Chapter 1802 The Nightmare Is Over

"That Riddle, the boy Voldemort, is he trustworthy?" Sirius asked, in the dim room, his eyes were shining brightly, and doubt was clearly written on his face.

Regarding Ron, after knowing the ins and outs, he has been blaming himself.

Back then, he took Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Ron to the centaur ruins for an adventure. Ron was possessed by Voldemort's Horcrux magic there, and Sirius always felt that he was also responsible. Including the follow-up, Ron was controlled by black magic so many times, and it was all related to this incident.

Sirius felt that he was going to save the boy. But it never occurred to him to let the boy Voldemort help Ron.

This sounds like a fantasy, it is ridiculous to the extreme.

"It should be trustworthy." Harry said uncertainly, "I've seen him a few times at Dumbledore's, but I haven't had much contact with him. Dumbledore and Ivan have communicated with him more, and they both think he's fine. .”

"Besides, we have nothing else to do right now," Hermione added.

"It sounds strange to ask Voldemort to save Ron." Fleur commented.

"No matter who it is, as long as it can save Ron..." Before Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, a white ball of light floated out of Ron's ear.

Between the flickering light and shadow, the body of fifteen-year-old Riddle appeared in front of everyone.

His face was pale, and his body became much darker, almost transparent. He looks bad now compared to what he was before.

"How is Ron? You succeeded?" Everyone asked hurriedly.

"I awakened his soul consciousness, but whether he can successfully defeat that soul fragment in the end depends on himself. In his soul, he himself is the master." Riddle said.

"What are you talking about? We don't understand!"

"It's not surprising, because you don't know anything about soul magic." Riddle said.

"Don't play games with us, Riddle!" cried Sirius. "Before I lose patience and tear you apart, tell us all about Ron."

"Sirius Black? I've heard your story. You abandoned the ancient family tradition and chose Gryffindor College. Tsk tsk tsk, from what I know about your father, he will be extremely disappointed. Mr. Black He is a good man, and when I was still studying at Hogwarts, I was generously supported by him."

"You are nothing but lunatics who insist on the supremacy of pure blood, put away that trick, it can't confuse me." Sirius shouted, "Now, answer my question."

"Seriously, you should really control your temper. Now I probably know why you chose Gryffindor. Even in the purest wizarding family, there will always be some freaks. It's not surprising. Hogwarts has felt that our family of pure-blood wizards needs to change."

"Answer my question, immediately."

"Okay, okay." Riddle said meekly, "As you can see, I did my best for this matter, and I paid a huge price for it. I was fucked to death by that guy inside once, and I didn't even have the original power of my soul. Suffering losses, I am the boy's benefactor, but whether Ron can wake up in the end depends on his own will. If he can defeat that guy in his soul, then he will destroy that Horcrux."

"What are we going to do now?"

"Wait patiently, Ron wins, and the Horcrux magic will be stripped from his body."

"What if he fails?"

"Then I personally suggest that you best kill him immediately, because if you fail, Ron's soul consciousness will dissipate, and his body will be occupied by Voldemort's soul fragments, and that Horcrux will control his body and absorb him. life force, and revive it based on it." Riddle said seriously, pausing for a while, "I guess the winner will be decided soon, if you have no objections, I want to go to rest first."

"You stay here and you are not allowed to go anywhere." Sirius said bluntly, pulled out his wand and pointed at the fifteen-year-old Riddle, "If Ron fails, you will also be buried for him."

"That's not the way to repay a benefactor."

"We didn't kill you immediately, it is already the greatest kindness."

"If it makes you feel better, I'll stay here," said Riddle, "but I must say, Sirius, that your magic cannot harm me. I really want to help you , that’s why I stayed here, Dumbledore and Evan Mason also promised me before..."

No one paid attention to him, and everyone was nervously watching Ron on the bed.

Time passed very slowly, every second seemed to be as long as a century.

Suddenly, a painful expression appeared on Ron's face. He seemed to be in great pain, and Harry felt his scar hurt more and more. He could clearly feel the breath of Voldemort's Horcrux on Ron, right in front of him.

"He did it!" said Riddle suddenly. As soon as he finished speaking, a Dark Mark emerged from the back of Ron's neck, getting brighter and brighter.

In an instant, the Dark Mark was separated from Ron. It shone with a strange light, it was very unstable, and cracks appeared at the skull.

Soon, the cracks are all over the mark.

The Dark Mark just shattered and disappeared, and Harry felt the pain from the scar lessening, but the pained expression on Ron's face did not disappear, nor did he wake up.

"Ron!"

"How is this going?"

"This idiot, he probably thinks that the power of the soul can be used at will." Riddle glanced at Ron on the bed, "The rest of the problem is not for me to deal with, you'd better prepare some soul-replenishing spirits for him." The potion of consciousness, he will recover, probably. I have to go back, don't call me until the last moment."

After he finished speaking, regardless of everyone's opposition, his body gradually faded and disappeared.

Ron on the bed, the pained expression on his face disappeared. He snorted, as if about to wake up.

In any case, Ron was finally out of Voldemort's control, and the nightmare was over!

.........

Late at night, Godric's Hollow. In the suffocating darkness, four figures spun and appeared in an empty alley.

Overhead was a dark blue sky, the stars already shimmering. Some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley, and only a few windows were still lit. Not far ahead, bright golden street lamps showed that there was the center of the village.

"Here we are, this is Godric's Hollow." A middle-aged man with a beard and a pot belly said, "This place is a lot different from before, but it's also natural. I haven't been back for many years."