many as nine paths, which means that his soul has been split nine times.

nine times...

This number is far more than Voldemort has mastered!In his plan, he originally only wanted to split the soul seven times.Not only because this number itself has magic power, but also the limit that the soul can split, but nine times...

Voldemort couldn't recall, having torn his soul apart so many times, he had long since lost his sense of the fragments.He didn't know why his soul was split nine times?

Why did Harry Potter's soul crumble after killing him?He didn't understand why, and he didn't want to know.

His soul was breaking and his anger was burning.Voldemort could no longer calmly think and look back at the past. The huge dark gap made him fall into an unprecedented emptiness, and he needed strength to fill these gaps.

strength!

Stronger power! !

The power to fill everything! ! !

It must be fast, before the main soul collapses.

"What should I do?!" He asked sharply, he needed the owner of that voice to help him and give him more strength.

Voldemort knew it could!If it is really so omniscient and omnipotent, even if the statue is broken, the ancient god inside can help him, no matter what the cost.

He can't die!

"Sacrifice yourself, the new Beacon!" The ancient whisper echoed Voldemort with the answer, "One way ends...another opens."

"how should I do?!"

"Merge with me."

The whispers became hasty, one after another, continuous and insane.

"Open your arms and listen to the whispers!"

"It's no coincidence that our paths cross, we were meant to meet each other."

"Give yourself to the abyss, and in the dark abyss we will be one."

"No distinction between each other, no distinction between you and me!"

"You are me, and I am you. The power of the void pours into you, and your flesh and soul help you to be reborn. We will accomplish extraordinary things together, you and me, a great cause."

"Accept this greatest gift, become a new beacon, we become one, and a new god will be born."

"We will become stronger than expected, and our name will resound throughout the dark empire."

"We will be born again!"

"Then, destroy this world and devour all living things. Are you willing?"

……

Boom...boom...boom...

Space is vibrating violently!

The frequency and vibration amplitude are getting stronger and stronger.

In front of Aiwen, the magical light emitted by the green rune is no longer a faint green light, but rather dazzling, like an overloaded light bulb, which seems to be burnt out at any time.

On the altar in the center, the double snake stick inserted there almost completely turned into a phantom, entering a magical state, and the two snakes spread out to both sides like the wings of a scepter.

This makes it look particularly huge, and also particularly dangerous.During the vibration, the double snake staff broke free from the control of the altar and slowly floated upwards.

Terrifying magic power poured out from it, wreaking havoc throughout the space.Under the impact of magic power, cracks appeared on the surrounding walls.The vibrations are getting louder and the tower is collapsing.

No, it's space that's shattering.

Under the tearing of countless magical powers, black cracks appeared one after another.That is the opening where the space is torn apart, anyone who encounters it will undoubtedly die.

Aiwen looked solemn, ignoring Harry, Sirius and Voldemort, he flew up high with Snape, trying to stay away from the space below and the out-of-control Snake Staff.

Soon after Voldemort disappeared, the magic got out of hand.

The magic he cast is falling into chaos.

The chaos is intensifying, and the magic power is destroying everything in the space.

Everything, including the space itself.

Ivan doesn't know what's going on?

Could it be that the powerful magical power of the double snake staff backfired Voldemort?He forcibly activated the Two Snake Wand, trying in vain to use the power of the Old Wand to master the wand and let it provide magical power to help him become an evil god, but Voldemort did not expect that the real owner of the Old Wand was Ivan.

Therefore, he suffered a backlash!

Or was Voldemort doing something to cause the magic to get out of hand?

In short, this cannot be a symptom of magic being completed, but the rhythm of collapse and destruction.Even Voldemort, under the tearing of this kind of chaotic magic power, is absolutely impossible to escape.

The current situation is far beyond Ivan's expectations, and he doesn't know what's going on. The out-of-control Snake Staff has become an unimaginable trouble.Before the magic catharsis fails, this place cannot be approached.He controlled the broomstick to keep going upwards until three figures appeared in the air.

It's Sirius, Harry, and Voldemort, and they don't look too good.All three seemed to be in a coma, or dead!

Voldemort killed Harry, Ivan can understand, but now... Voldemort's face is empty and dazed, his body is limp and weak, and his soul is lost in his monster-like body.Beside him, the Elder Wand fell together.

What happened between Harry and Voldemort?Did the two die together?The development of the matter is beyond Ivan's imagination. He has predicted many situations, but never such a situation.

Alvin swooped down, waving his wand.He restrained Sirius and Harry with the Levitation Charm, bringing them closer to him.

As for Voldemort...

When Ivan was about to cast a spell on him, his body suddenly changed.A black crack appeared behind Voldemort, like black lightning, or the most ferocious shark, devouring Voldemort, together with the Elder Wand.

Ivan blinked his eyes, he couldn't believe it, Voldemort really died like this?

At this moment, a shadowy figure emerged from Harry's body.

It was 15-year-old Riddle, who floated beside Ivan as if he had no weight.

"I can't feel the breath of the main soul anymore!" He said melancholy.