Chapter 848

In the quiet corridor of Hogwarts in midsummer, the image of young Voldemort suddenly became extremely blurred.

He walked alone in the empty corridor, as if driven by an invisible force.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly, with a hint of madness and pleasure in his laughter.

Then, his body turned into a ball of black gas, and quickly flew out of the windows and gaps of Hogwarts and went straight into the sky.

Above Hogwarts, this ball of black gas quickly condensed-

The figure of young Voldemort reappeared, he sat on a bronze throne, and the throne was burning with pale flames.

His eyes were focused and cold, and he chanted complex spells.

As he chanted the spell, the space around Hogwarts began to change subtly. The three dimensions of matter, spirituality and spirit seemed to be summoned and began to vibrate and tremble.

This vibration gradually intensified, and the surrounding air, ground and even the lake in the distance seemed to fluctuate under the influence of this force.

In the end, these dimensions were not only vibrating, they seemed to be crushed by invisible huge pressure and began to show signs of fragmentation. From Hogwarts to the surrounding landscape, everything seemed fragile in the face of this incredible power.

The young Voldemort looked unusually peaceful on the bronze throne, as if he was sitting at the center of the world, as if he held the thread of fate in his hands.

The world around him trembled and wailed under his spell, but could not escape the control of this dark wizard.

"It's started" With this gentle murmur, Tierra, who was in the principal's office, suddenly disappeared.

The teacup originally held by Tierra suddenly lost its support and fell from the position where Tierra had just sat, making a crisp cracking sound.

The black tea splashed out of the cup, forming a deep red stain on the floor.

The next moment, with Tierra, the young Voldemort who was suspended in the air disappeared.

The same scene also happened in Africa, the old Voldemort sitting on the golden throne above the Cameroon volcano.

In Bhutan, the Scottish Highlands and Cameroon, the sky suddenly lit up with three colors of gold, silver and copper, like three mysterious huge pillars connecting the mysterious power between heaven and earth.

In Bhutan, a mountainous country known as the "Land of Happiness", local residents flocked to the quiet valleys and looked up at the golden light column. Tibetan monks held scriptures and prayed devoutly, regarding this spectacle as a sacred omen, while ordinary people knelt on the ground to thank nature for its mysterious gift.

In the Scottish Highlands, between the vast mountains and rivers, villagers were surprised to see the silver light column rushing up to the sky. They interpreted this scene as a sign in mythology and legend. The legendary Scottish gods seemed to be conveying some message to them, guiding people to an unknown destiny.

In Cameroon, as the heart of the African continent, the copper light column pierced the sky like a strange rainbow. The local tribal elders and wizards believed that this was the favor and blessing of the gods, so they held a grand ceremony to thank the gods for their gifts with songs, dances and sacrifices.

As the three light columns converged in the sky of Bhutan, the Scottish Highlands and Cameroon, an unprecedented magnificent scene was presented to the world, and the entire skyline was shrouded in splendor.

The hot flame lines started from each vertex of the triangle, with strong light and heat, winding like three giant dragons, moving towards the other two points at an astonishing speed. These flame lines drew a dance of light and fire in the air, and their paths seemed to follow some ancient and mysterious geometric laws.

These flame lines intersected in the air and burst into dazzling light, like the sun in the sky.

At this moment, almost everyone in the world saw the flame lines that suddenly appeared in the air.

In Pakistan, the roadside vendors put down their goods and looked up at the sky in surprise, their mouths slightly open, and their expressions revealed disbelief.

In the villages of Afghanistan, the old people sat at the door, shielding the sun with their hands, watching the flame lines running intently, and exclaiming from time to time.

In the cities of Ukraine, young people gathered in the square, taking pictures of this spectacular scene with their mobile phones, and discussing the origin and meaning of the flame lines.

In the farmlands of Poland, farmers stopped farming and looked up, and for a time the fields were full of exclamations and discussions.

In Paris, France, customers of a cafe sat on the terrace, pointing and talking. Some thought it was a change in the celestial phenomena, while others interpreted it as some mysterious omen.

In a small town in Germany, people gathered on the street, staring at the three fiery lines of fire in the sky without blinking, their faces full of astonishment and confusion. An old woman pointed her finger at the sky and said to her neighbor in a trembling voice: "What is this? Is it a sign from God?" A group of young people quickly took out their mobile phones and took pictures of this mysterious scene, hoping to attract more attention and discussion on social media.

In the city of Libya, people gathered in the square, watching this spectacular scene, and discussing its possible origin and meaning. Some people thought it was an alien invasion, while others thought it was a manifestation of God. They were extremely shocked and uneasy about this sudden scene.

In the market in Algeria, black vendors put down their goods and looked up at the sky, their eyes full of doubts and curiosity. The herders stopped and gathered together, pointing at the flame line in the sky, muttering something.

At the moment when the triangle was formed——

"Ah——!"

Harry, who was enjoying a rare leisure time on the deck, suddenly screamed.

This morning, Harry woke up naturally. Harry rested his head on his head, looking at the scenery flying in the blue sky outside the window, and enjoying the rare lazy morning.

The ship swayed gently and slowly approached the Panama Canal.

Ron and Hermione, his friends who enjoyed this journey with him, also found ways to relax. Ron played water polo in the open-air swimming pool on the deck, while Hermione sat on the deck chair and immersed herself in the magic books she brought.

It was in such a leisurely time that Harry suddenly frowned.

An indescribable feeling began to spread from the ring he was wearing. It began to heat up without warning, and the heat grew rapidly, as if it was going to burn his skin. Harry clenched his fists, and could almost feel the blood boiling under his skin. The feeling was sharp and piercing.

His face turned pale instantly, and the sweat on his forehead began to form a stream and slide down from his forehead.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his lips slightly opened, and his breathing became rapid and shallow. The pain in his eyes was obvious, and the brilliance in his eyes was eaten away by the pain, leaving only deep fear and confusion.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to control the increasingly strong inner power.

It seemed that there was a huge propeller spinning frantically in his body, stirring his internal organs. Every cell and every bone marrow was twisted and pulled violently by the invisible force. His heartbeat seemed to be forced into his throat. He felt waves of dizziness sweeping over him, and every heartbeat brought a needle-like pain.

What was even more terrifying was that this power was not limited to the body, it seemed to touch the depths of his soul. Harry felt that his heart was stirred by the churning emotions and blows, and fear, anger, and sadness were intertwined, as if to tear him apart.