Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The Death Eaters paced around the golden wire cage, all looking up at the two people in the golden cage who were dueling in strange postures.

They didn't know what their master and Harry were doing, but they could probably guess that they were doing something new to them.

near?The Death Eaters didn't dare to do so, and their colleagues who tried to help but were wounded were vividly remembered.

Regardless of the Death Eaters scurrying around like headless flies, Soul quietly looked up at the duel between Harry and Voldemort, waiting for the light bead to get close to Voldemort's wand and completely connect with it.

The light bead was only a few inches away from Voldemort's wand. It didn't stop, it was still moving, very slowly, but the journey would eventually end.

A scream of great pain resounded from the golden cage, echoing over the cemetery, and then Soul saw Voldemort's eyes widen in surprise.

The bead of light disappeared, sinking into the tip of Voldemort's wand.

Voldemort's wand stopped shaking, and a thick and huge cloud of gray mist emerged from there, and then quickly dispersed into several smaller groups of gray mist.

Vaguely, you can see that each small cloud of gray mist has a different face.

An old man, leaning on a cane, looked surprised. He glanced at Harry, moved his lips quickly a few times, and then pounced on Voldemort.

There was also a witch wearing a wizard's robe. She was slightly fat, with hair reaching her shoulders. Her face was half confused and half confused. She turned her head left and right on the spot, and then she also pounced on Voldemort.

There were several figures behind him, but Soul couldn't see clearly and could only see two faces. One looked very similar to Harry, but his eyes were brown.

The other face was very beautiful, like a bouquet of lilies blooming on the wilderness. She gently touched Harry's face, and then rushed towards Voldemort without hesitation.

Soul could see water glistening in Harry's eyes.

The figures made of gray mist surrounded Voldemort, preventing him from seeing Harry.

The golden thread suddenly disconnected.

The light network also disappeared, and only the phoenix's song was so faint that it floated in the air without completely dissipating.

Harry let out a loud roar, landed on the ground and ran wildly, knocking the two Death Eaters aside, using all his strength to quickly get closer to the trophy and Soul's body.

Shrouded in gray mist, Voldemort couldn't see clearly what was happening, but he could hear Harry's footsteps.

He shouted wildly, his tone full of violence.

"Stop him! Stop him! Knock him out!"

The bewildered Death Eaters reacted, and the curse streaked across the sky, but then Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"Keep him alive! I will kill him with my own hands. He is my prey, he is mine! Get out of the way!!"

Under the spells flying in the sky, Harry quickly used the skills he had trained in Quidditch and used the tombstones of unknown dead people to avoid the flying spells.

"Boom, click..." The stone tablet shattered, and the sound of explosion resounded over the cemetery.

Worthy of being Gryffindor's best seeker, Harry's skills had long been honed in the trackless Quaffle. There was no Stunning Curse or Obstacle Curse to stop his steps, and at the same time, he didn't He forgot to use his wand with his backhand to set an obstacle for the Death Eaters who were chasing after him.

Although these few spells that Harry only knew could not stop a few Death Eaters, they also bought him some time.

Harry stepped over a large piece of debris, the curse passing over his head like a shower of light.

Sur watched him getting closer and closer to him, oh no, it was his own body. '

At this time, Voldemort finally got rid of the entanglement of the gray fog. No, it should be said that the gray fog's time was up and they dissipated on their own.

"Go away, I want to kill him, he is mine." Voldemort raised his wand and strode towards here.

It was also at this time that Harry jumped up to Sur's body and grabbed the arm of the body.

Another round of light rain came over, and several streams of light passed through Sur's translucent body.

Voldemort and his men came closer, with only an unknown person's tombstone separated from Harry. The corners of Voldemort's mouth twisted into a sinister smile, and he raised his wand, with green light flashing between his wands.

"Here comes the trophy!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light pierced the air.

Voldemort's movements were already very fast, but what was even faster was the door key attached to the trophy. Sur was a step late when he saw the green light, and it hit the ground heavily, shattering into a pool of green light, like Someone sprinkled a layer of glow-in-the-dark green dye on the weeds.

Harry and his body were gone.

"Damn...you bunch of pigs! Have you forgotten how to fight after more than ten years of cultivation? You let Potter go, ah!!!"

Voldemort was so angry that he raised his wand high, and bursts of red fire burst out from the wand, blowing the place to pieces.

But the protagonist of our book, Soul Bones Ellison, blinked blankly in mid-air.

Wait...my body is gone, which is fine, but...that...

And me?

……

Sur was dumbfounded. This was different from what he expected. According to normal circumstances, he should go back with his body. However, his guess was obviously wrong. His body was taken away, but his soul stayed behind. In place.

There must be something wrong with this.

Am I dead?Is this book finished?

……

Harry had run away, taking the Triwizard Cup and Soul's body with him, and Voldemort had successfully completed the resurrection ceremony and came to the world.

Although he was very angry at his men for not keeping his old enemy Harry Potter, he still had some sense in him. He just punished his men with a few rounds of the Cruciatus Curse, and then messed up the cemetery.

"Go to the place you prepared for me, Lucius," he said.

"Yes, Master."

The frightened Death Eaters naturally did not dare to say anything, and they followed the figures of Lucius and Voldemort and disappeared in this already chaotic area.

The crackling sound like the explosion of firecrackers gradually disappeared in the air.

A gust of wind blew, and Sur sat down with a sad expression. He did not sit on the soil, but was held firmly in the air.

The current situation is not within the scope of his cognition.

The teacher never taught me this? !Didn't Dumbledore say he could save my life?

Have I been fooled by Old Bee again?

At this time, he glanced at something from the corner of his eye, and Suer paused in shock.

This is...

Under the reflection of the remaining fluorescent green light from the magical effect of Avada chewing the big melon, a long wooden stick lay there quietly.

Sur was very familiar with this stick. It was the wand that had been with him day and night since he came into contact with magic.

Before he had time to think about the connection between his wand and his situation, there was a slight explosion in the air, and Soul followed the sound.

someone is coming.

He was tall, with a bronze mask on his face, a black robe and a hood on his body.

Voldemort's men?Death Eaters?

What's he doing back here?

No, it's not...