Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 661

"kill me!"

Harry shouted angrily at the monster in front of him.

Watching Nagia's consciousness being taken over by Voldemort and becoming like that...

Harry shuddered,—it was a situation worse than death.

"No—no—Harry Potter, I have spent so much effort to invite you to my presence, how could I let you die so easily?"

"That would be such a waste!"

On this wall of flesh and blood, the masks surrounding Nagia, and the big snake wrapped around her all made a hollow humming sound.

Harry didn't know where the voice in front of him came from.

Is it the snake, or the mask, or Nagia, or Voldemort behind it...

Harry didn't know.

But his current mood is like falling into an ice abyss, numb and stiff, so cold that he feels unconscious.

Especially Voldemort was slowly pulling Harry towards the wall of flesh through the fleshy chair Harry was sitting on.

It was as if he wanted to turn him into Nagiya as well.

This was beyond Harry's tolerance.

Harry's painful performance made Voldemort, who was controlling Nagia, laugh.

He, or...'she' manipulated the body that merged into the wall of flesh, and slowly got out, revealing half of her body.

"Fear... I can taste the fear in you, Harry!"

"Are you afraid of becoming like this?"

The voice gradually became thinner, as if a woman was speaking.

"Harry, you know...I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to do exactly what the prophecy showed...and keep you alive..."

Voldemort said something Harry couldn't understand, and a sinister, smug smile appeared on that beautiful face.

"You will be my...be my pillar..."

She was muttering to herself, not as if she was speaking to Harry.

Harry watched the guy stretch out his hand, slowly approaching the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, his face full of greed and longing.

what--

As soon as he touched it, the scar on Harry's forehead began to ache again intently, and he felt as if his head was about to split in two.

He yelled loudly and struggled desperately.

Then Voldemort, or Tom Nagia Riddle, let go, and she stared at Harry in disbelief.

On her hand... the skin that was as thick as fat suddenly burst into blood-colored cracks, as if it had been burned by a fire, it was red and shiny.

"It shouldn't, it's impossible..."

"I have been resurrected with your blood, why am I still unable to touch this idiot in front of me..."

"It's impossible."

Voldemort reached out again and pressed Harry's forehead firmly.

"Ah! ah! ah!—"

"ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"

Nagiya's body and the big snake screamed together.

She hastily let go of her hand, and a series of blisters had already appeared on it.

Suddenly, Voldemort seemed to realize something, and froze in place.

She looked at Harry with an extremely complicated expression.

"... the idea of ​​love... so old fellow Albus...is that what he's referring to?"

Saying that, Nagia's figure... began to slowly retreat into the wall of flesh and blood behind him, turning into a motionless relief.

Then, the strange and permeable tree of flesh and blood began to slowly turn its triangular trunk, completely showing the other side in front of Harry.

Harry tried to scream, but no sound came out.

On the wall of flesh and blood in front of him, there appeared an unusually old image of Voldemort.

The face of the snake spirit...was covered with some kind of wrinkles, and his whole body was shriveled and carved on the wall of flesh and blood.

Likewise, he slowly leaned out of his body and stretched out his arms... so that the sharp nails ran across Harry's forehead.

Still the same pain, same burning.

The blood and flesh of the Flesh Tree avoided Harry's body.

Only the chair with fleshy vines was still firmly trapping Harry.

"I understand."

The chalk-like face twitched, and the red eyes shone...

So said Voldemort, and he drew a wand from the wall.

Pointing to Harry's feet.

Then, a whimper and gasp came from behind Harry.

After the snake spirit snorted dissatisfiedly, he waved his wand again, and cast a spell on something behind Harry.

The owner who made the sound began to slowly come into Harry's sight.

It was a naked child, the red skin was very rough, it looked like a layer of skin had been peeled off, and he was trembling with his arms folded.

The head is covered with certain fluff, and it looks like a baby that is growing rapidly.

For some reason, when Harry saw this thing, he felt both familiar and strange...a disgust from the bottom of his heart, but also felt that this thing was actually very weak and pitiful.

However, in fact, now Harry has no right to worry about the existence of this thing.

Because his own current situation was actually worse, no matter what Voldemort wanted to do...he would never invite Harry to afternoon tea.

At this time, the old version of 'Voldemort' said, "Look! Harry... this is the first time you really see his original appearance? This is the part of me in your body..."

Harry didn't speak, just gritted his teeth and breathed out.

"It's been 14 years, not long ago I finally figured out what happened that night..."

"Dumbledore's words still make sense, until now... I really still can't touch your soul and mind...Harry..."

"But he's different," said Voldemort coldly, and he returned his body to the wall.

Then the fleshy chair Harry was sitting on disappeared...

However, even if the culprit who trapped him disappeared, Harry still couldn't move.

Like a manipulated puppet, he stretched out his hand, pulling that disgusting, slippery, skinless guy... step by step towards the wall of flesh and blood.

"Do not--"

Harry resisted in his heart and called out loudly.

He prayed, prayed to everyone he knew.

But it didn't work, the two of them were still approaching step by step...the wall of flesh and blood.

The trunk of the triangular cylinder, turning again... the blank, unrelieved... wall of flesh facing Harry...

The wall of flesh and blood was surrounded by floating masks, leaving a large space in the middle.

It's like a place reserved for Harry.

First, there was the child monster without skin, half of his body was absorbed by the block of flesh and blood, and merged into it... Gradually, a series of protruding reliefs of scratches also appeared on the wall.

But his arm, which hadn't merged into the wall, was still holding Harry's arm so tightly that he couldn't break free at all.

tugging in--

Hands...arms...shoulders...arms...half a year body...

Harry's body... was dragged and inevitably merged into the wall.

He felt that the feeling on that side of his body almost disappeared in an instant.

Like ink that melts into the water...

Just when Harry fell into a state of extreme despair, a burst of purple-gold light began to spread from the other half of his body, like some kind of protective spell, preventing Harry from being further integrated into it.

"Albus Dumbledore!"

In the dead silence of this space, Voldemort's angry roar suddenly came out.

……

"Albus Dumbledore!"

A hissing sound came from the mouth of Harry Potter who was unconscious... lying on the ground.

The voice was full of uncontrollable anger.

In a certain room in [The Leaky Cauldron], Digory, Krum, Chen Xiaolong, Morita Chiko... were bending over to watch the mutation that happened to Harry.

Harry had been unconscious for some time.

Harry stiffened,

No matter how much they screamed they couldn't wake up.

The body temperature of his whole body began to drop rapidly, if not for the slightly undulating airflow from his mouth and nose.

Krum and the others thought Harry had died.

And it's not just this one trouble.

The Death Eaters actually started searching everyone in the hotel.

There are so many wizards... none of them dared to resist,
Those Muggle wizards were broken off their wands very 'obediently', and thrown into Diagon Alley, staying with those Muggles.

The room was booked according to Krum's name. Although no Death Eaters and their henchmen were searched for the time being due to Wilcodor's reputation as a Quidditch Seeker, it obviously couldn't be stopped for long...

And now that Harry was like this, there was no way he could sneak away from here.

Several people in the room fell into disagreements because of this incident, and everyone quarreled very ugly.

"Bang bang bang!—"

"Open the door!" Someone outside vigorously hammered the door, urging in an extremely rude and unceremonious manner.

The sound suddenly woke up everyone in the room. They looked at each other in blank dismay. Now that the matter had reached the expected stage... the warriors were a little at a loss.

"Look!"

Chen Xiaolong stared at Harry fearfully and said, he pointed to Harry's forehead.

The well-known lightning-shaped scar has twisted and squirmed...into a winding green snake.

Like a tattoo.

This?
Everyone was even more puzzled and fearful.

No matter what happened to the famous British savior... that famous scar directly turned into a snake.

This is not a good sign.

"Hurry up and open the door..."

The urging sounds from outside kept coming.

"Mr. Wilktor Krum..." Old Tom's anxious voice came from outside the door... with an extremely sharp sound, it seemed that he couldn't hold back those Death Eaters anymore.

"Get out of the way—"

"Old Tom, no matter who is inside... I will not let it go, even if it is the witch-singer Celestina Warbeck... No one can disobey Lord Voldemort's order..." Bellatrix's harsh voice sounded sharply.

"Araho Cave is open!"

Then, a spell sounded, and a burst of yellow light suddenly burst out from the keyhole above the door.

The door—open! !

The group of Death Eaters that Harry and the others had seen before squeezed in together holding wands.

Almost occupied half of the entire room at once. '

And Chen Xiaolong originally wanted to do his best just now... He wanted to make a big change on Harry's face again just like he did just now. '

But for some reason, I tried twice in a row and failed each time.

Harry still maintained his appearance, but the snake-shaped scar on his forehead... made his current appearance a little different from the original.

"Yeah! . . . Harry Potter!"

"I knew it... I knew he was here..."

Bellatrix, who was originally furious, was overjoyed when she saw Harry. The extremely smug, evil expression of joy on her face did not bother to hide it, and it was completely beyond words.

"You idiots still can't see the situation clearly until now, and you still dare to go against the will of the great Lord Voldemort and harbor this wanted criminal... I think you don't want to live..."

"Now, I can fulfill your wish!"

Bellatrix said cruelly to the crowd.

Lucius Dursley took a step forward, and it looked like he was about to say something, but then a trace of anxiety appeared on his face, and he closed his mouth tightly.

Bellatrix's triumphant yelling and the constant sycophancy of her men were all that remained in the room.

"Ahem...ma'am, this isn't Harry!"

cried Digory eagerly and wisely.

"What!" Bellatrix's excitement was interrupted by the voice.

"He's Dudley Vernon..."

"That's right, that's how they registered at the time, Ms. Bellatrix Strange...it's not my fault." Old Tom shrank back and explained to himself in a very weak and frightened manner.

"He looks a bit like Harry, that's all. He is a staunch Death Eater supporter."

"If you don't believe me, just look at the scar on his forehead... In order to make his appearance more similar to that famous boy... this idiot not only modified his appearance with magic to make him look younger, but also specially tattooed such a thing on his forehead for irony..."

Digory actually came up with such an explanation.

The inside and outside of the words actually made sense, which made the expressions of the people around, especially the warriors who knew the inside story, extremely weird.

And Bellatrix... This vampire woman with unusual charm was immediately furious when she heard the words. Her eyeballs swelled up and popped out of their sockets half-abruptly. There were streaks of blood in them, and two sharp and long fangs were exposed on her lips.

The face is covered with blue-gray blood vessels...

Her whole face immediately collapsed, looking terrifying and ugly.

"You actually tried to fool me with such an outrageous statement, so am I an idiot?"

At this moment, Lucius leaned over and pointed to Harry's forehead in a low voice as if to say something.

And Bellatrix's emotions became more and more out of control, and she roared angrily, "Lucius, are you out of your mind? This is clearly that little bastard from Harry Potter...It's exactly the same..."

"It's just that the scar on his forehead turned into a little snake... Those low-bred wizards of Gryffindor have always been so despicable and shameless. I knew this last year."

Seeing that Bellatrix was so angry, Lucius had no choice but to follow her instructions, moved in front of Harry helplessly, and waved his wand.

"Stop the curse!"

"Universal solution to the curse!"

"Quick appearance!"

"Nowhere to hide!"

After a few spells, the tattoo-like little snake not only did not turn into a scar, but also began to exude an evil black magic power, twisting and twisting on Harry's forehead.

Now, even Bellatrix was a little dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)