Soul shaping

Eyes, silver hair and long beard pure and bright.He gripped his wand tightly, his eyes piercing and angry.

"Dumbledore!"

Everyone stopped, with different expressions.The faces of the staff of the Ministry of Magic became ugly, but the tired faces of the members of the Order of the Phoenix showed joyful smiles.

Professor Black turned around, looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Long time no see, Dumbledore."

"It's been a long time. You should know why I came."

"Oh... so, do you want to fight to the death with me here?" Professor Black tilted his head and looked at him.

"Obviously I have no such intentions, and neither do you," Dumbledore replied calmly.That being said, both of them pointed their wands at each other, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"If not, Dumbledore... why don't we count to three and put down our wands together?" Professor Black suggested.

"It makes no sense at all, Riddle."

As soon as the words fell, Professor Black's face changed.Before everyone could react, the two of them fired the spell at the same time, and the beam of light hit the wall with white smoke.

The author has something to say: I found a bug and fine-tuned the content of Chapter 104, but it didn't have much impact.

☆, endgame

Everyone dispersed to avoid being accidentally injured. Harry found that the members of the Order of the Phoenix were gathered together and kept moving slightly with the change of Dumbledore's position.They were always within the range of Dumbledore's curse, but they were able to ensure that they were not injured, which made Harry suddenly understand their intentions.

Indeed, Dumbledore did not come to crusade against Professor Black, this is not their home field, they are in a weak position, and their chances of winning are very small.So he came here with only one purpose - to bring out the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry watched quietly as they fought fiercely, the flames were blazing, the battle between the two was no longer something they could intervene in, and the iron gates around the lamp sculptures were used as weapons, moving and twisting towards each other, It turned into swords, wind and iron rain and fell, clanging.

Professor Black also seemed to be aware of Dumbledore's intentions. He intentionally or unintentionally blocked the members of the Order of the Phoenix, preventing Dumbledore from taking advantage of it.And those members of the Ministry of Magic also tacitly stopped watching the battle and surrounded them again.

"Director, Director! Come and help!" The call of a Ministry employee woke Harry up, and he had no choice but to join them, even against his will.

They were able to fight calmly at the beginning, but as the physical strength of both sides declined and more and more wounded, the scene became chaotic.

Dumbledore also realized that he could not let Professor Black delay any longer. With a flick of his wand, a fiery white ball of light flew out, accurately passed over a Ministry of Magic employee, and enveloped Sirius and Lupine together. Shem then disappeared with the two of them.

Professor Black narrowed his eyes, and his strikes became more violent, while Dumbledore tried his best to find a gap to rescue the members of the Order of the Phoenix one by one.He knew he had to be fast, or the rest of his comrades would be caught in an even tougher fight.

Mr. Weasley was trying his best to resist the attack of the four people, and it seemed that he would not be able to hold on any longer.His arms were covered with bruises, and his robe was torn and torn and stained with blood, his own and others'.

A ball of white light came over the man's head, enveloping him completely, warm and reassuring.Knowing that he was saved, he turned his head and looked in Dumbledore's direction.Everything seems to have slowed down, and the face was blurred by the edge of the white light, leaving only flat dotted lines, dark eye sockets and mouth.He saw Professor Black's spell hit Dumbledore's chest heavily, and the old man leaned back, took two steps back and barely stood up straight.

Mr. Weasley instantly understood that Dumbledore had seen him in danger and would hurry up to save him.It wasn't a good time to launch a space spell just now, but he did it without hesitation.

Everything in front of him was covered by white light, and there was the whistling wind in his ears. He seemed to smell the sweet smell of rice and wheat in the field, and the sun was shining on his face wave after wave.It's like coming home.

Those who were sent back to 12 Grimmauld Place were able to rest, but the situation in the Ministry of Magic got worse.Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye Moody defeated many enemies and were injured a lot. Bill was barely holding on, and Percy and Mr. Weasley had been sent away.The members of the Ministry of Magic also suffered heavy losses, and they are all at the end of their battles.

Dumbledore found another chance to transfer Bill, but he also paid the price of being directly hit by the petrification curse on his right arm.He drew his wand out with his left hand without hesitation, and continued fighting.

Harry quietly moved to the edge of the battle line, everyone was fighting on their own, struggling, waiting for the end of the battle between the two.Professor Black has been delaying Dumbledore. He seems to be determined to keep a few members of the Order of the Phoenix here and deal with it impeccably.

Mad-Eye Moody and Professor McGonagall defended the enemy back to back. They looked at Dumbledore worriedly from time to time. In fact, they were not worried about whether they could escape, but the existence of Voldemort had always made them quite afraid.Professor McGonagall wanted to tell Dumbledore to leave several times. They would find a way to get out by themselves, but they were afraid of distracting him.

"We have to think of a way. It won't work like this." Professor McGonagall said in a low voice.

"Break out from that corner. I think that person hasn't moved for a long time." Mad-Eye Moody gestured with his eyes.The two nodded, and at the same time fired a stun spell to the northwest side.To their surprise, the man reacted quite quickly, almost reflexively dodging aside.Although the stun spell was dodged, it didn't affect their plan. The two rushed out of the crowd, and before they had time to rejoice, they saw Professor Black suddenly hasten his movements and forcefully repel Dumbledore at the risk of injury. .His wand was turned towards them, his eyes were terribly cold, as if touched.

"Avada—"

"Whoosh!" A ball of white light flew faster than he could utter the spell. Before the green light was sheathed, Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye Moody had disappeared into the air.

Professor Black turned and glared at Dumbledore.The latter looked terribly tired, but still stood tall.

Harry stood still and breathed hard, the series of changes just now made him a little bit overwhelmed.Just now, Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye Moody suddenly cast spells at him. Although he escaped narrowly, he still has lingering fears.

He looked in the direction of Professor Black and Dumbledore, but saw the two casting spells at the same time, and both spells hit each other accurately.Their bodies leaned back, and at the moment they leaned back, the wand in Professor Black's hand suddenly turned around, and a red light shot out, hitting Dumbledore's ankle.

"No—" He watched the old man fall, like a huge mountain finally collapsed, all the grief fell from every gap in the world like a catastrophe, blood and tears rolled endlessly.

He couldn't allow death to happen in front of him again, no matter what he had to do to stop it!

Professor Black was about to pursue the victory when a spell shot and knocked his wand into the air.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dumbledore cast a white ball of light on himself, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Professor Black stood still for a while, then picked up his wand from the ground.

"It can be withdrawn." He said coldly, Shinkenis immediately took the order and left with the scarred team.

Professor Black did not follow.He turned into a room on the right side of the corridor. The light in the room was not turned on and the light was dim.Standing alone by the window, the shadow on the ground is gray and blue and cramped.

He stood by the door without taking another step.The gray light blew endlessly in the [-]-square-meter space between the two of them, like a sailor pulling up a sail.

"Is there no better choice?" After a long time, such a fragile question almost murmured in his ears, and it drifted away with the wind.

"No more. Some laugh and some cry," he heard himself answer.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place was busy at the moment.Snape was so busy that he solemnly stated that he was not a doctor, and the treatment of wounds should be left to professionals, but obviously no one paid attention to this at this time.Fortunately, these wounded did not come at the same time, otherwise he would have been even less concerned.

When Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye Moody appeared in the hall, Snape couldn't separate himself from looking after them, so Riddle took over his job - Dumbledore received Snape's He was left here after the news.

The extra tables and chairs in the hall were put aside, and a few medical beds took up almost all the vacant seats.Ron, Hermione and others helped the wounded to the bed, while Riddle stood aside and carefully examined Mad-Eye Moody's wound.He hadn't done this kind of work before, but his foundation was still very good, and he got started quite quickly.

Moody's good and evil eyes stared straight at him as he applied medicine to a seared wound on Moody's arm.The potion fell on the torn skin and smoke rose, but he didn't say a word, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Are you afraid that I will do something secretly?" Riddle asked lightly.

"Oh, if I'm afraid of this, I will refuse to let you treat me." Mad-Eye Moody raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I'm just curious... very curious, I don't think you are a person who is easy to change , I never thought so."

"I thought so too, Mr. Moody."

"Then can you let me know what made you change?" Mad-Eye Moody's gaze was very sharp.

"Oh, you may know that it is a very mysterious and unfathomable thing." Riddle lowered his voice, "No one can escape its grasp, it can bring joy and pain to people, and it can also bring Come miracles. It is something that cannot be interpreted by magic... or rather, it is the most powerful magic."

"I think I know what you're talking about." Mad-Eye Moody nodded, his weird magic eye twitching, "It's incredible, incredible...but you're right, it does create Miracle."

A white light suddenly lit up in the hall, and a figure flashed in it.He took a staggered step and managed to stand still while leaning on the wall.Then his withered arm slowly dropped, like an iron ball falling to the ground, and his body slid down.

"—Dumbledore!"

Everyone panicked, Mr. Weasley and Sirius almost jumped out of the hospital bed, but Snape stopped them immediately.Snape put down the utensils in his hands, took off the dragonhide gloves, and together with Riddle, carried Dumbledore to the bed.He held his pulse, and the slight drumbeat he could hardly feel conveyed the tiredness of this body, and he frowned deeply.

"It looks pretty bad." Riddle observed Snape's expression.

"Dumbledore did it all to save us... he wouldn't have suffered such a serious injury!" Professor McGonagall's eyes were red.

"He has a lot of black magic burns on his body, some of which are even deep into the bone marrow... Black magic injuries are the most difficult to heal, and some have not yet found a cure." Snape began to heal him with a serious expression, "Speaking of Riddle , do you have any ideas..."

"I probably know what poisonous spells he has fallen into, which may help you." Riddle's face was also very ugly, "He must have met another me."

"Yes, we went well at first, but then Regulus came," said Mr. Weasley.

"Bang!" The door was knocked open suddenly, and Tonks ran in with her messy hair. She seemed to have no intention of playing with her hairstyle and makeup, and she was crying and extremely embarrassed.

"I just went to purchase and purchase the medicines I need... I heard, I heard... Remus..." She was out of breath, put her hands on her knees, and looked at everyone for help.

"Ah, Nymphadora..."

"That... Remus..."

"What's the matter with him?" A strong sense of uneasiness shrouded her heart, and she tremblingly walked towards the innermost hospital bed.The closer it got, the stronger the foreboding, and when she saw the pale, lifeless face, she couldn't help letting out the most miserable scream she could.

The greatest brokenness in life is nothing more than that.

☆, take care

However, what is still going on still has to go on, and what drives people forward is not only grief, but also a heart that is honed into steel day after day.When Sirius awoke from his coma, he surprised everyone with a message.

"Yaxley was disguised by Harry, and he used the compound potion." His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"What? How is this possible... Harry wouldn't do such a thing!"

"I wanted to believe him too, but I did see it. He came to arrest us when the 'Pool Project' failed, but his compound potion expired and he revealed himself." Sirius said weakly, " I'm pretty sure he's not under the Dementia Curse, and he doesn't appear to be under duress."

"But, how come..."

"At first I thought it might be Voldemort threatening him, but—but do you know why Remus died? It was because he cast the Cruciatus Curse on him, which affected his sanity and caused him to be a wolf on non-full moon nights." No matter what his reasons are, I can't understand, and I can't forgive him." After finishing this sentence, Sirius pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.And Mundungus, who has passed the dangerous period, also said: "He did the injury on my eye, and he also caught Bill at that time... Wasn't he also there when Percy was injured before, and blocked it?" Sirius and Remus, they failed to save people in time..."

The expressions on everyone's faces gradually became complicated, some were gnashing their teeth, some were at a loss, and some still refused to believe the facts.

"Harry... why did he become like this...?" Ron clasped the hem of his clothes tightly with his hands, his eyes fell on the bed of his father and two brothers, trembling.

"Maybe he was brainwashed by Voldemort... I think. His powers are much stronger than they should be at this age...Maybe, I mean maybe, Voldemort taught him some magic too... He is no longer The Harry we are familiar with."

"So Voldemort said he was dead, did he actually have this purpose...to turn Harry into his side? That way he wouldn't be a threat to him..."

"But……"

Riddle listened to these speculations and discussions in silence, their voices gradually became louder, like bees buzzing, and everyone's faces were full of seriousness and doubt.He snorted coldly in his heart.Turn Harry into his man?Don't be funny, when he is dead?He didn't believe that Harry would be so easily controlled by him, he must have his own considerations... But he was also very dissatisfied that Harry hadn't tried to contact him for so many days.

Does he think he can solve everything, so he doesn't need his help?Or did he just want to get out of his grasp?Thinking of this, Riddle frowned.Suddenly, he felt a movement in his heart, as if the foxtail was blown by the wind and swayed from side to side, and an ethereal and lonely call came from his ear, which gradually became clear from far to near——

"Riddle... Tom Riddle..."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and accepted his call.

Riddle stood in that white soul zone again.And not far away, a figure was sitting curled up like a black stone.He looked at him from afar, lowered his eyes, and approached silently step by step.He hugged him slowly from behind, tightening bit by bit.He leaned his head against his ear, against his fine hair, and didn't speak.

"...Riddle." The boy whispered, as weak as a piece of paper blowing.

"Ah."

"I killed someone."

"You used the Avada Kedavra?"

"No, but you don't have to use the Killing Curse to kill a person. Words, prejudice, misunderstanding, can kill a person. I didn't use the Killing Curse, but I killed Lupine." Harry closed Eyes closed, the voice was still so painful, "Riddle, you should have killed many people. How did you feel when you killed the first person?"

"I don't really remember." Riddle shook his head, it was indeed a long time ago, and he never bothered to remember unimportant things.

"Fear, self-loathing, despair... When the person you kill is your friend, these feelings will be a hundred times stronger, almost breaking the heart. But I am better. I can hardly move in the hour just ended. Now I At least he can still think..." Harry turned his face to the side, and Riddle was looking at him seriously, as if every word he said was a proverb, and he needed to remember every word.

"At this point, I may not be able to give you the right direction. But, Harry, don't be afraid of the dead, don't be afraid of the power of the soul. But be in awe..."

"It's really not like something you would say." Harry seemed to be smiling. "I think you should be very afraid of death."

"It's ridiculous, why should I be afraid of my defeated generals?"

"Oh, maybe so. But I think you don't know what awe is, either. You despise those powers that you dismiss, and they are often useful."

"...Are you here to find fault, Harry?" Riddle rubbed his hair vigorously, "I think you have misunderstood a little, of course you should be in awe of the power you cannot control, but I always feel that it is There was no such thing...before I met you." He lowered his voice for the last few words, and Harry didn't hear them clearly, but when he asked again, Riddle didn't say anything.

"It's such a good time with you." He sighed contentedly, "At least I don't feel like I'm struggling alone."

Riddle stopped combing his hair. He turned his body and looked at him seriously: "I need to ask you, Harry, why haven't you contacted me? You know I've been waiting How long has it been?"

"Uh……"

"You are the first person who can make Voldemort wait so long... Don't you feel very proud?"

"Wait, stop, I just forgot... I really forgot!" Harry stopped quickly, but Riddle still had an expression of "I can't accept that such an important thing would be forgotten", "During that time I didn't think about anything, or force myself not to think about my friend, because that would make me vulnerable and want to escape and go back to the glass tank of carefree. So I simply didn't think about anything ...But I still can't hold on."

He showed a self-deprecating smile, but he was very calm.Riddle felt the pain so bad that he couldn't breathe.He didn't have to do this, nor did he have to work so hard.It was his negligence that forced him to grow up quickly in the cracks and suffer a lot.

"When are you going to come back?" he asked.

"I... I don't know yet." Harry's eyes showed a trace of confusion, "I will come back when I achieve my goal, I think."

"If you don't plan to come back, you shouldn't come back in the near future."

"Huh?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, but quickly understood the reason, his eyes dimmed, "I see."

"...Take care." He lowered his head and kissed his forehead.May you survive the darkness.May there be a long-awaited reunion after the darkness.I look forward to that day with all my heart.

"... Riddle?" Harry stood up, and he watched in amazement as his figure gradually disappeared, leaving him standing alone in this white world.Then the world gradually disintegrated.

When Riddle returned from the soul world, the Order of the Phoenix was still discussing intensely.The scene was actually kind of funny, because most of the people were lying in hospital beds, and it looked like a hospital group night talk.

"...I can't estimate Harry's current force value, and this question is meaningless. I think we should discuss the next step."

"I agree. We need to elect a new leader to carry us forward until Dumbledore recovers."

"When will Dumbledore wake up?"

"Everyone, stop and listen to me. I have a suitable candidate in mind." Mad-Eye Moody suddenly interrupted their conversation and said loudly.His words were still very intimidating, and everyone fell silent and looked at him.

Mad-Eye Moody cleared his throat, and said slowly, "I think it's very appropriate for Riddle to be our new leader."

"What?" The hall exploded in an instant, and many people looked at him in disbelief, as if they were trying to determine if they were dreaming.

"You're crazy, Alastor, he's Voldemort!"

"He will destroy us!"

"So far I haven't seen him do anything bad."

"Of course he is covering up and waiting for the opportunity! Maybe he is waiting for this moment..."

"Alastor, I don't understand why you recommend him, really...we can't break the can."

"If I had to choose him, I'd rather not have a leader!"

"Stop! Well, let me explain my point of view. The reasons why I recommend him are simple. First and foremost, Dumbledore believes in him. We all know that Dumbledore will not believe in just one People, not to mention that he is Voldemort, he should be more cautious. I think there must be some reason, perhaps unknown to us, that made him believe him." Mad-Eye Moody explained calmly, "If there is no This major premise, I will definitely oppose him as much as you do, even if he does seem to be very understanding. So, Riddle, can you tell me why Dumbledore believes you?"

All eyes were on the boy, but he stood there quietly, against the shimmer like fish scales, as if he didn't care about anything.

"I don't understand why you are asking this question until now. Of course, I am willing to answer... I think the reason why Dumbledore believes me is because of that contract. I can lie, but magic cannot lie."

"Contract? I remembered, you mentioned it before..." Mad-Eye Moody suddenly realized.

"Yes, that's the contract." Riddle waved his wand, and a red light extended from his fingertips, instantly covering the entire hall like a spider's web.The red thread swayed and twisted into ancient characters, but when reflected on his body, there was a penetrating texture, as if these scarlet characters grew out of his body.

☆. Point of divergence: the new king

"I believe you can understand the content of the contract." Riddle said lightly, "Simply speaking, Harry and I will not abandon each other, he will protect me, and I will not hate the world. This contract is absolutely established , cannot be changed, so according to the last agreement, I can't do anything to hurt you."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, dumbfounded.Riddle put away the scarlet letter of the contract, and continued: "I have contacted Harry just now, and he told me that he pretended to be Yaxley to gain trust in order to get rid of one of Voldemort."

"...Is that so?" Someone started to react and murmured.

"So that's how it is...but..."

"But why did he have to do this? This kind of decision is too hasty, he can wait for us to save him!" Tonks' voice suddenly broke through and whispered, she stood beside Lupin's hospital bed, full of anger and grief Trembling all over, "I can't forgive... I can't forgive no matter what! I can't accept this reason!"

"There is no other way for him to agree to Voldemort's request. No matter who is captured by Voldemort, he will panic." Riddle raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little harsh. "In any case, he is just a child, and we shouldn't treat him badly." More accusations."

"But everyone must be responsible for what they do. Young age is not an excuse for him to do such a thing, let alone we should ask ourselves, why can an underage child be so cruel?" Sirius Said softly, his voice suppressed and restrained, but Riddle always felt that these words seemed to be alluding to himself.

"Riddle, you are the person who knows him best, and also the person who knows Voldemort best... If it was you, you should know what to do." Suddenly someone said this.

"You've been with Dumbledore all this time, so you should know about his plan?"

"But he's Harry's lover..."

"Ah, this..."

"Riddle, if you met Harry, how would you treat him?" This time it was Mr. Weasley who asked the question, and there was no expression on his face, as if this was just a very common question for him .

"Oh, how do you think I should treat him?" Riddle's smile was a bit cold, "Do you want him to pay for his life?"

"No, we don't intend to make him die. But he has to do something, at least he can't help others. And we have to monitor him before we are sure whether he has betrayed."

"Yes, at least keep an eye on him..."

"We can't let him do this again..."

Seeing that there was a lot of discussion below, Riddle coughed and said in a low voice, "In this case, then do as you want. Voldemort's erosion of the wizarding world is getting worse and worse. If no action is taken, Hogwarts will also be destroyed." Become his pocket, and then there will be no way to recover."

"Then tell us what you're going to do, Riddle. We'll all support your decision."

"Yes, we will support you..."

He didn't know what made them believe him, maybe it was the contract, maybe it was his compromise, or maybe it was just blindness... He turned his back and looked at the swaying tree outside the window.The leaves open and close in the wind, and the huge shade of the tree is like a diffuse phantom. The gap between the branches is a huge eye, through which fate watches the world coldly.

Harry opened his eyes and sat up slowly.The moonlight fell on the curved calf, and he looked down at his hand, which was pale and slender, and he could almost see the blood surging under the skin.

Someone knocked on the door three times. Harry put his hand down and said dryly, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Professor Black who walked in.Harry wondered what he was doing here so late, not to ask himself why he wanted to stop him from killing Dumbledore.Honestly this question doesn't make sense.

"Why, is the great savior still pitying his companions?" Professor Black stood in front of him, crossing his arms and squinting at him.

"I'm pitying myself," he replied quietly, ignoring the banter in his tone.

"It's rare to see you feel sorry for yourself, Potter."

"I don't have any resentment, I just think it's ridiculous." Harry closed his eyes, as if a little sleepy, "You can only be reborn after being broken, I understand now."

Professor Black suddenly felt that his words were a bit difficult to understand, but maybe he never understood him.Ever since Harry had entered the Ministry, he had always felt that everything was under his control, that everything was going his way, including him.But now, he suddenly felt that something had escaped his control and grown into a strange appearance.Professor Black suppressed the discomfort, thinking that it was the last moment, that he would succeed soon, that he would get everything he wanted...everything!

"The main soul asked us to meet him in the past, and the opportunity for us to act has come." Professor Black said straight to the point, "You should still remember what to do, right?"

"Are you going to act so soon?" Harry seemed to perk up, "Do I need to prepare anything?"

"You need to make some small preparations." Professor Black said and closed his ears to listen.

An hour later, they came to the Great Hall of Malfoy Manor.The light in the hall was very dark, and there were no lights on. The slightly cool gray-blue moonlight came in from the window lattice, and fell on the steps and the toes of the man on the high seat.Thicknesse was already standing on the stairs with his hands down, and Harry and Professor Black also hurriedly came to stand under the stairs with lowered eyebrows.

Voldemort caressed Nagini's vine-like curved body, which was slowly winding around the back of the chair, and a pair of yellow snake eyes were particularly dazzling in the dark.When the two stood still, he turned his gaze to them and let Nagini back away.

"Very well, you are here. I heard that the Order of the Phoenix has attacked the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic again."

"Yes, Master." Thickness replied quickly, "We have captured a group of traitors, and the Order of the Phoenix wants to snatch them."

"So what was the result?"

"We killed one member of the Order of the Phoenix, and they ran away with the others, because then Dumbledore came."

"Oh... are you trying to say that it's Dumbledore's fault that you're not doing well?" whispered Voldemort, his tone cold and cruel.

"This... I beseech my master to atone for my sins!" Shinkness suddenly fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness from Voldemort, but the latter sneered, raised his wand, and a Cruciatus Curse fell on him.Thicknesse curled up in pain and rolled on the ground, Harry silently moved a step to the side, but this tiny movement was caught by Voldemort, he snorted coldly, pointed at Harry: "Yaxley , I heard you were there at the time."

"Yes, master. I was the one who escorted those prisoners to the death chamber." Harry replied hastily.

"Speaking of the death penalty chamber, those lackeys of the Order of the Phoenix must have tampered with it here."

"That's right, the cunning lackeys of the Order of the Phoenix bribed the staff of the Ministry of Magic to rescue people from the execution chamber. Fortunately, I found out in time, so I took people to encircle them. But because everyone played badly in the water, only one Phoenix was caught. Members of the club...the subordinates are not doing well, and they are willing to accept punishment!" Harry gritted his teeth and lowered his head, pretending to be terrified.

"You did make a lot of mistakes, Yaxley...a lot...but you also made a contribution. You made that werewolf Lupine out of shape, didn't you... well done, should show them Look at the true face of the Order of the Phoenix...an evil organization that made friends with werewolves and half-blood giants! The world will be shocked..." Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand, and said slowly, "What should I do with you, Yax Lee? Tell yourself..."

Harry quickly raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and lowered his voice: "It's like this, master, I have brought important news. This news is very important, very important... In my opinion, it can't be done for the time being." Let the other Death Eaters know that you, the master, need to make the decision."

Voldemort looked at him calmly, stroking the wand patiently with his slender fingers like spider feet.Harry couldn't help being a little apprehensive, but he didn't dare to look up at him, so he had to wait for his answer in agony.

"Sinknes, stand down," Voldemort said suddenly.

"Yes, master." Shinkenis didn't dare to question, and limped out of the hall.

"You can speak now, Yaxley."

"Okay, okay... thank you master... by the way, master, to explain this, I have to show you something, it's really shocking..." Harry said and walked slowly up He was a little afraid that Voldemort would stop him, but he didn't.

When he was only three steps away from Voldemort, the man pointed his wand at him, motioning him to stop talking.

Harry stopped in his tracks, and said respectfully, "That's right, master... I learned from reliable sources that Harry Potter is not dead."

There was a dead silence.Voldemort looked at him expressionlessly, his red eyes like two sparks in the night: "Where's the evidence, Yaxley."

"It's... right here, Master." Harry said, reaching out and handing him a black ball.

The author has something to say: this is the end of the fourth part, let's open the te copy...

By the way, Soul Shaping has double endings, and there is a ne

Speaking of which, do you want to see the cured Harry or the black one to the end...

☆、Escape from Malfoy Manor

Voldemort took the ball and was about to hit it carefully