[HP] End of Death

Harry opened his eyes and knew he had succeeded.But he also understood that Voldemort's consciousness had been awakened, and he had to act quickly.

Harry rolled his eyes and slowly sat up in bed.He rubbed his eyes and found that he could clearly distinguish the night scene.He looked down at his fingers, even in the middle of the night, they were pale, with prominent knuckles, slender and distinct.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took a black wizard robe from the coat rack next to him, and changed the nightgown on his body.Harry found Voldemort's yew wand on the table, took it out of the room, and walked softly to the first floor of Malfoy Manor.He didn't know the building structure here, so he could only look for the exit with inaccurate feeling and vague memory.

My brain was aching with heat, and my throat was swollen uncomfortably.Harry held onto a nearby tree, clutching at the dry bark.He had already walked out of the exquisite house of the Malfoy family, standing in the wind-blown courtyard, listening to the lonely sound of dry leaves rolling.

He took a long breath and walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard.The door was closed tightly, Harry took out his wand from his pocket and said "Ahola's hole", and the door opened silently.

Harry stepped out, and just as he took a step out of Malfoy Manor, his brain suddenly felt pain as if he had been hit hard, and the back of his head was scorching hot, making him almost unable to stand still.Harry squatted down, gritted his teeth to resist the pain, but the piercing pain kept pressing him, he scratched his face vigorously, he subconsciously felt that the touch of this face was a bit strange—smooth, Flat, without any unevenness.

The scene in front of him gradually faded away, another high-pitched and angry voice gradually became clearer and louder with the labor pain, and another dark scene appeared before his eyes.The severe pain tore his retina, and he even felt that he was not seeing things with his eyes, but through another invisible channel...

"How dare you, Potter! How dare you plot against me... how dare you..."

He stood in the darkness again, and this time he was not alone, with Voldemort in front of him and a firm grip on his neck.He was lifted up by him, and he kept kicking his legs, trying to break free from him, but the slender fingers were getting tighter and tighter.

"You think you're smart, huh? You think you can threaten me like this, don't you?" The man sneered, Harry's eyes rolled up, his hands became weak, and he gradually lost the strength to struggle.

What happens if you are killed in the conscious world?Maybe he will become a vegetable, maybe he will really die, but there is no doubt that this is his own doing, it is his actions that gave Voldemort this opportunity.

He barely lifted one leg and kicked Voldemort hard.The latter took a step back and loosened his hand a little. Harry broke away from him with all his strength and ran forward.

Harry ran wildly in the night, behind him was the sound of angry curses from a man.He felt that the whole world was turning upside down and burning, and later he realized that it was because his brain was heating up and fainting... He stood up, and he found himself standing on the dark street outside Malfoy Manor again, with the street lights stretched his shadow.He ignored the pain in his temple and Disapparated into place.

Harry swayed to the ground, breathing heavily.Just an apparition made him feel as if he had died once. He had a splitting headache, faint hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, and the ringing in his ears became louder and louder.

Diagon Alley was deserted, the shop windows and the street covered in gray-purple shadows like a soulless shell.All the shops are closed, only Gringotts, which is open 24 hours, is still lit, like a lighthouse in the dark sea pulling a lost boat.Barely pulling himself upright, Harry walked slowly towards it.

Gringotts is magnificent and huge. The tall pillars on both sides are engraved with the symbols of goblin coins and the images of several goblins. There are two rows of goblins in uniform sitting on both sides of the long hall.With drooping heads and glasses, they lowered their heads and were busy stamping the parchment.One of the goblins yawned, looked up, and his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of Harry inadvertently.He tugged on the sleeve of the goblin sitting next to him, and the goblin pushed him away impatiently, so he eagerly pulled it again...

He continued to walk forward, and the surrounding discussions became louder and louder. Almost all the goblins stopped their work and exchanged glances in horror.Harry's head hurt even more. He walked over to the counter, and the goblin sitting on the other side of the counter looked at him in fear, the hand holding the quill was shaking,

"Take me to the Lestrange family's vault." He looked down at him and said quickly, his voice urgent and harsh.

The goblin stared at him with eyes as big as copper bells, and now his thin, short legs were trembling, and Harry heard the heel of his shoe kick against the leg of the chair.

"This, this is not in compliance with the regulations..." He said tremblingly in a shrill voice, but before he finished speaking, a goblin with a big nose next to him pushed him off the chair and sat on Voldemort's chair. In front of him, he had a flattering face: "Oh, Dark Lord, don't worry about the pedantic Pippi, I'm happy to help you! Just let me take you there!"

Harry glanced at Pippi who was still struggling on the ground, and he shook his head desperately, with big tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.He raised his head, nodded proudly to the expectant elf, and said softly: "You are very sensible, very good... The Dark Lord will remember your achievements..."

The goblin laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth almost cracked his ears. He kept bowing to him, stood up from his seat, and led him to the path leading to the underground vault.

The fairies behind them silently watched them leave.

"Oh, Dark Lord, I'm so glad to be of service to you..." The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark underground cave, and the goblin pushed a small mine cart to him and motioned for him to sit behind.Harry stepped in slowly, remembering the first time he had been riding in this minecart with Hagrid when he was eleven years old.

The speed of the minecart was still astonishingly fast, and the stalactites and stalagmites passing by in front of him made him want to throw up.He pressed down on his forehead, and his head ached again, this time even more intense than the last, and Voldemort didn't seem to want to stop until he drove him out of his body.He leaned over, resting his arms on his forehead, trying to ignore the shouting and cursing.The man's cold anger made him ponder, and the speeding mine cart made him dizzy.

Why do goblins like to use such a thing?He thought wildly, couldn't they go slower, or set two speeds?

He felt his throat tighten, and the slender spider legs seemed to be entangled with it; and his blood gradually cooled, like hot wine that had been left for a long time, the bubbles surged in his veins, and then they flowed one by one Rupture, the pain of vibration carries the illusion of electric current.Harry bit his lower lip to keep himself from screaming, though the rumble of the wheels would certainly cover it all up.

The mine cart stopped in front of a huge vault, and the huge inertia almost threw Harry out.He got out of the car with a sigh of relief, shook his robe, and the goblin respectfully opened the door in front of him.

There is a faint yellow light inside the vault, and all the gold, silver and jewelry look extraordinarily thick and noble under the thin light, as if they have been asleep for a long time and will continue to sleep peacefully.

Harry caught sight of the gold Hufflepuff cup on the right wall, carved with ancient and intricate designs of badgers.His brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, which caused him to sway, and he clung to the door frame so as not to fall, but his right foot touched a pile of gold Galleons, and they were quickly copied and superimposed countless times. , blocking the road ahead.

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