A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 548 The Last Horcrux

The wizards onlookers saw the old man with white beard coming out suddenly, with strong hope bursting out of his eyes, they whispered in unison, "Dumbledore." The side exploded.

He turned around sharply, "Dumbledore?"

At this time, an invisible sharp blade slashed towards Voldemort, the air was cut open, and Fiendfire was also split in two.

Voldemort turned his head and raised the snakewood staff. From the tip of the staff, luxuriant snakewood branches condensed. These branches were entangled with each other to form a sharp spear of astonishing length. Lix.

Felix flashed into the air like a fish and reappeared standing on the ground.He held a dagger in his hand—it was transformed from an ebony wand. The front end of the dagger was a transparent blade extended by magic power. Cutting curses flew towards Voldemort extremely swiftly, cutting the snake-like Twigs chopped.

"Principal Dumbledore?" Felix stopped, also showing a puzzled expression.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and walked towards Voldemort calmly: "You are destined to return disappointed today, Tom."

Voldemort returned a grim smile: "Dumbledore, you don't know what I have done and what I have gained, and you want to preach to me?" He took two steps back, letting Dumbledore and Felix be in his bed at the same time. In the field of vision, he tilted his head and smiled: "Two against one?"

Felix waved at him, "I'll rest for a while." He narrowed his silver-gray eyes and paced away.

Voldemort focused on Dumbledore, and raised his hand to release a deadly green light. Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, and the stone on the ground turned into a golden shield. There was a loud noise in the air, and the Killing Curse was blocked. up.

"Transfiguration," said Voldemort in disgust.

Bundy, the house elf in the crowd, nodded, "Nasty magic." Draco Malfoy glanced at him, but met a pair of frightening eyes. Back off annoyed.

But the house-elf didn't care, just stared at the battlefield, and whispered, "I hate Transfiguration, like brownie."

"Of course I know what you've done, Tom. You've just committed a horrific murder, and yet another innocent life has been lost because of you," said Dumbledore, approaching Voldemort step by step.Phoenix Fawkes circled above his head, making a soft cry.

"You know? Then you should know whose wand I am holding. You are no longer my match, Dumbledore. Try this!"

Voldemort raised the snake stick, his body leaned back slightly, and the magic power poured into the snake stick unscrupulously. He and the wand made a heart-pounding hiss at the same time, as if thousands of snakes were roaring, and the surrounding environment was weirdly distorted Get up, light and dark.

"Parseltongue!" Harry shouted nervously from the crowd.

"What did he say?" Ron yelled, covering his ears.The wizards onlookers either did the same, or resisted with silent or shielding spells, but the nausea lingered like tarsal maggots.

Fox flew over, uttered a shrill chirp, and sang loudly.The discomfort is gone.

People looked up-

"Avada Kedavra! (Parseltongue)" The evil hoarse voice continued to vibrate in the air, and countless solid ropes gushed out from the snakewood staff at an extremely fast speed, and the surrounding green lights converged into an ominous atmosphere The cloud group filled in the direction of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stopped suddenly, the ground under his feet undulated like waves, and earth dragons rolled over the ground, coiling into lumps that kept building up, like fast-growing ancient trees.Then powerful vines extended from the top of the ancient tree, and they all swiped towards Voldemort.

The ropes and green clouds along the way were swept away one after another, and Felix felt relieved.

But Dumbledore was not easy either. Most of the dirt vines broke off and fell from a height of hundreds of feet and smashed into pieces, lifeless like a shattered pillar. Fortunately, the characteristic of Transfiguration is that as long as the magic power can keep up , the deformation can be maintained continuously, and these shattered pillars are recondensed into shape under Dumbledore's control.

Voldemort was overwhelmed and disappeared in place.

"Bang bang bang!" The continuous offensive completely smashed the remaining twisted ropes and green clouds.

Dumbledore was panting slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead were strangely smoothed out, and he suddenly looked younger by several years.The scene quieted down, and Voldemort looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. He had already overestimated the old man, but Dumbledore's strength once again broke his perception.

Could it be that he didn't use his full strength more than ten years ago?
Voldemort felt intensely humiliated, and with it came terror.But then, his eyes froze, "Your hand!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, and the wrinkles on his forehead disappeared again. Now the change was more obvious, even Harry could see it. "How did Principal Dumbledore's face look younger..." Ron muttered softly.Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively thought this was not normal.

Hermione's eyes widened, and she let out a short gasp.

Felix was also startled. Dumbledore's magic had permanently changed the terrain, but such a powerful transfiguration... He suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said before, the "special method" used to defeat Voldemort.

He stared at Dumbledore's stretched eyebrows, wondering what price to pay?
Voldemort didn't notice these subtle changes, and all his attention was on Dumbledore's dry, charred hand, or rather, on the inconspicuous black stone ring on his hand.

His face contorted immediately.

"Tom, you are so arrogant, thinking that no one can discover your secret." Dumbledore said calmly, while waving the Elder Wand, the ground suddenly sank downward, and Voldemort was sucked in by a strong suction force, But before he disappeared, he was still staring at the ring on Dumbledore's hand, his snake-like pupils trembling involuntarily.

Horcruxes, his Horcruxes.

Dumbledore found out!He turned to look at Felix, and Felix looked solemn.

The next second, Voldemort was pulled into the vortex.

For an instant, the battle seemed to be over.The scene was quiet for a few seconds——

"Is he dead?" a wizard asked tremblingly.

"No." A voice said without thinking.The nearby wizards all glared at the speaker. It was Harry, clutching his forehead with a painful expression on his face.

Voldemort's mood swings were too violent for him to ignore.Images appeared in Harry's mind. They were Voldemorts of different ages, and they all had one thing in common, that is, committing horrific murders without hesitation...

Then the scene changed abruptly: Voldemort, whose facial features were blurred like wax, handed a diary to the blond young man, who accepted it obediently;

Voldemort, who failed to find a job, appeared in the Room of Requirement, put a crown on the garbage mountain, and showed a smug smile on his face;
A pale hand drops a black gem ring in an abandoned hut;
The Slytherin locket was thrown into the glowing green liquid;

A baby-like hand caresses a giant python, and a grim voice calls it "Nagini..."

As well as the familiar woman who appeared in sight, holding up a golden cup excitedly, from the reflection reflected in her pupils, it can be confirmed that this scene happened not long ago...

Dumbledore struggled to control the magic.The earth continued to crack, and thorns pierced out of the ground one after another, and there was a creepy muffled sound from the tightening vortex. Then, Voldemort reappeared, looking a little embarrassed, with scars drawn on his face and body. A few holes.

The snakewood staff in his hand groaned softly, and the gleaming green light covered his whole body along his pale hands, and the wound on his face was healed.He stared at Dumbledore and made a "hiss" sound from his mouth, the feeling just now appeared again, the snake wooden staff trembled, as if thousands of snakes were echoing him.

"Ah-Casali-Diss--"

"Be careful, Headmaster Dumbledore, he wants to curse in Parseltongue—"

"Shut up, Harry!" Dumbledore yelled.

The next second, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, and Harry found himself locked in a circle surrounded by a monster with red eyes.

The monster was like some kind of sticky glue, or a parasite, so tightly entangled with him that Harry didn't know which was his body and which was the monster's body. Harry was trapped inside, Just like Voldemort just fell into the swamp deeper and deeper, but he has no ability to escape by himself.

The scar on his forehead was hurting more than ever, and Harry felt like he was going to die, which was fine, at least it was a relief from the pain.It's just that all this is out of his control, the monster spoke, and it used its own mouth, so Harry could only feel his mouth opening and closing in extreme pain.

The outsiders were taken aback, "Invisibility? Or did the apparition escape?" The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic looked around, when Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted stiffly, his neck lifted up like a snake, his pupils I don't know when it turned into the vertical eyes of a snake.

"Harry?" Sirius called.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore?" came a hoarse voice from Harry's mouth, just like Voldemort.

Onlookers backed away in panic.

"What's going on, that kid..."

"What's wrong with him?"

"No, that voice—"

Another circle of people came around, Dumbledore bent down, and looked into Harry's snake-like eyes, he said hurriedly: "Harry, cheer up, don't forget who you are!"

"Who am I?" 'Harry''s eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his mouth hissed, "Of course I'm the greatest Dark Lord in history—"

"My God! That boy is possessed!"

Dumbledore put his arms around Harry's shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "You are Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily, think of them, Harry, they must be proud of you if they are still alive! And Your friend from school, Harry! Remember who you are!"

Harry found himself trapped in the endless darkness, his consciousness was blurred with pain, he felt himself falling... Then, he heard a vague voice, it was Dumbledore, he was calling his name .

what's my name

Harry's memory is a little fuzzy, is he Tom Riddle, or Harry Potter?

"Harry, cheer up!" Hermione said anxiously, "Think about Sirius, think about Remus, think about Hagrid..." She called out the names of the people Harry was most familiar with, endlessly. In the darkness, Harry regained consciousness.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said to himself, and he looked up at the red-eyed monster clung to him. "You are Voldemort."

Outside, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Sirius, and Dumbledore surrounded Harry tightly, calling his name non-stop.Alimia Bones looked worried, but turned her head and shouted: "All Aurors, separate the surrounding area, stay alert, and the therapist is in place."

The house elf Bundy watched this scene, and when the others panicked, he seemed a little too calm, "It's really scary..." At this moment, a figure suddenly staggered towards him, and Bundy said indifferently. He raised his head, and found that it was the young man who had wrapped himself up tightly, only showing half of his pointed and thin chin.

"Student?" He muttered, snapped his fingers, and disappeared suddenly.

Draco Malfoy was pushed and fell to the ground by the crowd, and seeing Harry's face contorted in pain through the messy gap, his heart also trembled.He was so frightened that he couldn't get up at all, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain that person his age was suffering.

He saw Harry's mouth open and his eyes turn emerald green again.

"Get out of my mind, Voldemort!"

Harry's roar spread far away, his fist hit the ground, the ground trembled strangely, and the pebbles on the ground jumped up one after another.

"Hiss... I am you, Harry Potter is our common name..."

"No—it's not—" Harry gritted his teeth, struggling to break free from the red-eyed monster's arms.

"Get out of - my - brain -"

He hammered the ground with one fist after another, and his arms made a huge roar like a drumstick, as if hitting people's hearts.

"God, look at that boy, what did he do—"

"Unbelievable!"

"Who is he?"

"It works. Continue to wake Harry up. This is a contest of will." Felix stood behind the crowd, his eyes changing colors like a revolving lantern. Silk.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville shouted eagerly, chattering—

"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom, Harry, you taught me magic, remember?"

"Think of Ginny, Harry! Don't you want to see her?" cried Hermione.

"Let's fly across half of England in a car together—" Ron was stunned for a moment, staring at Harry, unable to speak, "Merlin's socks, you and Ginny? When did that happen? "

Finally, a cloud of black mist rushed out of Harry. Felix reached out to reach for it, but he missed it. He threw out another cloud of silver filaments. The ground reverted to Voldemort's body in the air.

His snake face is like wearing a mask, and it can accommodate too many emotions at the same time, joy, anger, sorrow, joy...

He gave Felix a savage look, and disappeared without warning.

Felix didn't care about Voldemort's vicious eyes, and thought silently: "It seems to have some effect, but it's not obvious...Is the emotion I chose wrong? What could it be, Horcrux...The soul is complete...Repentance? Repentance !"

He originally wanted to try to see if emotions could have an effect on Voldemort. If it was useful, he could conduct targeted research.But he suddenly had a new idea:

Horcruxes are a way of splitting the soul to gain immortality. The price is of course suffering the pain of splitting the soul, becoming less and less human, and the resulting instability of the soul.This is why Harry became a half-horcrux-when Voldemort was hit by a rebounding Killing Curse at Potter's house in Godric's Hollow, a fragment of Voldemort's soul was also blown away, attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house. on the soul.

And Voldemort didn't even notice the process.

Of course, it is not impossible to make his soul whole again, Felix thought.According to the notes on the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic", "true repentance" can allow the split soul to return to its original body, but the pain that comes with it is destructive.

It is estimated that Voldemort did not intend to try this approach.But he doesn't want to, other people can help.

The specific method is to capture Voldemort, the kind who wants to live and has no ability to resist.Then brainwash desperately, or create feelings of repentance... But this method is no easier than killing Voldemort directly.

Harry lay panting on the ground, shivering with cold, and then he found himself levitating on a stretcher, with footsteps all around him, Harry was about to say something, and then his mind was spinning.

He heard someone talking above his head, but he couldn't tell who it was, it might have been Headmaster Dumbledore, or Professor Hemp, or it might have been Ron and Hermione.He opened his eyes, his vision blurred.A hand stretched out towards him, hanging the glasses on his ear, and the environment suddenly became clear.

Dumbledore's nose was close at hand, and when he looked up he could see concerned blue eyes looking at him.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Fine," said Harry, slightly embarrassed. "Drink him, boy, it will make you feel better." Harry looked up, and it was Mr. Slughorn who was speaking, holding a glass bottle the size of a thumb in his hand, looking at himself with a very complicated expression , There was chagrin in his eyes, but also admiration.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled, drinking the potion.

He found himself lying in a makeshift tent with a school badge on the wall, and after staring at it several times, he realized it wasn't the Hogwarts school badge - although it looked like it, it was the school badge of Ilvermorny .

Harry suddenly realized that this was Headmaster Ilvermorny's tent.Thinking that the headmaster had been killed by Voldemort, he felt uncomfortable for a while, so he hated Voldemort for doing all this even more.His consciousness became more and more blurred, and a flash of light flashed in his trance, and he suddenly remembered the memory of Voldemort he had seen before.

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's arm and said inarticulately, "Cup—Berratt Hicks."

"What? Harry, what are you talking about?" Dumbledore lowered his head.

"Bellatrix! He gave the Cup to Bellatrix Lestrange!" Harry yelled, before passing out completely.

　Let me explain to everyone here that Grindelwald is not Bundy the house elf, he sees all this through Bundy's eyes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)