Chapter 650 Riddle's Disappearance

Ron came in from outside the common room. He looked in a familiar direction. Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Neville were all there. He walked over. Hermione was fiddling with her rune book. A long string of ancient runes was wrapped around her wrist like a pendant.

This string of runes actually had no practical effect. Hermione just put them together for fun.

She glanced at the table from time to time, watching the other three playing wizard cards. The magic figurine in front of Harry sat weakly in the air, and the two warriors stared at him, as if they might pounce at any time.

Ron stood on the side. Ginny saw him, but she ignored him and urged Harry to play his cards quickly.

Harry still got Hermione's reminder. He turned around and said in surprise: "Ron?" He said in a fake tone: "Help me see how to lose this card, I mean...how to play it."

"Don't think about cheating." Ginny said fiercely.

Ron hesitated for a moment, took out a note from his pocket and put it on the table. "Professor Happ asked me to give it to you. You'd better take a look... I, I asked for you. It shouldn't be dangerous."

"What are you talking about? How could Harry be in danger?" Ginny glared at him dissatisfiedly.

Harry took the note, glanced at it, and was slightly startled. "What does the professor want to talk to you about, Harry?" Hermione asked. She felt that Ron's attitude was not right.

"Nothing, it's about the Patronus." Harry gave her a look that said "I'll talk about it later". He didn't want Ginny to know. He put the note in his pocket, "Well - thank you, Ron, how about -" "

No," Ron said vaguely, "I'm a little tired." He dragged his feet towards the dormitory. After a few seconds of silence, Ginny's urging voice came from behind again. Harry responded and started to play cards. Then the little man representing him screamed and was beaten to death by Ginny and Neville.

The next day, Felix and Dumbledore came to classroom 7 early and the two worked together to complete the preparations.

Not far below the Ouroboros, there was an area covered by magic, which looked like a glowing cage. This was their result.

"It's about time. I'll go out and take a look." Felix said, and found Harry looking around outside the door. He obviously thought that the professor and the headmaster would only appear on both sides of the corridor, and he didn't notice the closed door behind him. Harry was quite surprised when Felix poked his head out and called him.

"This is for your protection." Felix pointed to the magical building that looked like a birdcage. Harry stood inside uncomfortably. He looked up at the arcs of magic hanging from above his head, and felt that he was treated the same as Hedwig.

Felix and Dumbledore exchanged glances and began to cast spells.

The huge Ouroboros slowly moved, and its mouth opened wide, and Voldemort emerged. His appearance did not change much, and he still looked evil and half-dead.

Two bright rays shot out of Felix's eyes, and Voldemort suddenly opened his scarlet eyes and shouted in a voice full of hatred, "Felix Hep--" At the same time, deep in his memory, Riddle felt that the world he had lived in for thirty years began to collapse.

"Professor Riddle!" a student shouted in panic.

"Silence." Riddle said calmly, even though he was so frightened that his mind was slow to think. He looked up and saw the blue sky from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor - the Hogwarts Castle was split in the middle.

The next second, even the sky was split in half, and a creepy scarlet light poured in from the crack. Riddle saw clearly that it was an ugly and hideous snake face, and the red light was emitted from the man's eyes. He also heard an extremely resentful voice, "Felix Hepp!"

Who was that? Riddle was stunned for a moment. Then a huge amount of information poured in, and he knew everything almost instantly.

He... was just a memory? Riddle thought this was ridiculous.

Harry was so nervous that he almost lost his voice, and clenched his fists, not knowing what to do. In his eyes, Professor Hepp just glanced at Voldemort, and then Voldemort woke up from his deep sleep, and even under the restraint of the Ouroboros Patronus, he burst out with powerful evil magic.

The surroundings were corroded and poisoned, and it was pitch dark, just like the dead of night.

He remembered that Professor Heppe had said that Voldemort would not be happy if he knew about this. Now Harry thought that this statement was too light, and Voldemort was simply going crazy. Perhaps he had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life.

The cages around Harry were the first to light up, followed by the Ouroboros Patronus, and the figures of Felix and Dumbledore were looming in the darkness. Felix spread out one hand, and the two Horcruxes were suspended in the air. Voldemort immediately sensed it. He raised his head sharply and stared at the locket and the golden cup.

"Dumbledore? No, you are Felix Heppe." A young voice came out of his mouth, with incredible voice, but it was immediately covered by a gloomy, hoarse, and crazy voice.

"Hype, Dumbledore, forget it! I will never do what you wish!"

Voldemort was still restricted, but he was not powerless to fight back. For a great wizard like him, as long as he was given time, no restriction was perfect, and there was always a way to crack and bypass the restrictions. In particular, he had also come into contact with some of Riddle's research results on the Patronus, which was a godsend for escape. For this reason, he even gave up directly destroying the memory that he thought was completely false.

"Riddle, now is your only chance."

Felix said, and passed on an idea: seize the power of the Horcrux, and with the help of himself and Dumbledore, reversely fuse Voldemort and take over the magpie's nest. The knowledge of the Patronus that Riddle had studied for "many years" was a bait for Voldemort, so that he would not kill immediately.

Felix's hands made a "crackling" sound, and the golden cup was deformed by his pinching. This was pure physical force, which did not cause any harm to the Horcrux, even if it was crushed into powder, but his actions undoubtedly awakened the soul fragments sleeping inside.

Billowing black smoke emerged from the gaps between his fingertips, condensing into a young, handsome, evil face. It hesitated, with only an almost instinctive consciousness, and it felt the original body issuing a command to it to return to its body.

Voldemort's mouth let out a painful howl of "ho ho".

Because Voldemort intended to assimilate the knowledge of the Patronus carried by the new personality, and because they were originally one, Voldemort's deepest secrets were revealed to Riddle without reservation. There were unscrupulous killings, cruel and bloody experiments, and twisted and perverted desires for torture and domination.

Riddle was shocked by the evil past of his "other self". Was this the normal self that developed under the original trajectory?

To some extent, Felix's plan worked.

Under his influence (or threat), Riddle never left school for a long time. Apart from occasionally planning what he thought was an "evil ruling plan", he spent most of his time teaching students and dealing with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. No matter what he thought in his heart, those cruel ideas were never put into practice. At this moment, he felt that he was in a den of ghosts, and an emotion from the heart was generated uncontrollably.

The black gas from the Hufflepuff gold cup flew towards Voldemort.

"No - I don't regret it - never -"

Dumbledore raised the old wand and recited a complex spell. Felix also used memory magic to help the weak Riddle. With the combined efforts of the two, Voldemort's will was temporarily suppressed. Riddle temporarily gained the upper hand, but he did not feel happy.

"Dumbledore, is all this fake?" He questioned Felix viciously.

Felix said nothing.

"What do I mean to you, a handy tool?" He shouted again, his voice clearer, obviously gaining some power from the soul fragment of the Horcrux, and the locket Horcrux was also affected, emitting a large amount of black gas.

Harry fell to the ground without warning, twitching all over.

The scar on his forehead hurt violently, as if a creature in his body came to life and began to stretch his hands and feet. His brain was messed up. This feeling was too painful. Harry knocked hard on his skull. He felt that the creature was going to open his skull. Billowing black smoke flowed along the scar on his forehead, mouth and nose.

At this time, the birdcage-like space he was in protected him. At the intersection of magic, a black gem ring shone brightly.

"Tell me, Dumbledore!" Riddle's question was still echoing in the room.

"If you must know--" Felix's voice came from the black fog, "You are the most special student I have ever taught, and a warrior I personally trained and pushed to the battlefield."

The black fog surged like waves.

Harry could no longer hear their conversation clearly. The soul in the locket returned to Voldemort's body first, but at this moment, Voldemort, who had been suppressed for a long time, chose to make a desperate move in desperation.

He personally wiped out the two fragments of his soul.

The black mist that emerged from Harry's forehead returned to Harry's body in the blink of an eye, "Kill him if you can, kill that boy!" Voldemort's snake-like face twisted and screamed, "He is the last one, the last one! Dumbledore, Hyp, you have to be ruthless, like me!"

Voldemort's counterattack came quickly and fiercely, catching him off guard.

"Albus--" Felix said, he opened the mind cabin. This magic was completely useless to Voldemort's soul, but it worked for his memory. On the other side, Dumbledore controlled the Ouroboros to swallow Voldemort.

Voldemort roared wildly in the Ouroboros and struggled desperately, but his voice became lower and lower, gradually becoming inaudible.

Felix closed his eyes, and a large number of silver stars appeared in front of him, gathering in one direction. After a while, he stretched out his hand to gather them. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dumbledore carefully observing Harry's condition.

"Is he still salvageable?" Dumbledore asked softly while checking. He was referring to Riddle.

Felix shook his head.

"Sometimes, we just have no choice." Dumbledore said.

Felix smiled, "Don't comfort me, I know what I'm doing, and I'm ready to bear all the consequences... How is Harry?"

"It's good to be young, and you never have to worry about lack of courage." Dumbledore said with emotion. Then, he said solemnly, "Not good, the soul fragment is still there, Voldemort is too decisive, even if he hesitates for a while, he may succeed. The problem now is that the soul is still active and must be dealt with as soon as possible... Go to the school hospital first."

The old man stared at Harry deeply.

Harry's forehead was still oozing with wisps of black air, and the lightning-shaped scar was as red as blood.

Dumbledore seemed to be taken back to more than a decade ago, and this scene overlapped with the memory of Hagrid handing the swaddled baby to him.