The wizards watching saw the old man with white beard suddenly come out, and their eyes burst into strong hope. They whispered in unison: "Dumbledore." The voices of thousands of people mixed together, like a muffled thunder, exploding in Voldemort's ears.
He turned his head suddenly, "Dumbledore?"
At this time, an invisible sharp blade slashed towards Voldemort, cutting the air, and the Fiery Snake was also split in two.
Voldemort turned his head and raised the snakewood staff. From the tip of the staff, lush and luxuriant snakewood branches condensed. These branches entangled with each other into a sharp spear of amazing length, which went straight through the bright white flames, splashing countless sparks, and approached Felix.
Felix flashed into the air like a fish, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the ground. He held a dagger in his hand. It was transformed from the ebony wand. The front end of the dagger was a transparent blade extended by magic. Cutting spells flew towards Voldemort swiftly, cutting the snake-like branches into pieces.
"Principal Dumbledore?" Felix stopped and also showed a puzzled expression.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly and walked towards Voldemort calmly: "You are destined to return disappointed today, Tom."
Voldemort responded with a cold smile: "Dumbledore, you don't know what I have done and what I have gained, and you want to lecture me?" He took two steps back, so that Dumbledore and Felix were in his field of vision at the same time, and tilted his head to sneer: "Two against one?"
Felix waved at him, "I'll take a break." He narrowed his silver-gray eyes and walked away.
Voldemort focused his attention on Dumbledore, raised his hand and released 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.
"Transfiguration." Voldemort said disgustedly.
Bundy, the house-elf in the crowd, nodded. "Disgusting magic." Draco Malfoy glanced at him, but met a pair of terrifying eyes. He subconsciously avoided them and was annoyed at his retreat.
But the house-elf didn't care at all. He just stared at the battlefield and whispered, "I hate Transfiguration, like sticky candy."
"Of course I know what you did, Tom. You just committed a terrible murder, and another innocent life died because of you." Dumbledore said, approaching Voldemort step by step. Fawkes, the phoenix, hovered over his head, chirping softly. "You know
? Then you should know whose wand I have in my hand. You are no match for me, Dumbledore. Try this!"
Voldemort raised the snakewood staff, leaned back slightly, and the magic power poured into the snakewood staff unscrupulously. He and the wand simultaneously made a heart-pounding hissing sound, as if thousands of snakes were roaring, and the surrounding environment was distorted strangely, with light and darkness uncertain.
"Parseltongue!" Harry shouted nervously in the crowd.
"What did he say?" Ron covered his ears and shouted. The wizards watching either did the same as him or used silencing spells or shielding spells to resist, but the nausea was like a maggot on the tarsal bone that could not be shaken off.
Fawkes flew over, making a sharp cry and singing loudly. The discomfort disappeared.
People looked up one after another.
"Avada Kedavra!" (Parseltongue) The evil hoarse voice kept vibrating in the air, and countless solid ropes emerged from the snakewood staff at a very fast speed. The surrounding green light gathered into a cloud with an ominous aura and spread towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore suddenly stopped, and the ground under his feet undulated like waves. Earth dragons surged on the ground and coiled into a mass that kept piling up, like a fast-growing ancient tree. Then powerful vines extended from the top of the ancient tree and whipped Voldemort in unison.
The ropes and green clouds along the way were swept away one after another, and Felix's heart was relieved.
But Dumbledore was not at ease either. Most of the soil vines were broken and fell from hundreds of feet into pieces, like broken pillars without life. Fortunately, the characteristic of Transfiguration is that as long as the magic power can keep up, the deformation can be maintained continuously. These broken pillars were re-condensed under Dumbledore's control.
Voldemort could not resist and disappeared on the spot.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The endless offensive completely crushed the remaining twisted ropes and green clouds.
Dumbledore panted slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead were strangely smoothed out, and he suddenly looked several years younger. The scene became quiet, and Voldemort looked at Dumbledore in doubt. He had overestimated this old man, but the strength shown by Dumbledore once again broke his cognition.
Didn't he use his full strength for more than ten years?
Voldemort felt a strong humiliation, followed by fear. But then, his eyes froze, "Your hand!"
Dumbledore looked at him calmly, and a few more wrinkles on his forehead disappeared. This time the change was more obvious, even Harry could see it. "How come Headmaster Dumbledore's face has become younger..." Ron whispered. Harry's heart was lifted, and he intuitively thought that this was abnormal.
Hermione's eyes widened and she let out a short breath.
Felix was also shocked. Dumbledore's magic permanently changed the terrain, but such a powerful transfiguration... He suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had said before about the "special method" used to defeat Voldemort. He
stared at Dumbledore's stretched eyebrows, wondering what the price would be?
Voldemort did not notice these subtle changes. All his attention was on Dumbledore's dry and charred hand, or to be more precise, on the inconspicuous black gem ring on his hand.
His face twisted immediately.
"Tom, you are too arrogant. You think no one can discover your secret." Dumbledore said calmly, waving the old wand. The ground suddenly sank and Voldemort was sucked in by a powerful suction. But before he disappeared, he still stared at the ring on Dumbledore's hand, and his snake-like pupils trembled uncontrollably. Horcrux
, his Horcrux.
Dumbledore found it! He turned his head to look at Felix, who had a solemn look on his face.
The next second, Voldemort was pulled into the vortex.
In an instant, the battle seemed to be over. The scene was silent for a few seconds
. "Is he dead?" a wizard asked tremblingly.
"No." A voice said without thinking. The nearby wizards all stared at the person who spoke. It was Harry. He covered his forehead with his hands and looked painful.
Voldemort's emotional fluctuations were too drastic for him to ignore. Harry's mind was filled with images of Voldemort at different ages. They all had one thing in common: they committed horrific murders without hesitation...
Then the scene suddenly changed: Voldemort, with blurred features like wax, handed a diary to a blond young man, who took it timidly;
Voldemort, who failed in his job search, appeared in the Room of Requirement, placing a crown on the garbage mountain with a smug smile on his face;
a pale hand dropped a black gem ring in an abandoned hut;
the Slytherin locket was thrown into a liquid with a glittering green light;
a baby-like hand stroked a giant python, calling it "Nagini" in a cold voice...
and a familiar woman appeared in sight, excitedly holding up a golden cup. From the reflection in her pupils, it can be confirmed that this scene happened not long ago...
Dumbledore tried his best to control the magic. The earth continued to crack, and thorns pierced out from the ground one after another. A creepy muffled sound came from the tightening vortex. Then, Voldemort reappeared, looking a little embarrassed, with more than a dozen cuts on his face and body. The
snakewood staff in his hand made a series of soft hums, and the glittering green light covered his whole body along his pale hand, and the wound on his face was smoothed. He stared at Dumbledore, hissing, and the feeling he had just felt came back. The snakewood staff trembled, as if thousands of snakes were responding to him.
"Akasalidiss"
"Be careful, Headmaster Dumbledore, he wants to curse with Parseltongue"
"Hush, Harry!" Dumbledore said loudly.
The next second, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, and Harry found himself locked in a circle of a monster with red eyes.
The monster was like some kind of sticky glue or parasite, tightly entangled with him, so 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 and sank deeper and deeper, but he didn't have the ability to escape by himself. The scar
on his forehead hurt more than ever, and Harry felt that he was going to die. This was not bad, at least he could get rid of the pain. But all this was out of his control. The monster spoke, and it used his own mouth, so Harry could only feel his mouth opening and closing in extreme pain. The people outside the valley
were startled. "Invisible? Or did he Apparate and escape?" The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic looked around. At this moment, Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted stiffly, his neck raised like a snake, and his pupils turned into vertical eyes of a snake.
"Harry?" Sirius shouted.
"Kill me now, Dumbledore?" A hoarse voice came out of Harry's mouth, exactly like Voldemort's.
The onlookers retreated in panic.
"What's going on, that child..."
"What's wrong with him?"
"No, that voice"
Another group of people gathered around. Dumbledore leaned down and looked into Harry's snake-like eyes. He hurriedly said, "Harry, cheer up, don't forget who you are!"
"Who am I?" Harry's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and a hissing sound came out of his mouth. "Of course I am the greatest Dark Lord in history." "
Oh my God! That boy is possessed!"
Dumbledore put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "You are Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily. Think about them, Harry. If they are still alive, they must be proud of you! And your friends at school, Harry! Remember your identity!"
Harry found himself trapped in endless darkness, his consciousness blurred by pain, and he felt that he kept falling... Then, he heard a vague voice. It was Dumbledore, calling his name.
What was my name?
Harry's memory was a little vague. Was he Tom Riddle, or Harry Potter?
"Harry, cheer up!" Hermione said anxiously, "Think about Sirius, think about Remus, think about Hagrid..." She read out the names one by one, all of whom were the people Harry was most familiar with. In the endless darkness, Harry's consciousness became clear.
"I am Harry Potter," Harry said to himself, he raised his head and stared at the red-eyed monster that was tightly holding him, "You are Voldemort."
Outside, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Sirius, and Dumbledore surrounded Harry tightly, calling his name constantly. Alimia Bones looked worried, but still turned around and shouted, "All Aurors, isolate the surrounding area, stay alert, and the healer is in place."
The house elf Bundy watched this scene. When others were panicking, he seemed a little too calm, "It's really a bit scary..." At this time, a figure suddenly staggered towards him. Bundy raised his head indifferently and found that it was the young man who wrapped himself tightly, with only half of his thin chin exposed.
"Student?" He muttered, snapped his fingers, and suddenly disappeared.
Draco Malfoy was pushed to the ground by the crowd. Through the messy gap, he saw Harry's face twisted in pain, and his heart trembled. He was so scared that he couldn't get up at all. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain the man of his age was suffering.
He saw Harry's mouth open and his eyes turned emerald green again.
"Get out of my head, Voldemort!"
Harry's roar spread far away, and his fist hit the ground. The ground trembled strangely, and the small stones on the ground jumped up one after another.
"Hiss... I am you, Harry Potter is our common name..."
"I am not," Harry said with gritted teeth, struggling to break free from the arms of the red-eyed monster little by little.
"Get out of my head,"
he punched the ground one by one, and his arms were like drumsticks, making a huge roar, as if hitting people's hearts.
"Oh my god, look at that boy, what he did"
"Incredible!
" "Who is he?"
"It worked, keep waking Harry up, this is a test of wills." Felix stood behind the crowd, his eyes changing colors like a revolving lantern, star rings, silver, silver-gray, and strands of silver filaments condensed on his fingertips.
Ron, Hermione and Neville shouted anxiously, talking at the same time,
"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom, Harry, you taught me magic, remember?"
"Think about Ginny, Harry! Don't you want to see her?" Hermione shouted.
"We took a car across half of Britain together." Ron was suddenly stunned, staring at Harry, and couldn't speak clearly, "Merlin's socks, you and Ginny? When did that happen?"
Finally, a ball of black mist rushed out from Harry, Felix reached out to grab it, but grabbed nothing, he threw out another ball of silver filaments, a scream came from the black mist, and it returned to Voldemort's body in the air far away.
His snake face was like a mask, containing too many emotions at the same time, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness...
He glared at Felix fiercely and disappeared without a sign.
Felix didn't care about Voldemort's vicious eyes, thinking silently: "It seems to have some effect, but it's not obvious... Is it because I chose the wrong emotion? What could it be, Horcrux... Soul integrity... Repentance? Repentance!"
He originally wanted to try whether emotions could have an effect on Voldemort. If it worked, he could study it in a targeted way. But he suddenly had a new idea:
Horcrux is a way to split the soul and gain immortality. The price is of course to endure the pain of splitting the soul, becoming less and less human, and the problem of soul instability that follows. This is why Harry became a half-Horcrux. When Voldemort was hit by the rebounded killing curse at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow, a fragment of Voldemort's soul was also blown away and attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house.
And Voldemort didn't even notice this process.
Of course, there is a way to make his soul complete again, Felix thought. According to the annotations in the book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed", "true repentance" can make the separated soul return to the original body, but the pain that follows is devastating.
It is estimated that Voldemort has no intention of trying this method. But he doesn't want to, and others can help.
The specific method is to capture Voldemort, alive and without any ability to resist. Then try to brainwash him, or create a mood of repentance... But this method is not easier than killing Voldemort directly.
Harry lay on the ground panting, shivering with cold, and then he found himself floating up, lying on a stretcher, with footsteps everywhere around him. Harry wanted 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 could be Headmaster Dumbledore, or Professor Happ, or it could be Ron and Hermione. He opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry. A hand reached out to him and hung his glasses on his ears, and the environment suddenly became clear.
Dumbledore's nose was close at hand, and he could see concerned blue eyes looking at him as soon as he looked up.
"Are you all right, Harry?"
"Fine." Harry said with a little embarrassment. "Drink it, boy, it'll make you feel better." Harry looked up and saw Mr. Slughorn speaking. He was holding a thumb-sized glass bottle in his hand and looking at him with a very complicated expression, with annoyance and admiration in his eyes.
"Thank you." Harry muttered and drank the potion.
He found himself lying in a temporary tent. There was a school badge hanging on the wall. He stared at it for several times before he realized that it was not the school badge of Hogwarts, although it looked very similar, but it was the school badge of Ilvermorny.
Harry suddenly realized that this was the tent of the headmaster of Ilvermorny. Thinking that the headmaster had been killed by Voldemort, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he hated Voldemort who did all this even more. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his trance, and he suddenly remembered the memory of Voldemort he had seen before.
Harry grabbed Dumbledore's arm and said incoherently: "Cup of Bellatrix Hicks."
"What? Harry, what did you say?" Dumbledore lowered his head.
"Bellatrix! He gave the Cup to Bellatrix Lestrange!" Harry shouted, and then fainted completely.