Chapter 1846 The Broken Soul

When Harry opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying in the fog, but the surrounding fog became very bright, unlike the dense fog he had seen just now, it wasn't that the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, Rather, these cloud-like vapors have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.

The surrounding mountains of corpses also disappeared, and the ground where he lay seemed to be white, clean, neither hot nor cold, just a kind of existence, a kind of flat and empty thing.

A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: the tiny thud of something flapping, swinging, struggling. This voice is pitiful, but also a little wretched. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.

What the hell is going on here?

What about Voldemort?

Was he killed by him?

Why did it appear in this place, Harry couldn't understand, he had many questions.

He wondered what the hell happened?

And what about fifteen-year-old Riddle?

Harry instinctively went for the Resurrection Stone before realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes.

He sat up, his body seemed unharmed. He touched his face, and his glasses were gone.

It was strange, but Harry wished he had clothes on, and just as the idea took shape in his mind, a robe appeared not far away. He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm. How strange that it just came out like that, the idea just occurred to him...

Harry stood up and looked around, he found himself in a huge building.

There is so much to see. A huge dome of glass glistened in the sunlight high above his head. There was silence all around, only the weird crashing and whimpering sounds, coming from the nearby mist...

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above which is the clear glass dome.

This is King's Cross Station, and the hall is empty except for him, except for...

He flinched.

He saw the thing that made the sound. The shape of the thing was a child, curled up on the ground, the red skin was very rough, it looked as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, and it was lying shivering under a seat, being discarded. Stuck there, struggling to breathe.

Harry is terrified!

Although the thing was small, weak, and injured, he didn't want to go near it.

However, he moved over little by little, ready to withdraw at any time.

Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the guts to do so, he felt like a coward. He should have comforted it, but it repelled him.

"You can't help him."

Harry turned sharply at the sound. It was Albus Dumbledore.

His back was straight, his steps were brisk, he was wearing a flowing dark blue robe, and he was looking at himself with a smile on his face, the same as before.

As Ivan said, he met Dumbledore. This is the boundary between life and death, and Harry has too many questions he wants to ask him.

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The Killing Curse hit Harry Potter with unerring accuracy, and his life was rapidly disappearing.

Voldemort was ecstatic!

He finally killed the boy, he proved his strength, he was invincible, he... Voldemort couldn't stop laughing right away.

At the same time that Harry Potter died, an unprecedented impact hit his head, like an iron fist hitting his head hard, but it was not a physical attack, but a soul attack.

Voldemort's soul has been hit hard!

This force broke through his protective magic, even the magic power of the Double Snake Staff, and directly acted on his soul, which was beating unsteadily.

Voldemort fell from a height.

...

Darkness, nothing but darkness.

Even though it was dark, it couldn't block Voldemort's sight, but he didn't know where he was. There was no sight here except the darkness. Voldemort was a little puzzled, but he soon lost the energy to look around. He was terrified. I found my body was breaking apart.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

An unprecedented fear strikes, that is the feeling of death! Voldemort was scared, just like the night he failed sixteen years ago, this was a power he didn't understand, he didn't know what happened, but he could feel that if he continued, he would die, in the true sense of the word.

His magic, all his efforts on the road to immortality, were useless. Under the action of a strange force, his body is shattering, and he will completely become nothingness.

Power, immortality, immortality, it was all a ridiculous dream, and now this dream has woken up!

He was witnessing the whole process of his own collapse. If no measures were taken, he, the mighty Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the world, the supreme Dark Lord, would die. At the moment before he is about to be omniscient and omnipotent, to become an eternal existence, and to surpass all gods.

"No!" Voldemort roared unwillingly, he had to stop all this.

He wanted to wave his wand and then realized he had nothing in his hands, he lost his wand, he lost his connection to the wand, his magic, he lost all his powers.

Without the protection of magic power, his body would inevitably shatter, and a large number of fragments would fall.

Every time a fragment fell, Voldemort became weaker, mixed with fear, hatred and anger rose, Voldemort didn't understand what happened, he clearly killed Harry Potter, he had mastered the Elder Wand, With the help of the magic power of the Snake Rod to complete that spell and become a god. Everything was going very smoothly, why did such an accident occur at the last moment?

Why did he become like this after killing that boy?

Voldemort wanted to know the answer!

He can't just die here!

"Why?! Answer me?!"

"I reminded you, mortal, that at the last moment, you must stabilize your soul."

An ancient whisper sounded in the void, as if from far away.

"I did as you said!" cried Voldemort frantically.

As if the man who fell into the water had grasped the last straw, he knew who the owner of this voice was.

It was the statue of the ancient god, the powerful existence who claimed to be the God of Devouring!

"Unfortunately, you didn't, your soul is shattering, you are being reduced to nothing."

"What should I do?" roared Voldemort. Prompted by this voice, he realized that what was collapsing was his soul.

This is his soul world!