HP: The Shadow Returns

A few minutes later, not knowing what Harry said, Ron couldn't bear it anymore and punched his thin face firmly.

"Aren't their sacrifices of any use?! Harry Potter! What are you talking about! How can you live up to their expectations! How can you live up to their sacrifices!"

Ron's sudden throwing action shocked everyone present, and then they stepped forward and pulled away the angry red-haired little lion.

The other protagonist, Harry Potter, fell to the ground like a dead body and never moved again, letting Ron beat himself, even if the muddy ground stained his cheeks, he didn't care.

When the puppet-like Harry was helped to the side by the pale Ginny to rest, the red-haired girl noticed that there was red blood pooling in his eyes.

She pressed against him, trying to warm Harry's insides.

Ginny looked at his very bad state and pursed her lips. Remembering her parents' advice, she hesitated again and again, but still spoke slowly and heavily.

"Harry, they didn't let me tell you. I think you have the right to know, actually."

"Sansaro Naccitan...is Huerta. I was controlled by her. I don't know why I only had this memory when Dumbledore died..."

Harry finally reacted when he heard the sound. He paused for a long time and turned his head slowly and stiffly.

Ginny stopped talking, took a breath, and opened her mouth with dilated pupils, as if she was frightened.

I saw that Harry's pale face that used to be sunny now only had a mechanical coldness. There was a long line of blood tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. Those emerald eyes seemed to contain a storm and were already filled with murderous intent.

"Can you say that again?"

.. ..

On the other side, everything seemed to have fallen asleep, and it was extremely quiet in the Jormungandr Manor.

In a specific dark room with no light, only a few snake-shaped candlesticks burned with light on the wall.

On the soft and wide big bed in the middle, the magic stone hangs high in the middle, constantly diffusing the energy in it to heal.

A girl with a beautiful face was lying in the middle of the slightly sunken big bed with a calm and peaceful expression. Her sacred appearance was like an inaccessible work of art.

However, it would be better if there were no traces of burning all over the body. There were even some unextinguished flames on it, and they were still burning in small clusters rooted there.

It seems to represent the never-ending will of the powerful white wizard.

Fortunately, the power of the magic stone is constantly dissipating these magic powers, and it looks much better now.

Not long after, the closed door was slowly opened, and Voldemort, still dressed in black robes, walked in gently. After turning around again and closing the heavy door, his painful scarlet eyes fell on the girl.

"Virta...."

His voice had become hoarse and low due to not resting for a long time. He walked over very lightly, dragging his robes. Voldemort repeated the same actions every day, and slowly and carefully sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the girl who still had no intention of waking up, his pale snake face was filled with regret, and he raised his hand to stroke Virta's overly soft cheek.

If he hadn't gone to the Ministry of Magic, Huerta wouldn't have been like this, injured by the last dying old thing using his last strength.

When they finally came back, the girl was already on the verge of losing her mind. She clutched her collar tightly, and her beautiful eyes quickly lost their light in his arms.

Then came the members of Hydra, and the animals and plants that had been assimilated one after another, including Theodore, fainted directly.

So far, there is no reaction at all.

But fortunately, the people who run the castle on a daily basis are normal. He doesn't need to worry too much, and he can still have a lot of time to see Virta.

Sadness flashed across Voldemort's face, and his pale and cold knuckles caressed the girl's body. He slowly and uncontrollably leaned down and kissed the bloodless cheek like a doll.

"Wake up..."

Suddenly, the flame of the candlestick on the wall flickered. Wilta closed her eyes tightly, but spoke two words in an extremely low voice with difficulty.

"elder brother..."

After hearing this, Voldemort grabbed her hand tightly, opened his eyes wide in surprise and responded nervously.

"I'm here...Virta, I'm..."

But after that, the surroundings became silent again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Virta?"

Of course, Voldemort would not give up this hope that was so close. He patiently pressed the other person's cheek and called the girl's name in Virta's ear again and again.

"wake up..."

But Huerta still didn't respond, just when he was about to feel cold again.

From the wounds on the girl's body, blazing fire suddenly burst out, and they continued to rise, directly wrapping him in it.

Voldemort did not escape because he could not feel any pain. These flames were like warm sunshine. While the Dark Lord was still feeling strange, he suddenly felt that his brain seemed dizzy.

The surroundings of his vision gradually filled with black. He subconsciously propped up his body with his arms and gasped.

But he couldn't resist the blackness in front of his eyes and fainted. He just lay down next to the girl, and the hands they held still didn't let go.

At this moment, these flames disappeared one after another very mysteriously.

The entire room returned to its initial silence. The red light on the surface of the magic stone flashed quickly, then slowly fell down and lay quietly above the two people's heads.

Everything looked fine.

Voldemort felt that his consciousness had been falling in the endless darkness, surrounded by water, but also like wind, mixed with some rustling murmurs and cries.

This voice is so familiar...

Then a sudden warmth enveloped him, and gradually, the sound of a flock of seagulls and the sound of waves hitting the rocks appeared in his ears.

The feeling of wetness in his palms suddenly woke up Voldemort. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the blue sky and white clouds directly came into view. He raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight and slowly sat up.

Wait, something seems wrong. Voldemort seemed to realize something and turned his pale and slender hands. He seemed to have turned into a child.

Voldemort slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the undulating sea water to take a look. What was reflected there was clearly his own appearance as a child. He couldn't explain how he felt when he saw himself like this.

And he seems to have no magic power anymore.

Touching the handsome and tender face in a complex manner, Voldemort hid his thoughts and raised his head and began to observe his surroundings.

This place... A trace of surprise flashed across his dark eyes. He knew this place very well. This was the place where he had terrorized those two idiots when he was in the orphanage.

What happened... Voldemort frowned, he must have fainted at the last moment.

Is it in Huerta's consciousness?

"brother"

The girl's clear and joyful voice sounded from the side, and Voldemort froze, turning his head stiffly and slowly.

I saw a girl standing on the hillside nearby, with shoulder-length black hair, slightly curved round eyes, two small dimples blooming on both sides, and a smile on her fair and delicate face.

Although the clothes on my body are old, they are very clean.

"Virta...."

The moment Voldemort saw the girl's appearance, his pupils couldn't help trembling, and his lips moved slightly as he murmured.

"Why did you come here again?"

As a child, Huerta walked over happily, as free as a dandelion blown by the wind, and the shell bracelet on her wrist made a crisp sound.

Tom just watched quietly. He could no longer control his emotions. He stepped forward and raised his hands to hug the girl into his arms, burying himself in her neck and smelling the reassuring smell.

"You're a little too strong, brother."

"I miss you, sister."