Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

In the office, Harry felt that his head was about to split completely, the scar was burning with pain, and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

He saw Dumbledore, the headmaster, no, the former headmaster was not as gentle as before. His face was calm, but there was a raging fire in his eyes behind the half-moon lenses.

Dumbledore waved his wand gracefully, and a transformed army fought for him.

Harry could feel the golden light passing by his body, as if the space had become Dumbledore's weapon, sending his spells from all directions.

But he was not afraid, his heart was filled with murderous intent and tyranny, and he wanted to compete with the other party.

Harry raised his wand, and the green killing curse shot out from the tip of the wand. The wronged souls wailed at the tip of the wand. They were the people he had killed. Their resentment and unwillingness added a bit of power to the spell.

Harry had never felt so powerful as he was now, as if he could do everything with magic, except kill the old man in front of him.

With Dumbledore's heart-piercing words, he became even more angry, and his anger almost devoured his mind.

"Don't try to interfere with him, Harry!"

The magical voice broke into Harry's mind, allowing him to barely regain a trace of reason.

"Follow your inner thoughts! Don't resist, don't resist! You are Voldemort, open your eyes and look at me!"

For the last sentence, Wayne even used the Imperius Curse, which made Harry involuntarily obey his orders and struggled to open his eyes.

The green eyes that were originally as clear and pure as those of college students flashed with amazing murderous intent and madness, and his right hand unconsciously reached for the wand.

Wayne snatched the wand away, and Harry wanted to resist, but was hit again.

"Stay awake. Do you want to become Voldemort's puppet, his Horcrux, and accompany him to destruction? Think about your parents! What did your mother sacrifice to keep you alive!"

The principals on the wall looked at the two nervously, secretly worried about Harry.

Even Phineas felt that Harry was too miserable.

Both his parents died, and he was still the Horcrux of the Dark Lord. If Wayne could not succeed, he would have to fight Voldemort desperately.

Wayne's words finally worked. Harry remembered the scene that night when his mother knelt in front of Voldemort and begged for him to survive, and the dazzling green light.

"Wayne... Kill me..." Harry roared with all his willpower, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched wildly.

"The Golden Watchman!"

Wayne raised his finger, and everything around him fell into stillness. His eyes emitted bright starlight, and the world gradually faded.

Under the magic vision, Harry's forehead was shining, his body gradually became illusory, emitting a white halo, only his forehead, there was a faint green light, a group of irregular fragments struggled desperately, as if eager to separate from Harry and fly out of his body.

That was everythingThe root cause is the soul fragment of Voldemort in Harry's body.

Since the Horcrux was not made according to a rigorous process, this fragment has the instinct to return to the owner's body. Every time Harry has a splitting headache, it is because of this.

Over more than ten years, as Harry grew up, his soul gradually became stronger, and the two had already shown signs of fusion, almost forming a symbiotic relationship.

It is harder than climbing to the sky to peel off this fragment and let Harry survive.

But Wayne still wants to try.

He used magic to amplify Harry's emotions, making his mental fluctuations more intense. The green light trembled slightly, and Harry in the soul state was outstanding, with a big lump on his forehead.

But the big lump is still part of his soul, and the two have not been separated.

"Really can't give birth?" Wayne saw that he was so stimulated, but the two were still tightly connected, and he kept muttering in his heart.

Seeing that Harry's consciousness had fallen into a chaotic state and was about to faint, he could only use the last trick.

"Legitimate Mind!"

With Harry as the link, a feeling of being spied on crossed the space. Voldemort only felt that his brain was hit hard, and the movement of his hands stopped slightly.

"Wayne Lawrence?!"

Voldemort screamed in horror. He felt Lawrence appear in his mind and searched roughly. This was not an illusion. He desperately used the brain block to set up a line of defense, but the effect was minimal.

Voldemort disappeared, dodged the slash of two knights, appeared at the edge of the battlefield, and pinched the head of a Death Eater.

"Ahhhhh!"

After the scream, the Death Eater collapsed into mud, and a ghost formed on his head and rushed into Voldemort's eyebrows.

The vicious hatred hit his brain, which allowed Voldemort to successfully drive Wayne out of his mind.

"Is this your trick?" Voldemort grinned, "Lawrence tried to interfere with the duel between you and me, but he failed."

"No, he should have gotten the information he wanted." Dumbledore said calmly, "For example, the location of the basilisk?"

Voldemort's face changed drastically, and his pupils stood up completely.

Far away in Hogwarts, Wayne put down the unconscious Harry, took a step out, and the fire cast a passage, and he walked in leisurely.

"I want you to die!" Voldemort uttered the most vicious curse, muttering something in his mouth, as if it was not a human language.

That was Parseltongue. The Gaunt family has always had the habit of using Parseltongue to perform magic, which can enhance the power of black magic.

He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep green light, rippling like a green wave, and the depth did not decrease.

Dumbledore's face became extremely serious, and the wand in his hand crackled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, knight puppets and tree men stood firmly in front of him. Dumbledore dodged far away. Through the gaps, he could seeA green shadow holding a sickle rose up behind Voldemort.

"This is death." Voldemort said intoxicatedly. Under anger, crisis, and murderous intent, his black magic has made progress again. His control over the killing curse has completely surpassed everyone in the world. Even if Enzo, the inventor of the spell, is resurrected, he can only feel ashamed of himself.

Balls of golden light flew out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, turning into phoenixes spreading their wings and soaring. The god of death waved his sickle, and Dumbledore's transformed army was smashed to pieces.

The phoenixes approached. They were fearless and fearless. Before they disappeared, the green light became weaker.

The strong explosion blew up the battlefield with smoke and dust, and mud and gravel flew everywhere. Dumbledore watched from a distance. The green light dissipated, and he panted and put down his wand.

Just at that moment, he felt the crisis of death, and another great adventure was eager to open its arms to him.

Voldemort stood there, staring at him coldly, and there was no longer any obstacle between the two sides.

"Tell Lawrence that in a month (bgbi), the fight will not end until one is dead."

His body twisted and disappeared, and his wand fell to the ground. A gust of wind blew and it broke into powder and scattered with the wind.

"Master!"

Bellatrix, who was struggling to hold on, wailed. There were only a dozen Death Eaters standing around her, and defeat was only a matter of time.

I don't know if she was sad because she didn't believe that the invincible master in her mind ran away, or felt that she was abandoned.

In short, the fate of this group of people was doomed.

Dumbledore looked at the place where Voldemort disappeared from a distance, and had no intention of intervening in the battle between Crouch and others. He appeared to the place where the wand was broken, still thinking about the spell just now.

"You've become stronger again, Tom." The old man shook his head slightly. He felt sorry for Voldemort. He had such a strong talent, but he didn't use it in the right way, which made him angry and hated by the heavens and the people.

The firelight appeared, and Wayne appeared beside him. He glanced around, "Gone?"

"Gone, how are you?"

"The basilisk has been found, the golden cup is missing, and Voldemort has sealed his memory." Wayne shook his head slightly, "I just touched the seal, and he found a way to drive me away."

"The effects of this black magic are varied."

Wayne also sighed. In terms of crooked ways, Voldemort is definitely a master of his generation.

"That's troublesome." Dumbledore frowned, "He has already taken precautions, and it won't be so easy next time."

"He can't cut off this connection." Wayne was much more optimistic than Dumbledore. He looked at the Death Eaters who were still fighting and raised his eyebrows.

"Everyone retreat."

Crouch retreated without hesitation and ordered his men to follow his command.

After getting a chance to catch their breath, the remaining Death Eaters wanted to escape. A beam of starlight fell from the sky, crystallizing everyone except Bella. Two bodies flew upThe sky, the people who were preparing to Apparate were no exception.

"Control her, I will need her later."

"Yes." Crouch swallowed his saliva. These remaining Death Eaters were the most powerful ones. They fought for a long time but failed to take her down, but they were solved by Wayne's magic. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

The soul-destroying Bella had no will to resist and let the two Aurors tie her up.

"This is not a place to talk, let them clean up the beginning and the end."

After Wayne finished speaking, the vortex of flames lit up again. Dumbledore did not refuse and stepped into the passage first.

Back to Hogwarts, looking at the unconscious Harry, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with worry.

"Is he okay?"

"He just fainted. He will be fine after two or three days of rest." Wayne sat in the position where Dumbledore used to be and motioned him to sit opposite him.

"Professor, Harry's situation is very bad. That piece of soul has a tendency to merge with him. If it goes on for a few more years, they may become indistinguishable from each other."

Dumbledore's hands trembled. Although he had been mentally prepared, Wayne's blunt statement was still unbearable for him.

It took Dumbledore and Wayne a long time to discuss and tell Harry all the facts before he reluctantly agreed.

Dumbledore thought Harry was too young and should not bear so much, but Wayne believed that regardless of age, as a party involved, he had the right to know.

Even if he kept it a secret now, he would eventually know after dealing with all of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Now is the best time, and he can still try to see if there is any way to separate the soul fragments.

"I have two ways to solve it now." Wayne stretched out two fingers, and Dumbledore looked at him with hope.

"First, it is to make a Horcrux."

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, but Wayne continued, "When it comes to tearing the soul apart, no magic is more suitable than the Horcrux."

"When the time comes, as long as the Horcrux is destroyed, everything will be fine."

"Not to mention the evil process of making a Horcrux, I don't want this magic to appear in the world again." Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Can you guarantee that the split soul is the part that carries Voldemort's soul fragment?"

"It is likely." Wayne had expected Dumbledore to ask this question: "Voldemort's soul fragment is very active and loose in itself, so it is very likely to succeed in one go."

Dumbledore was terrified when he heard it.

If it doesn't work once, do you plan to let Harry come a second time or a third time?

"What about the second way?" Dumbledore directly skipped this method.

"That is to let Voldemort kill Harry." Wayne said.

"I have also imagined this." Dumbledore raised his head. "Before you came, Voldemort's killing curse had evolved again. He almost mastered death. With his magic power and magical attainments,, you must use the killing curse with the lowest strength to attack Harry, but how is that possible? "

"It's very simple." Wayne slowly opened his palm, "I will beat him to death, and when he has his last breath, let him use the killing curse."

"Can you do it?" Dumbledore stared at the boy.

Wayne smiled slightly, "It's easy."