Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 685 Yemengard ([-])

"Harry, Harry... Harry Potter!"

A hissing, repeated sound sounded through the mist, waking Harry from his stupor.

There was silence all around, only the strange call, echoing constantly...

For some reason, Harry felt this voice crawling through his veins, his heart like a cold, slippery, scary snake...

A gust of cold wind blew, and the thick fog dispersed from both sides.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he recalled what the hell they had been up to.

"McGuffin! Hagrid...and his godfather Sirius! And the Dursleys...and himself surrounded by Voldemort..."

Yes, he's at the house at number four, Privet Drive.

Harry knew he had been drawn into Voldemort's nightmare again.

He took two steps back.

Because he saw the thing in front of him.

Voldemort, wearing a fuchsia suit and a green tie, was sitting in an armchair, 'smiling' looking at Harry himself.

The two look at each other——

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at Harry, "Sit down, Potter...I don't think anyone will bother us now. I think it's time to continue our last conversation..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unusually soft, cloud-like armchair hit Harry's calf directly, causing him to lie on his back on that chair.

To be honest, Harry was terrified.

But facing this Voldemort at this moment, what was more in his heart was the kind of unspeakable anger.

The two contradictory emotions made him feel like a coward for a while, and for a while he felt that he should directly confront Voldemort head-on, but his rationality reminded Harry that he should delay a little longer...

Harry tried to lift his head up, bravely looking directly at the nightmare he had been having for so many years... the enemy who was already destined - Voldemort.

Originally, Voldemort's melting candle-like face made people feel extremely disgusting, but now...he has become extremely old, and his whole face is full of shriveled creases...it is even more instinctively disgusting.

"Ah!"

Voldemort sneered, "Potter! Don't look at me with that superficial look..."

"Flesh and blood are weak, this body has long been decayed... I just rely on my magic spell to maintain my youthful body, and now it's just returning to its original appearance...!"

"Life and death, this is an issue that we wizards have to conquer for generations... Now, I am about to gain the most powerful power in modern times, and this body will naturally offer its final value."

As he said that, Voldemort looked at Harry with an extremely greedy and disgusting gaze.

Goosebumps fell all over Harry's skin.

"Okay, let's start a real conversation, shall we?"

"I think... now you also know what I want, right?"

Voldemort, in his rather outlandish Muggle suit, crossed one leg over the other, cocked,

Then put his hands together under his chin, with a chilling smile on his face, he said with a hiss.

Harry lowered his head and stared at the pair of dragon leather shoes, without saying a word.

Voldemort shook his head, the evil and cruel smile on the corner of his mouth never faded away.

"That's not wise, Harry!"

As the words fell, Harry felt an irresistible force, manipulating him to raise his head again, staring straight into those red eyes, and directly asked him to answer the question just now, "What you want is me...my life!"

"No, no, I don't want your life, on the contrary...I want you to live forever with me, to live forever...to climb the magic boundary that modern wizards have never reached, and to rule the whole world together."

"Harry Potter! Promise me, dedicate your soul and all your loyalty to me..." Voldemort persuaded earnestly and kindly.

"Don't you want to bring your parents back to life? I can do it... as long as you promise to be loyal to me..."

"A simple promise will do. I will snatch Lily and James back from death."

With a wave of Voldemort's hand, a tall mirror appeared in front of Harry. It appeared that Harry and Cho Chang were standing together, and behind them were his parents.

"There's no hesitation, Harry! Isn't this the life you've always wanted? As long as you promise...it will come true...family, love...all the things you lack and hope for..."

Harry bit the tip of his tongue, feeling a sharp pain, he woke himself up from Voldemort's narration, he closed his eyes, trying not to listen to the guy's bewitching.

"You can't do it, no one has ever been able to resurrect the dead..." Harry retorted with difficulty.

Hahaha--

Voldemort burst into a smug, grinning laugh, like a viper spitting venom.

"Don't compare the great Lord Voldemort with those mediocre and incompetent people..."

"Harry Potter...let me show you the truth of the world?"

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it lightly.

The dense fog slowly receded and dissipated, revealing all traces of the surrounding areas that were originally covered.

The cold wind blew past Harry like a sharp bayonet,
Hurrah scrape to the back.

The originally soft ground gradually hardened, became smooth, and became black and gray with certain patterns, like some kind of scales, which were arranged in a dense manner. (Each piece is the size of a car)

Harry saw these fine scales stretching away into the distance, like the end of a road...until it was out of sight.

Harry saw the swirling and shifting clouds, floating far down on either side, being thrown behind him repeatedly.

"Potter! Welcome to the Old God... on the body of [Jormungandr]..."

Voldemort said very proudly and confidently, he watched Harry's shocked expression with interest.

"Look? This is me... This will be my form of existence to rule everything..."

Harry stared at the scales, he felt his body gradually melting, and he heard some kind of loud bell ringing in a trance... as if someone was constantly telling him the ultimate answer to everything in the world.

He was falling, falling... all the memories he kept in the world, Voldemort... Dumbledore, McGuffin, Hermione, Ron... Black... those hateful and precious memories... were all in Harry's mind, slowly fading away, becoming nothing.

He seems to know everything and forget everything!
Harry, he was craving this feeling...couldn't get away...

"Damn... wake me up!"

With a loud shout, Harry woke up from that terrible state.

And at this time, he discovered with surprise and horror that his wrists spread like branches and vines, and strips grew... like small hands with the thickness of thumbs.

"what is this……"

"Knife cutting!" A golden light flashed from Voldemort's wand across Harry's wrist.

After a sharp pain, those horribly strange little hands fell off Harry's hands.

Before he cried out in pain,
"Healed as before!" The wound on Harry's wrist was stopped by Voldemort again.

At this time, Harry finally believed that Voldemort hadn't lied about one thing before, and now he had to temporarily guarantee Harry's safety.

"I kind of forgot... You can't look directly at this existence yet..."

Saying that, Voldemort waved his wand again, and the thick fog once again covered the surroundings.

The cold wind, the cold at tens of thousands of feet, the difficulty in breathing... and the strange scenery, the strange feeling of omniscience all disappeared again.

Although facing Voldemort alone, Harry felt a false sense of security in his heart.

The two sat down again, in the armchairs.

"I know you don't believe me... Potter!"

"But, who do you think you can rely on... your crazy but extremely weak godfather Blake? Look at what that idiot did more than ten years ago... or the great Albus Dumbledore..."

Hearing Voldemort start rambling, Harry was even more certain...that he would never agree to any request from this guy, no matter what he was going to say next.

"Potter, it's better not to trust the halo on Dumbledore...he's not for your own good..."

"That coward didn't dare to confront me head-on, instead he found a crazy woman to make a prophecy..."

"Potter, did you know that in that prophecy, only one of us will live?" said Voldemort. "Oh... so you know..."

"However, do you know that there is a special connection in our bodies? You are my [Horcrux], a part of me..."

"Do you know that if you want to kill me, you will definitely die? Guess why he values ​​you so much... takes care of you so much... I don't need to explain more, do you?"

"When he sent that stupid big Ruburt to save you 14 years ago, he was planning to kill you, Potter!... Do you still want to be loyal to such a person?"

"Old Albus is far more hypocritical than most people... Potter, don't be fooled by the appearance he puts on."

When Voldemort was normal and patiently 'brainwashed' Harry,
Under the shadow that spanned the sky, there are still wizards who have not been swallowed up.

Those two were Lucius and Bellatrix.

They were stationed in the distance from house number four on Privet Drive with their heads down, watching the area.

The mood of the two was extremely depressed, and they were extremely nervous.

And Nagia Voldemort, who was by their side, had already left.

However, these two people who had already surrendered to Voldemort were assigned a task, which was to keep a close eye on this place to see if there was any change...to prevent those guys from escaping.

While Lucius was panicking, Nagia's voice rang in their ears again.

"What did you find?"

"Lord Voldemort, no, there is nothing unusual!" Bellatrix immediately replied obsequiously.

The rustling sound became louder and louder, the swarm of insects rolled, and a female figure condensed again.

Nagia Voldemort said, "I am now in the shadow of the sky behemoth, and I have established a connection with Harry... Soon, as I go deep into Harry's heart... I will use this connection to break through Dumbledore's stupid defensive spell..."

"...when all the dust settles...when I become a god, and reach that inconceivable limit...I will reward you all."

Nagia Voldemort hissed.

"Master, this is what we should do..." The two hurriedly responded.

Nagia Voldemort stopped talking, and turned her red eyes to the sky.

A terrible shadow is twining and gathering... more and more real,
Huge scales loomed, and two hill-like green suns pierced through the dark shadow, shining here, covering the wasteland with a strange green.

"Hiss, hiss... Yemengard..."

Nagia let out a terrible sharp laugh, her eyes were full of greed and desire, looking at the shadow above the sky.

In the entire dead wasteland, there is not even a sound of the wind, only this terrible hissing laughter is constantly echoing.

I don't know how long it took, but finally there were some changes.

But for Harry, and for everyone in house number four, Privet Drive, it was an even worse change.

On the sky that they couldn't see and couldn't observe, the black shadow began to change more significantly, it squirmed, gradually separated, and slowly emerged——

Those black shadows that look like water pipes are constantly entangled, like a vortex...slowly turning and separating.

In the center of it, a huge snake head that can almost occupy the entire field of vision slowly protrudes down with a hideous mouth.

The fangs in the huge mouth were densely packed... a circle of jagged and abrupt piercing out.

It seems to swallow everything here.

The magic power that was originally invisible, clearly appeared, and gathered... like cotton candy... was sucked into it, the petrified dead branches on the wasteland, and the rocks on the ground were trembling slightly... were pulled upwards by indescribable force....

The situation at number four, Privet Drive, was even worse.

It is the thing facing under the giant mouth of the snake head...

The house was covered with a layer of flickering light and shadow, and a purple-red light seemed to be torn apart forcibly... Like wool being pulled, it floated up one by one... into the abyss of the giant mouth.

huh-huh-

The terrible echo sounded from nowhere.

Echoed in the entire sky, like the breath of this monster.

And Nagia Voldemort watched all this, with a look of fascination and longing on his delicate and charming face.

"Yes, that's it...Harry, you will fall into my hands after all..."

But before this guy finished speaking, a golden light eroded from the distant sky.

The vortex of the black shadow was slowly wiped away bit by bit.

The snake head also hid in the sky again and disappeared.

At the same time, Yermungard neighed angrily, and Nakia Voldemort roared angrily.

"Do not--"

"World Tree, Albus Dumbledore...I want you to pay the price!"

Nagia Voldemort's exquisite face was covered with blood vessels and veins, forming a hideous shape.

But what made her even more angry was yet to come.

The originally dead and desolate ground began to vibrate, and vines drilled directly from the foot of the house, entwining the house very quickly and completely enveloping it.

Then with a puff, it was pulled into the ground and disappeared.

Now even Lucius and Bellatrix knew something was wrong, they couldn't stop trembling.

(End of this chapter)