The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 158 The Devil and the Savior
Harry was on the bunk opposite Ron.

Following Ron's lost eyes, he looked.

Melda saw the tightly wrapped Harley.

The white sheets bound her limbs tightly to the hospital bed without using any spells.

And Harry was opening those confused and empty eyes at this moment.Staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Harry!"

Melda called softly.

He didn't understand why Harley was tied up.

Until Harry's sudden convulsions and convulsions, she twisted her limbs and struggled on the bed.

She seemed to feel that her body was bound, but she couldn't escape, so she could only groan in pain.

"Harry, what's wrong with her?"

Hermione asked distressedly.She wanted to help Harley, but was caught by Mr. Septimus.

"The doctor said that this is the aftereffect of the Imperius Curse. The child's consciousness is very confused now, and she may wake up in a second, maybe" Mr. Septimus stopped suddenly when he said this.There was a sudden dead silence in the ward.

After a brief silence, Hermione cried out in a wailing voice: "No"

"How could this be?" Melda asked in a daze.

He walked over slowly, sat by Harry's window, and held her hand tightly.

Her hands are so cold.

Holding Harry's hand, his first reaction was that he was so cold.

"No! @#￥%..." Harry rolled on the hospital bed, muttering to himself continuously.

Seeing Hari's painful appearance, Melda also felt a sense of empathy.

He didn't know her current state, and he hadn't studied the Imperius Curse himself.

Because of the magic pupil skills, he is almost immune to any kind of mind control.So I didn't care about an Imperius Curse at all.

However, whether it is the original work of the previous life or the huge knowledge reserve in his head.They all told him that the Imperius Curse shouldn't have such power.

unless
Is Harley the same as she was before, with an incomplete soul, or is she under attack?
Under attack?

Could it be Voldemort's soul fragment?
Thinking of this, Melda quickly and carefully felt the magic power in Harry's body.

Harley's magic is different from all others, and there is Lily's love in her magic, which is an unusually warm and soothing feeling.

This is probably the only reason why she didn't become like Voldemort after being abused by Dursley as a child.

Sure enough, the problem appeared here.

Melda had already thought about it.

The protective spell of love in Harley was almost gone.This made Harry somewhat unable to suppress Voldemort's soul.

But it's also possible that it was instigated by Tom Riddle in the diary.

Otherwise, the remnant soul of Voldemort in Harry's body has not moved for more than ten years, so why is it reacting so violently now.

In the void Harley was also dreaming in her dream.

Maybe hallucinations.

She seemed to hear it in the distance.

Right there in the mist, some kind of whisper came out.

It was like a child muttering to himself while he was asleep, but it was not the same when he listened carefully.

She got up instinctively and walked towards the mist, but as she kept approaching for no reason, an unprecedented fear gradually sprouted in her heart.

Suddenly a faint light hit, which made her stretch out her hands to cover her eyes,

After her eyes slowly adapted to the light, her vision suddenly opened up.

This is a hall, covering an extremely large area.

Looking up, there are probably hundreds of round storage tanks scattered here.

Harry stepped forward curiously, reaching out to sweep the dust off the storage pipes.

Suddenly a dry corpse hit the glass with a bang.

He stared at Harry with eyes that were almost falling off.

The rotten jaw bumped up and down, as if he was talking, but he was without flesh and blood, no matter how much he vented, he couldn't make a sound.

"what!"

With a yell, Harry backed away abruptly, but unexpectedly fell to the ground, and she staggered and lowered her head.

In an instant, the fear that rushed to her face appeared in her sight without any warning.

I saw that the storage tank was full of corpses, one after another, spread all over the floor.

It's hardly even a place to get down.

On the walls and on the ground, there was a viscous, dark green liquid everywhere.

In the disgusting pile of slime, there are black and red flesh and blood fragments.

The skeletons all over the floor are covered with all kinds of worms.A suffocating stench filled the room.

Harry could no longer feel the presence of his legs.

She could only let her feet step on the bones that had been bitten by rodents, and move on.

It went on like this for another three or four minutes, just as she was on the brink of collapse.

The horror in the middle of the hall was finally fully presented in front of her.

"No, no, no."

Harry backed away again and again, her face was completely bloodless at this moment.The trembling white teeth bit their lips lightly.A pair of clear eyes widened.

Harry only felt that his eyes turned dark, and she knew that this was a precursor to fainting. At this moment, she wished so much that she could faint and escape from the vestibule of hell temporarily, but unfortunately she couldn't.

"Damn, what is this?"

The dim light flickered, and the center of the hall was densely packed with all kinds of human skeletons, old, young, male, and female.And this seems to be a slaughterhouse where the devil tortures mortals.

Those poor guys, they were forced to huddle together tightly, one circle after another.There are many mountains and mountains, as if this is a hill made of bones.

"why?"

"what sound?"

Harry was taken aback, and a blasphemous sound like a knife cutting through glass rang in her ears.

"Go away, go away!!!"

Her fragile nerves finally could no longer bear the fear in front of her.She frantically ran towards the opposite side of the Mountain of Bones.

As her footsteps accelerated crazily, the hall shattered like shattered glass.

But that blasphemous voice followed like a shadow.That ear-piercing voice sounded inexplicably magnetic and sad to her.

It seems to come from beyond the galaxy, from the other side of time, in that dark hall, at the end of everything.

In the kaleidoscope-like reality where light and shadow intersect, the ultimate fear gradually surfaced.

"Why don't you... still... die?"

"Tom!!!"

"what!!!"

The scream before death, like spurting blood, came out of Harry's mouth frantically.

Those corpses got up tremblingly, and walked towards Harry step by step like walking corpses.

Every time you take a step, a piece of flesh and bone full of maggots will fall.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Harley backed away in horror, but fell down again. She suddenly looked at the empty storage tube on the right, and saw an iron plate with a name engraved on it, which was rusty and covered with bright green moss .

"Harry Potter?"

Harry mechanically read out the name on the iron plate.

His gaze fell on the glass of the storage tube.

It was a handsome boy with black eyes, tall, pale face, and finely carved features.

He was looking at her with a sneer on his face.

No, not right.

That's her face.

Harry touched his cheek in horror, but found that the sneer at the corner of his mouth couldn't stop no matter what.

(End of this chapter)