The Necromancer of Hogwarts

"dumbledore"

Harry flapped his wings behind his back and looked at Dumbledore standing in mid-air in shock. Instead of the arrogance he had when he had just defeated Ron and Malfoy, Harry looked a little more frightened. .1kanshu

Whether it is the fragment of Voldemort's soul that exerts influence on Harry, or Harry himself, both respect and fear Dumbledore.

In every sense of the word, Dumbledore was the person who influenced their lives.

When he discovered Dumbledore's arrival, Harry had already assumed a posture of facing an enemy.

Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I thought you would get lost, Harry, but I was wrong."

"It seems I have to take coercive measures. Originally I thought I didn't have to do this."

"You want to kill me, Dumbledore," Harry said with violence in his eyes, "You hypocritical guy"

Dumbledore looked at Harry calmly, "I gave you a chance. No matter when, as long as you still have a trace of kindness in your heart, things will never come to a point where I need to take action."

Harry sneered, "You gave me a chance and you wanted me to be kind to Dumbledore. Your hypocritical words make me sick."

"From the very beginning when you threw me into the Dursleys' place, you didn't care about anything that happened next, and you allowed me to be violently treated. You never thought of giving me a chance.

There is obviously so much gold in my vault, but I can't even eat, and I have to be locked in a cupboard.

Where is the opportunity you gave me?”

"I have grown up in indifference and discrimination from such a young age, but you still want me to be a good person, hahahaha, Dumbledore, is this the chance you gave me?"

"I remember what you were doing at that time, the weird old woman near my house, and the hooting of owls that can always be heard near my house at night. You sent someone to monitor me, right?"

"Then since you know that I live in such an environment, well, great Dumbledore, why don't you rescue me? Why do you let me live such a life of dependence on others? I am obviously rich, and the Potter family is obviously rich. With so much property, why can’t a penny be spent on their suffering heirs?”

"You basically want to mold me into a person who lacks love, so that you can win me over with a little favor, right, Dumbledore."

The tip of Harry's wand was filled with dark green magic.

As the hatred in his heart expanded, and as the anger in his heart continued to rise, the dark green magic became more dazzling.

Dumbledore frowned and said, "Harry, the fragments of Voldemort's soul are constantly resurrecting in your body."

"You have to eliminate his influence."

Harry Potter sneered "Voldemort's influence. You think I don't know that Voldemort is exerting influence on me."

"Dumbledore, do you really think you are the only one who knows everything?"

"Of course I know who that thing that keeps talking in my ear is, but I'd love to see it happen."

"Compared with your hypocritical love and justice, Voldemort's evil seems magnanimous. I, Harry Potter, would rather be controlled by Voldemort than be manipulated by you."

boom

More powerful magic appeared in Harry's body, flowing into his body from the scar on his forehead.

This magic power far exceeds that of ordinary adult wizards in both quality and quantity. It is simply terrifying magic power for a young wizard of Harry's age.

Under the shroud of this magic, Harry only felt a darkness cover him silently.

His own consciousness was gradually fading away, sinking into a black abyss, allowing the tide to submerge him.

"That's enough, Harry, let me come, let me come"

"You are already very tired. Relax your mind and let me help you deal with Dumbledore."

"Sleep peacefully, and when you wake up, everything will be over, and you will be truly free."

A bewitching voice sounded in Harry's ears, and a smile appeared on Harry's lips.

"Voldemort, you want my body"

"It doesn't matter, take it, take it. I just want revenge, revenge against Dumbledore."

"He can't even think of dictating my life like this. Not everything in this world will go as he wants."

The fragment of Voldemort's soul paused for a moment, then revealed its true form in front of Harry.

"So, as you wish, Harry Potter."

"You and I are one, and your wish is my wish."

"I accept your body."

The fragment of Voldemort's soul escaped from Harry's soul, becoming a parasite attached to Harry's existence, and in turn wanted to devour Harry's soul.

And Dumbledore, who had been watching this scene, also moved.

"We can't wait any longer. If this continues, another Voldemort will be reborn in Harry, and things will be really troublesome."

"Miracles really don't happen that easily. Harry, whether you can survive or not depends on your luck."

Immediately afterwards, a little golden-red spark burst out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and landed on the scar on Harry Potter's forehead.

Harry's body suddenly tensed.

He felt as if his head had been split in half by an ax falling from the sky, and then was stuffed into a ball of hot coals. The hot pain was driving him crazy. This was pain coming directly from his soul.

Golden-red flames began to spread over Harry's soul.

It burned Voldemort's filthy soul, and it did not let go of Harry's soul that was already entangled with Voldemort, killing them all without leaving any trace of Voldemort.

Two screams were heard, echoing in the alley.

Harry let out a shrill scream, and the pain of his soul being burned was indescribable. Even if he had experienced Xiang Yu's training, the pain was not on the same level at all.

The pain from his soul made Harry cover his head and roll on the ground, hitting the ground constantly, trying to disperse the pain, but to no avail.

Voldemort's soul attached to Harry's soul also screamed, and it was burned even more miserably than Harry's.

Streams of black blood gushed out from Harry's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. His body kept twitching, and then the twitching amplitude gradually became smaller and soon subsided.

The fragments of Voldemort's soul turned into black smoke and dispersed, having been completely eliminated.

But Harry's soul was also riddled with holes, and he came to his deathbed.

He could no longer see anything and entered into a strange feeling, feeling like he was about to fly away.

There was a place calling him, a crack that only Harry could see opened in the void, and bursts of suction emanated from it, trying to suck him in.

"Is that the underworld where I'm going to sleep?" Harry closed his eyes, "That's good, don't worry anymore, everything is over."

Dumbledore felt Harry's breath of life disappear, and he sighed softly.

"Harry, there is no resting place for your soul now."

"Since the evil god's tentacles have reached into the afterlife, the souls of the dead have become his food. The dead in the underworld will be tortured forever before they are completely devoured."

"No matter what, you are my student, and Ariana's lessons are enough."

"Rather than letting you be desecrated by evil gods in the underworld, I would rather have you completely dissipate into nothingness now."

Golden-red flames burst out from the top of the wand, shrouding Harry who was about to be sucked into the underworld.

Harry's soul opened his eyes, looked at the golden-red flames that enveloped him, and roared with resentment.

"Dumbledore, you are so cruel"

"I'm dead and you still don't let me go and want my soul to disappear.