The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 154 Love

Hermione slowly got up from the puddle on the ground.

She released the Iron Armor Curse to the limit just a moment ago, so she was not injured.

"Harry, wake up!"

In the direction of the Slytherin statue with Hermione's back turned, the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

"Think about our time together, think about our Hogwarts adventures."

"We're friends."

At the moment that no one could notice, Harry's face revealed a look of pain, and his eyes were full of struggle.

"Kill her!" Riddle hurriedly manipulated Harry, making a hissing sound.

The bloody basilisk moved its body in pain, and slowly rushed towards Hermione.

"Hermione, keep talking." Ron clutched his chest and slumped behind the stone pillar.The tone of speech has become weak.

"Melda said that the Imperius Curse can be broken."

"Harry!" Hermione said with tears in her eyes.

She was leaning against the ruins, completely unaware of the danger behind her.

"Danger!"

Draco, who had been hiding behind the stone pillar, jumped out suddenly, and he ran in the direction of Hermione.

After crossing the stone pillars one by one, he opened his arms and threw Hermione down.

And the next moment, the huge head of the basilisk knocked Hermione's original hiding place into pieces.

"boom!"

Draco, who flew over, looked from under the basilisk's protruding body, and locked on to Harry at a glance.

His eyes were full of tenderness, and he unconsciously called out, "Harry!?"

Then the basilisk in the water looked directly at his eyes, and the gray stone slowly spread, starting from the chest, until those affectionate eyes lost their luster.

"Stupid boy!" ps: corresponds to Stupid girl.

"boom!"

The bombed body of the basilisk finally couldn't hold on after being hit by the falling gravel.

It staggered and stretched its body, struggling continuously, let out a roar, and fell down among the ruins.

"Humph!"

Riddle looked at the fallen basilisk without hesitation.

Still turning the wand in his hand, he said leisurely, "How do you understand the fragile heart of a 'savior'?"

"Oh! My dear Harry Potter, compared with his friends, he is so bleak, no parents, no family, living alone in the closet.

Like a house elf.

His three friends, one is a genius, one is quite smart, and one has a happy family.And him?Just an ordinary person.

He lost points to the academy, so he had to pretend to be a clown every day to earn points. He was framed, and although he tried his best to refute it, it was useless.

Most importantly, he lost his friend.

He put his friends in danger."

"No, Harry, it's not your fault!" Hermione, who was hiding behind the rubble, screamed loudly.

Her voice was hoarse and haggard.Wanting to get back Harry's sleeping soul.

"mistake?"

There was a cruel look on Riddle's face, and the dark green pupils were full of dangerous desires.

"Of course it wasn't his fault."

Through the Imperius Curse, Riddle saw part of Harry's memory, past memory.

In his memory, he was weak and lonely. His Muggle relative beat and scolded him. During the years of Harry's life, he was isolated, bullied, abused, deceived, even starved and beaten.It's nothing more than normal.

Even Voldemort had to say that Harley's childhood was pretty much the same as what he faced in the orphanage, and she was even more miserable.

How could such a person be full of justice?Want to protect those Muggles?

She should have hit them back with cruelty just like herself, made them shut up forever, then stepped on their bones, sat on the throne, and lived forever.

"It is this world stained by dirty blood."

Riddle suddenly opened his arms and declared enthusiastically: "This world should be purified, those inferior blood should die, and pure blood is the new future that continues the truth."

Such crazy words naturally made Hermione doubt the identity of the person who controlled Harley.

"who are you?"

"I?"

As she spoke, Harry's head lifted unconsciously, and a thick black smoke emerged from her mouth, nose, and eyes.

The black mist slowly circled and gathered above Harry's head, and a pale and handsome man emerged.

His unruly eyes were full of madness.

"I am! Voldemort!!!"

The black mist spewed out suddenly, submerging the entire stone chamber almost instantly, and then Voldemort manipulated the black mist to catch the few mice hiding in the shadows.

The transfigured hand pinched Hermione Ron's neck tightly.

His eyes didn't stay on Hermione, but stared directly at Ron. "I'm giving you one last chance to surrender to me. Pure blood shouldn't be with rats."

Ron, whose neck was tightly pinched, couldn't speak at all, his abdomen was obviously sunken, and blood was constantly protruding from the corner of his mouth.

But Ron still stared at Voldemort.

He who can't speak.

With difficulty, he raised his right hand and raised his middle finger.

In the mouth, saliva and blood were intertwined, and a letter was barely spat out: "F"

"Humph!"

"In that case."

Voldemort's face changed back to a cruel background, and he manipulated Harry's arm holding the wand to lift up.

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

A shrill green light came from the end of Harry's wand, accompanied by a messy sound.

As if an invisible god of death flew through the air holding a scythe, a breath of death instantly flooded Ron and Hermione's bodies.

"boom!"

The sudden pale light directly dispelled the black mist controlled by Voldemort.

"what?"

It was Harley, except for Voldemort's phantom on her body.

Suddenly another phantom appeared.

It was a very beautiful woman, with long dark red hair and almond-shaped green eyes.

"It's you!"

Voldemort stared at the woman frantically, the murderous intent in his eyes had almost materialized.

"you again."

After Riddle took control of Harley's body, he discovered that there was still a fragment of his own soul on Harley's body.

Originally, he wanted to directly use this body to regenerate.

However, due to the existence of another piece of soul, he had to give up this idea.

For this reason, he had to find a new carrier again.

In many comparisons, the little Slytherin boy was undoubtedly the most suitable body.

Old blood, pure blood, born in Slytherin house.

Is there a better option than this?
That's why everything happened tonight.

It's just that he never expected that there would be a series of mistakes blocking his plan.

Now this nasty mudblood witch appeared again, and she appeared to hinder him again, how could this not make him not angry?
"Do you think that if you defeated Voldemort once by luck, there will be a second time?"

"Death!" A brand new magic spewed out from the end of Harry's wand, it was a white and blue lightning, it was a sharp sword against souls.

"Do not."

Harry's body began to tremble violently.Her consciousness constantly resisted Voldemort's Imperius Curse.

(End of this chapter)