Chapter 1071: Actions Exposed

"Kill Harry..."

Hearing Voldemort's voice emerge from Harry's mouth, everyone couldn't help but feel their hearts sink.

Voldemort has found a way to control Harry, even completely occupying Harry's body.

This made Harry feel a little sad, and the strong pain stimulated his nerves. However, he could not control his body at all, and even looked at Dumbledore's face with a cold chill.

He wanted to kill Dumbledore, or be killed by Dumbledore...

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, as if he wanted to break free from Voldemort's control, but it backfired. For him...

"Don't give up, Harry!" Fan Lin shouted, "We won't give up on you, so don't give up on yourself."

"Do you think... he can fight against me?"

"If not, why would you lose your own body and become a poor parasite." Fan Lin looked at Harry's shrinking pupils, "You will not win, just like fifteen years ago, you Still a loser, Tom!”

"Come on, kill me, right here!" Voldemort smiled, and the smile appeared a little distorted on Harry's face.

"Do you think we can't deal with you?" Fan Lin looked at Harry with a gloomy expression. To be precise, it was Voldemort who appeared in Harry's pupils.

"I think you are totally wrong, Voldemort!" Fan Lin said, raising his left hand, a ruby ​​ring exuding a strange red light under the agitation of magic power.

"What's this?"

"The soul ring," Fan Lin said, "comes from, vampire, your new partner Tom!"

Fan Lin said and imprinted the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

The next second, a heartbreaking roar burst out from Harry's throat. Fanlin couldn't tell whose voice it was?

Harry, or Voldemort?

At least, this soul ring has the effect he wants. This is Fan Lin's only method to target the soul. He asked the vampire for advice on the correct use of the soul ring to control people's consciousness. With the help of Fan Lin, Voldemort's Consciousness drives it out.

I have to admit that this process is very painful, but it is very little...

Harry almost couldn't help but give up. It was like tearing his whole body apart. Bit by bit, a force different from Voldemort's and mixed with bloody aura forcefully invaded his soul.

The next second, like a fragile piece of paper, with Silla's voice, the poisonous snake tightly entwined with him was torn off, and then, it was like the pain disappeared; Harry's face Crawling down on the ground, his glasses were gone. He was shaking violently, as if he were lying on ice instead of wood.

Then there was a sound in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw the glasses placed next to the headless bodyguard's heels, but the headless statue was lying quietly on the ground.

He put on his glasses and looked up, seeing Dumbledore's hooked nose just inches away from his own. Fan Lin also looked at him with a pale face, cold sweat dripping from Fan Lin's forehead.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry said, shaking so violently that he couldn't hold his head up normally. "Yes, I...where is Voldemort, where...was he driven away by Fanlin?...Who are they...what are they..."

The hall was crowded; the floor reflected dark green flames; wizards and witches walked about the room. When Dumbledore pulled Harry and Verlin up, Harry saw a stunned Cornelius Fudge next to the statues of goblins and house elves.

"There he is!" shouted a man in a scarlet robe and a ponytail. He pointed to a pile of golden debris on the other side of the room, where Bellatrix had been trapped.

"I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear he was You-Know-Who, he pulled a woman and then Apparated!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" muttered Fudge, who was wearing pajamas under his robe and breathing heavily as if he had just run several miles.

"Oh my God - it's here - here! - in the Ministry of Magic! - my God - it doesn't look possible - my God - how can this happen - —?”

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, obviously pleased that Harry was unharmed. He stepped forward, so the trusty ones were aware that he was there (some raised their wands; others were just surprised; the statues of goblins and house elves clapped their hands; Fudge jumped in surprise, he The slippers fell to the ground) - "You will find several escaped Death Eaters trapped in the Death Chamber. They are helped by the 'Anti-Apparition' spell and are waiting for you to find them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge gasped in surprise, "You are here - I - I -" He looked around at the Aurores he had brought. It was obvious that he wanted to Shout: "Get him!"

"Cornelly, I am ready to fight your men - and win again!" said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. "But you saw it with your own eyes just a few minutes ago. What I have been telling you all year." The truth. Voldemort is back. You have been chasing the wrong person for the past twelve months. Now it’s time for you to be more sensible!"

"I didn't—well—" Fudge growled, looking around as if hoping someone would tell him what to do. When no one came forward, he said: "Very well—Dennis! Williamson! Come to the Department of Mysteries. Dumbledore, you—you must tell me in detail—the Fountain of the Magic Brothers—at What happened here?"

A whimper entered his voice, staring at the remaining statues of witches, wizards, and centaurs on the ground.

"We can talk after I get Harry and Verlin back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"Both of them?" Fudge turned and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall next to the statue that protected Dumbledore during the duel with Voldemort.

"Why are they here?" Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

"Why—what's going on?"

"After Harry returns to Hogwart," Dumbledore repeated, "I will explain everything."

He left the edge of the pool and came to where the wizard's head was. He pointed his wand at it and said, "Portkey."

The head glowed blue and shook noisily on the floor for a while, then returned to calm.

"Look here, Dumbledore!" Fudge said as Dumbledore walked towards Harry holding the head: "You have no right to use that portkey! You can't act like this in front of the Minister of Magic, you - you ——”

His voice faltered as Dumbledore stared at him disdainfully through his half-moon glasses. "You must order the expulsion of Dorelos Jane Umbridge and your Special Operations Team from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "and you must order your Aurors to stop pursuing my protection. Magical Creatures teacher, let him come back to work, and cancel the wanted warrant for me and Fanlin, and I will give you tonight-" Dumbledore took out a twelve-hand watch from his pocket and looked at it. "--half an hour, during which time I think we can study what happened here. After that, I'm going back to my school. If you need me to give you more help, of course , you are welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. You can find me by writing 'Headmaster' on the address of the letter."

Fudge's eyes widened; his mouth was open, and his round face was tinged pink beneath his tousled hair.

"I-you-"

Dumbledore turned and looked at Harry. "You two, take this door key." He took out the golden head and said in an unquestionable tone.

In fact, Fanlin also wanted to see how Dumbledore dealt with the Ministry of Magic, but using a vampire's sacred weapon as a non-vampire was a great test for both magic and spirit.

At least he just wants to lie down now, and Harry is not much better. After all, he has just experienced the pain of tearing his soul apart, which is enough for anyone to be weak for a while.

Fanlin and Harry put their hands on it, not caring what they would do next or where they would go back.

"I'll see you in half an hour," Dumbledore said softly, "One, two, three."

Without the slightest resistance, Harry felt a familiar feeling again - a hook hooked in his navel and yanked him forward. The polished wooden floor disappeared beneath his feet; the hall, Fudge, and Dumbledore disappeared, and he flew forward in a whirlwind of brilliant colors.

Harry's feet hit the ground, his knees bent slightly and the golden wizard's head fell to the ground. He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office. When the principal was away, everything had been restored as before. The exquisite silver instrument was placed back on the table with pendant legs, spinning quietly in the smoke. The portraits of the principals were dozing in the frame, their The head either hangs back on the armchair or rests on the edge of the picture frame. Harry looked out the window and saw a green dividing line on the distant horizon: dawn was coming.

The silence, broken only by the occasional snoring of the portraits in their sleep, was too much for him to bear, and if the environment could reflect his inner feelings, the portraits would scream in agony. He walked around this quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying not to think about anything.

But he has no choice but to take responsibility for his actions.

He was arrogant and thought that his judgment was correct, and then he was kidnapped to the Ministry of Magic to help Voldemort get some crystal ball. What would he have done if Fan Lin hadn't happened to appear there?

Fetched what Voldemort wanted, and then was taken to Voldemort's lair by Malfoy?

Even Dumbledore couldn't possibly rescue him from somewhere, let alone, Voldemort would keep him?

Voldemort couldn't wait to kill him before, and all this, if not...

"you……"

"I know what you want to ask Harry!" Fan Lin said slightly tiredly. He had just escaped from the underground street and ran to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Harry.

I have to admit that they took too long and almost buried Harry inside. If Dumbledore hadn't appeared at the critical moment, the Avada Kedavra would have killed him or Harry among them. A person's life.

This is an inevitable result. Although the two of them injured Voldemort, it was because Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand were twins. But even so, Harry still couldn't stop Voldemort for too long, and even his magic.

Voldemort fought against both of them at the same time, and when he activated the Philosopher's Stone with all his strength, he only hurt Voldemort's skin, and could not even cause him any deeper damage.

This is really different from Fan Lin's idea. He originally thought he could do better, but now it seems that...

It seemed that the conversation between the two had startled them, or that they had already woken up when they first arrived.

This group of old guys like to do this, hide and observe secretly, and when they come to a conclusion, these old guys will jump out and express their opinions.

Phineas let out a long yawn, spreading his arms and squinting his eyes when he saw Harry.

"What brings you here so early? And you, Al-boy, I remember you have been expelled from Hogwarts.", Phineas said, "This room is not open to anyone other than the right headmaster." Is it a secret from outsiders, or was it sent to you by Dumbledore? Oh, don't tell me..." He yawned again, "Another news about my useless grandson?"

"Sirius is not a useless descendant." Harry was a little angry. He still could not tolerate others slandering Sirius, whether it was Bellatrix or Phineas.

In fact, Sirius and the Black family really didn't have much to deal with.

"Oh? But, that's what I think." Phineas.

"Oh, of course, as long as you're happy, but Sirius probably won't come here."

"Well, Phineas, if you don't say anything unnecessary, I hope this means," said a fat red-nosed wizard on the headmaster's desk, "that Dumbledore will be back among us soon?" Harry turned around , the wizard looked at him with great interest.

Harry nodded and looked at Fan Lin. The addition of these principals obviously ruined the conversation between them.

"Excellent", the wizard said, "He is no longer boring, in fact he is very boring." He sat on a king-like chair and looked at Harry with a kind smile, "Dumbledore thinks very highly of you. Gao, I think you know," he said comfortably, "Yes, he respects you very much."

The huge guilt in Harry's chest was now crawling like a parasite. He was no longer himself. Although there were no accidents in what happened today, someone was always hurt, and he also failed Dumbledore. Trusting him, he fell into Voldemort's trap so foolishly... He had never felt so deeply captured in his body and mind, and he had never wished so strongly that he would be someone else, anyone else... The empty fireplace suddenly There was a flash of green flames and Harry scooted away from his seat, staring at the man emerging from the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure walked out, and the wizards (portraits) on the surrounding walls immediately woke up, and many of them welcomed him loudly. (To be continued)