Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 660

"Harry - Potter -"

Parseltongue whispers echoed through the air.

Harry was no longer in the [Leaky Cauldron], suddenly he felt the world spinning, the ground seemed to turn into quicksand, and he fell into a slowly falling black hole.

There was a dead silence around, and it took him a long time to land in a place filled with white mist.

In the real mist, the Parseltongue's cry began again.

Or it was just a whim in his head,
Harry doesn't know...

However, all this in front of him made Harry feel very familiar, and he remembered... This scene had already happened once in Hogwarts.

It was McGuffin and Professor Dumbledore who woke him up.

He knew what he was going to face now.

Gritting his teeth, Harry took a deep breath of the icy air, mustering up the courage in his heart.

Moved by his thoughts, he, who had no clothes on his body, immediately put on the wizard's robe, and took the phoenix tail feather wand that he was most familiar with in his hand.

"Harry - come - come -"

That voice kept thinking in my ears, and the surrounding white mist gradually dissipated.

Instead, a twisted and winding road appeared in front of Harry's eyes, and on both sides of him was the continuous black rain, swishing down...

Harry tried to remember what McGuffin had told him,
——This place is the reflection of the world dimension, and it can also be said to be a temporary space where people's thoughts and magic power meet... Even Muggles and ordinary wizards may enter here by mistake.

If you want to get out of here, you can only follow the will and feeling in your heart...to find the key node.

As soon as he came to this conclusion, Harry immediately found that even if he didn't act, the cobblestone path under his feet... was like a Muggle elevator, quickly moving him towards a certain destination.

Harry knew that no matter what was in front of him...

This must have something to do with Voldemort, and he must not be able to follow the devil's ideas.

So, Harry tried to walk out of the path... but as soon as he stepped out, he immediately found himself back on the path, and even took a step further...

Some black and red scenes have been looming...appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

This is a busy old fashioned street in London.

That kind of old-fashioned car that can be placed in a museum, spewing choking black smoke, driving slowly on the street, besides... there are various carriages on the street...

The ground is full of various black and yellow objects of unknown meaning, exuding an inexplicable smell... There are some poorly dressed Muggles holding some tools, and they are cleaning these things one by one numbly and indifferently.

Most of the people's clothes are very old, and they look like they were in the 30s.

However, the faces and expressions of these Muggles are all blurred, like puppets without facial features, mechanically walking back and forth on their own trajectory.

For some reason, this horrifying scene didn't stop Harry.

He walked straight forward according to the inexplicable guidance and feeling in his heart...

Came to a street full of black mysterious objects with unknown aoe flavors,

The dilapidated street was lined with weeds and splintered heads and bits of rusted... useless iron and rubber.

Nobody here cleans up these things.

Finally, Harry went through a large iron gate and into a bare yard.

Behind the yard is a square, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.

These objects... everything in front of Harry's eyes was slowly burning with a black-red transparent flame.

And he knew the place—

Professor Dumbledore had shown him this memory once.

This is Voldemort... or rather the Muggle orphanage where Tom Riddle spent his childhood.

"Harry - Potter - come in - come in -"

The Parseltongue user seemed to know about Harry's arrival.

The front door behind those few steps opened automatically, and the dark room...as if inviting Harry to enter it, slowly opened little by little with a creaking sound.

"Come in--"

The voice ordered directly in a tone that could not be refused.

Harry didn't have time to react, his body was like a puppet, according to the set procedure... he was forced to manipulate and walked directly into it.

He entered a foyer with black and white tiles.

The whole room looked run down but very neat and spotless.

In the middle of the room stood a teenage boy,
He's very handsome and tall for his peers (especially Harry before)... tall,

He has black hair and a pale complexion.

The guy was squinting slightly, looking Harry up and down.

"Voldemort!" exclaimed Harry, who was the first to break the silence.

He recognized the Dark Lord from Dumbledore's memory.

Although Harry knew that in the end... he would face this guy,

But I didn't expect it to come so quickly, so unexpectedly... In this way, I met this guy.

"Harry - Potter -"

A younger version of Voldemort let out a piercingly shrill laugh and said in Parseltongue, "Welcome, welcome, Harry!"

"We meet again! Sit down! Come sit down..."

"This time you are a guest I am going to treat...a distinguished guest..."

Voldemort, no... It should be Tom's middle finger circling in the air.

A dilapidated wooden stool spun around, whirled over from the back room, and came to Harry's side in one fell swoop, directly bumping into his leg, causing him to bend his leg, and fall back...and sat down on his buttocks.

Then, he also got himself an identical stool and sat down in front of Harry.

With a distance of more than two meters...

It was the first time Harry looked at the Dark Lord so squarely.

Even in such a young child's appearance, Tom Riddle still looks horrifying...

He was surrounded by a cold, cruel atmosphere, like a dank, cold, bottomless black cave, devouring all the hope and comfort in Harry's heart.

Harry tried to muster up the courage in himself, and stared at him.

He didn't know what Voldemort's purpose was behind all this.

Normally speaking, the revived Voldemort no longer needed him, and he should torture himself when he met.

Or just like last time, directly invade your own consciousness...

Instead of being like this now... It's a nonsense to say that you are a guest...

"I can see that you have a lot of doubts... Potter..."

"Didn't Albus Dumbledore tell you a lot? ... I can see that ... you clearly recognize who I am."

"However, I don't know if he told you that prophecy...that prophecy that was circulated in the magic newspapers a few days ago..."

"Oh, it seems you know!"

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, and ignored Harry's dead silence, staring at him...pointing the wand at himself,

Tom Riddle said so unhurriedly and slowly.

"Then you know... you and I can only live together in the end? According to the so-called prophecy..." Tom grinned, this joke... made that handsome face reveal a kind of extremely cruel and pure evil.

"Actually, this is also true, because you are a part of me... the sixth [Horcrux] I created!"

"I think... the so-called Dumbledore will definitely not tell you about this..."

"Lie!" Harry yelled sharply.

But he panicked inside, not because he heard the terrible news, but because Harry felt that he was starting to believe what Voldemort said a little bit.

"It's not true!"

He would never allow himself to do that, and Harry yelled again at Tom Riddle's claims.

"Harry, Harry..." Voldemort shook his head and said in a very smug tone, "You duplicity...No one can hide from the great Lord Voldemort. It seems that the mutual trust between you and Dumbledore is nothing more than that."

"I'm not a liar like Albus...Harry!"

"Let me tell you... this news was obtained from the original owner of the prophecy...that is, Sybill Trelawney who pretended to be crazy and foolish."

"And you... don't you have any doubts and guesses about this special connection between you and me?"

Harry took a deep breath, and he frowned, struggling in pain in his brain and rejecting the doubts in his heart about Dumbledore and everything he believed in, even if it was a little bit, a little bit.

"Think about it carefully? How do you think you warriors came to London from Hogwarts..."

"I can't believe that my destined enemy... is such a fool. If it was MacGuffin Albert, I could accept it reluctantly, but you are such a fool, neither have outstanding talent nor extraordinary intelligence... I really don't know why fate chose you."

said Tom sarcastically.

"Okay, but now your fate is over... Harry!"

"I gave you the most merciful and honorable ending...to express...my admiration for the courage of your parents who sacrificed themselves to let their children survive...I have always admired courage."

He said in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, Harry suddenly realized that something was wrong with his body.

At some point, the chair seemed to grow fleshy vines... began to spread out, and... began to wrap around Harry's body densely.

It was like a devil's net, tightly strangling Harry, wrapping him... pulling him in a certain direction, desperately dragging him.

At this moment, Harry saw that everything around him changed drastically again.

Those objects covered with a layer of black and red flames, the house... all disappeared at once.

He was on a ground glowing orange.

This place is also very familiar to Harry,
He quickly remembered... the scene he saw when he was connected to Voldemort's brain at that time,

——The fragment of the strange world I saw.

It was a field full of huge sculptures, abandoned temple complexes... fragments of the magic space of the old world,
However, on this land, there is another hair-raising thing.

It was a bunch of huge trees made of flesh and blood, more than ten meters high...

The bone frame turned into branches, the blood vessels and muscles became the trunk, the fat and brain nerve tissue became the canopy... These things were growing conspicuously and wantonly on the lava land.

And on the trunk of the blood vessels and muscles, there are still white faces emerging... Specious emotions... All kinds of facial expressions appear and disappear abruptly.

Come alive, just like a real human face.

The trunk of this plant is unusually thick, unusually strange...

It grows straight up to the sky, presenting the appearance of a three-pillar,
What's even weirder is that each side of it is like a wall, and it appears in Harry's sight at the same time.

This kind of thing that is extremely impossible to happen in the real world happened directly.

On two of the walls...the faces of fear, despair, collapse, vanity, and greed are constantly floating around, and the closest to the eyes...the tree trunk facing Harry is slowly protruding a woman's figure.

She was completely naked except for a thick giant snake... tightly coiled to cover her body.

The woman's face is the faces of Chen Xiaolong, Morita Chiko, Qiu Zhang and others.

"Nagia..."

Harry looked at the giant snake and cried slowly, he recognized it...or it could be said that he had already guessed the reason for this woman.

【Blood Curse】!
She is the woman who turned into that giant python through [Blood Curse].

— Nagia.

Harry seemed to have heard McGuffin mention this matter.

Harry's cry seemed to awaken something, and the eyelids of the woman trapped in the fleshy tree trembled suddenly.

Her chest began to rise and fall slightly several times, as if she was starting to breathe... as if she was about to come alive.

Then, before Harry could react, that... body that had sunk deep into the wall of flesh and blood began to struggle violently.

Like a relief, she struggled to stretch out her arm from the wall, holding in mid-air... with her eyes closed, struggling to grab something in mid-air, trying to pull herself out by pulling something.

Struggling desperately, but to no avail.

There was no way Harry could go... near this extremely suspicious and creepy wall created by Voldemort.

What's more, he was still firmly trapped in place by the chair covered with fleshy vines under his own buttocks, unable to help her at all.

As Nagia came back to life, the giant python wrapped around her also squirmed.

It swallowed the letter, tightened its huge body little by little, and then pulled Nagia back into the wall of flesh and blood little by little.

The tree trunk in front of Harry's eyes had once again returned to the wall like a relief mural.

At this moment, that female body... Nagia suddenly opened her eyes,
"Mr. Potter, welcome... this time we have officially met."

"Take a good look in front of you?... That's all, look what I have prepared for you..."

"...you will live forever with me."

That familiar bloody red light, evil and cruel eyes, playful tone...

They are all proving her... Whose consciousness and thoughts are in the body of the woman trapped in the relief in front of Harry...

—It was Tom Snakeface Riddle.

(It seems that Voldemort has learned from (a certain snake uncle) in the migrant worker comic next door...and developed a new hobby.)
(End of this chapter)