Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 698 The Third Pillar ([-])
After the "high" roar of the little tree man sounded, the area fell into silence, even Harry II Voldemort himself froze... froze in place, looking at the little guy on McGuffin's shoulder,
As for Harry and Hermione...the impact of this scene on them was not to mention.

In the dead silence, there was only the sound of the little thing yelling back and forth.

The slightly younger little thing in front of him, who looked like Dumbledore... Although he kept calling his name, the few people didn't want to believe that this little tree man was Albus Dumbledore at all.

First, it was Harry who broke the silence,
With a hoarse voice and an expression of extreme distrust on McGuffin, he asked loudly, "Albert, what's going on? What are you kidding? It... how could he be Professor Dumbledore!?"

"Yeah, Albert...you...don't be joking." Hermione said tremblingly.

McGuffin shook his head, he hadn't made a sound yet,

Harry II Voldemort suddenly burst into a wild and terrifying laugh, "You little lunatic... I have to say, it was the time when I laughed the most in my life..."

"Hahaha..." Then, the Dark Lord couldn't stop laughing again. After the laughter, he stared at the little tree man with red eyes and hoarse voice, "You are Albus... Are you Albus Dumbledore?"

"I'm... Dumbledore!" The little guy threw his arm behind his waist angrily, and shouted loudly at the people around him.

"Hehe, it's really interesting..."

Voldemort couldn't stop laughing again, "It's really you... It seems that you guys want to laugh me to death here..."

"If this is Dumbledore's plan, I can say...it has a high probability of being realized..."

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore! Dumbledore—"

Harry II Voldemort teased the little tree man with a grim face, making the little guy shout his name in impotent and furious voices.

After a while, he restrained his smile and looked at Harry and the others again, "It's really boring. I really don't know what I was worried about just now... It seems that Albus Dumbledore is indeed over. He exhausted all his abilities and only solved the remaining two incarnations of me."

"Harry, he can't break the bond between the two of us...nor kill mine..."

"Up to now, all he has left in this world is the little life of the magic power aggregate reconstituted by his own magic power and a little bit of poor thinking and soul fragments."

"However, this little guy is really interesting...Harry, when we become one, I will carry it in a flower pot and give it to you as a pet...Make fun of me too!"

"Dumbledore! Hahahaha..."

Obviously, Voldemort was very pleased to see the old fox who had always been against him reduced to such a ridiculous situation.

He even temporarily forgot to urge the magic ritual to continue, forgot to completely fuse himself and Harry together, so as to revive the strange tree and control the power of [Jomungard].

Under Voldemort's sharp laugh, Harry and the others fell into unprecedented depression, despair and negative emotions.

McGuffin had no choice but to tell them what he knew in order to boost morale.

"Harry don't need to be so depressed, I have other things to tell you..."

"Harry! Voldemort's [Horcrux]... Or in other words, this is the only fragment of the soul left... As long as the guy staring at you is killed, Voldemort will truly die completely, and will not be resurrected again."

Of course, McGuffin did not tell Harry and them that Voldemort could go back in time and resurrect himself through the power of [Jomungard].

Although he came up with a solution to Voldemort by observing the mixed reaction process of Dumbledore's magic power and World Tree's magic power, but speaking out would make that guy defensive.

McGuffin's words did not encourage Harry, Hermione and the others much.

It made Harry look even more dejectedly at his frozen godfather, Sirius Black.

However, these words caught Voldemort's attention, "Destroy me...kill the great Lord Voldemort..."

he yelled, but still didn't strike at it.

"Do you guys have this ability? Oh...by the way, not only you guys, but also your dear Professor Dumbledore..."

"Let that little thing attack too? I'm ready..."

Harry II Voldemort pointed to the little tree man and laughed triumphantly again.

After that, he turned his head to stare at Harry, ignoring McGuffin, Hermione and the others.

He continued to activate the weird magic ritual, and blood-colored mist rose from the wreckage of the strange trees around him, turning into more and more blood-colored filaments... and began to entangle and surround Harry.

Trapping Harry in that marshmallow cocoon with Voldemort himself.

It was getting denser and thicker, and the layer of silk thread was almost completely enveloping the two of them.

McGuffin knew it couldn't go on like this, he had to tell Harry something more.

So he waved his wand directly, aroused the magic power in the World Tree seedlings, and shot out golden light curtains, which temporarily separated Harry and the two.

"You bastard, how dare you—"

"Stop talking nonsense, Voldemort - or call you Riddle... This soul fragment of yours is the weakest one, isn't it? If it weren't for some kind of connection to Harry... you fellow wouldn't even be able to stand here and cast magic..."

Voldemort didn't speak, he looked coldly at the light curtain separating himself from Harry.

Then he raised the Elder Wand and tapped it lightly.

"The power of the World Tree..." he muttered slowly, "Dumbledore, and you little lunatic... Now, you will only use the power left over from ancient times like me... What is the difference between us!"

"Is this why you have the guts to finally appear directly in front of me? Do you think that with this kind of power as a new reliance, do you think I'm too weak to kill a few of you together like killing a few bedbugs?"

"I'd like to see what you can use to block my spell, and see how can you two not die once I make a move?"

After finishing speaking, he swung his wand and swung it across directly, several evil spells flew over directly.

"Humph!"

McGuffin was once again immersed in the world of [Curse of Echo Blue], perceiving the frequency of the magic power of these spells, as well as the method of breaking the spell issued by Voldemort.

Under Hermione's stunned gaze, he just waved his wand lightly like that, breaking Voldemort's spells one by one.

"No, it's impossible... No matter how talented you are as a Mudblood, it's impossible to reach this point... Yes, it's that ring, it must be that ring that made you do all this, and that old fox Dumbledore is also wearing that broken gold ring!"

Voldemort screamed in disbelief.

"I don't believe it's coming——Avada Kedavra!" A very thick green light shot at McGuffin.

"The worms are alive!" The worms transformed from the strange trees came to life again, and like a shield, they flapped their wings very quickly and blocked the [Death Curse].

The flying insects kept falling down, but they still blocked Voldemort's death curse.

"Don't waste your time, Voldemort... your magical power is far from reaching its peak, and you can't go through my shield at all..."

Voldemort grew impatient, he could not allow his authority to be questioned.

"Firefire!"

The black hellfire turned into a long giant python rushing towards his face.

"McGuffin... Black, and Ron..." Harry hurriedly reminded loudly in the blood cocoon.

McGuffin was floating back and forth, avoiding the giant python that Fiercefire turned into, while taking time to look at the others.

Black is frozen in the time zone, he is safe.It was impossible for Fiendfyre to spread into those areas where time was frozen, and if that area thawed out, Black could easily handle it.

Only Ron...and Nakia, who was tied up like a caterpillar, stood there, unable to move.

They were almost engulfed by the flame that burned everything.

"The end of the curse!"

McGuffin waved his wand vigorously, and a silver light exploded, barely suppressing the Fierce Fire Curse in a small area in the center of the field.

The giant black python roared, and after it had no magic power to swallow it, the black flame finally turned into a black-gray smoke that floated into the air.

At this time, McGuffin was finally able to fight back, and he directly fired a powerful spell at Voldemort.

Voldemort swung the Elder Wand, and the spell from the McGuffin flew away.

"It can be seen that you are indeed very talented, and you can achieve such mana at such a young age..."

"However, that's all."

Voldemort shouted loudly,
The translucent and flowing scales on the ground, like last time, exploded and turned into various monsters, huge monsters with spears, and various tentacles spread out, blocking the attack on McGuffin and Hermione.

It made it impossible for McGuffin to come to help Harry and interfere with this magical ceremony.

The silk thread became more and more entangled, and Hermione's spell hit the cocoon without any reaction at all, just like rainwater hitting the ground directly.

However, due to his meddling just now, the speed of Voldemort's magic ceremony was finally slowed down.

Seeing this, McGuffin immediately yelled, "Harry, hold on...use [Occlumency], don't let Voldemort use the connection between you...to anchor himself, to ensure the continuation of the magic ritual..."

"Think about it carefully, Harry, think about it for yourself...how did you come to this [Jomungard] world."

McGuffin went straight to explaining everything to Harry.

"...You should know that this is not your body, your original body is still underneath..."

"There are only your obsessions and phantoms here, as well as the power of [Jörmungandr] and the false shape given to you by that magic ritual..." McGuffin said loudly.

Hearing these words, Harry fell into a daze. He seemed to recall the scene when he passed out, and the previous two scenes where he met Voldemort in a dream.

"But..." Harry still had some doubts.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Everything here is made up of [Jörmungandrad]'s unconscious magical power... This huge body stretching across the sky is not even its original body... It's just a phantom left over from the traces of history anchored by Voldemort through magical rituals."

"Everything here will be transformed into traces of his dream by [Jermengaard]... the giant god that existed in ancient times."

"Whether the visitor has a physical body or not, or just a will, will be given the appearance of his own subconsciousness by the ubiquitous magic transformation here..."

"If you stay here for too long, you will be anchored in the power of [Jörmungandr] forever, polluted by its magic power beyond the limit..."

"That's why Voldemort needs three pillars to support his existence, to anchor him from being infected by the power of [Jörmungandr]...and the reason why his three incarnations are different. He needs two souls who have a deep and close connection with him...as pillars to bear all this for him, so that he has a unique connection with [Jörmungandr], and at the same time can keep him sane and not be polluted by the magic power beyond his control...In order to seize the power of this old giant."

Through [Curse of Echo Blue] and Dumbledore's previous actions, McGuffin has roughly understood... the essence of [Jomungard] and Voldemort's plan at the moment.

After hearing McGuffin uncover this layer of secrets, Hermione finally understood why the things she had experienced along the way were always so bizarre, why they were able to live in the same world as Harry with their physical bodies, and why Voldemort insisted that Harry's soul and will submit to him...

With McGuffin's explanation, Ha Yeli gradually came to his senses.

But that didn't stop... or, on the contrary, exacerbated Voldemort's madness...

He activated his magic power extremely quickly, and accelerated the magic ceremony that was like a cotton candy cocoon.

Threads of blood swirled around the two of them, and they were about to completely envelop Harry and Voldemort.

"Think of a way! Albert..." Hermione was so anxious that she was about to cry, she kept waving her wand in vain, casting out all kinds of spells she knew, trying to stop all this.

But McGuffin understands that this is the time when the magic ritual is the most intense, and it is the concentrated expression of the power of [Jomungarde]. The cocoon has been isolated to the depths of time. Needless to say, even if the little tree man on his shoulder becomes JOJO Dumbledore's style of painting again, it will not work.

He could only shake his head and say to Hermione, "There is no way, now we can only rely on Harry's own strength... This is his fateful battle with Voldemort, and no one can intervene in it. Even Professor Dumbledore can't help here..."

"Is that what we're watching?" Hermione exclaimed anxiously and angrily.

"No, as long as Harry can stabilize his mind, while he is now separated from Voldemort's soul fragment and cut off the connection with the Dark Lord, he can return to his body. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

"As for us... there are other things to prepare, and there are others who urgently need our help..."

McGuffin looked at Sirius and Ron, who had petrified into blue-gray.

(End of this chapter)