v2 Chapter 1798： With a Voldemort (1/2)

”When Sirius took us to the centaur temple, the magic that Voldemort left was attached to him, and it has been affecting Ron all these years.” Harry took a deep breath. ” No wonder he was so easy to control, Mad-Eye said the dark magic had a profound effect on Ron's soul.”

This matter is commonly understood, that is, with a Voldemort.

He may not speak directly in your head, but he will subtly influence you all the time.

Of course, Harry had one on him too, but it wasn't activated.

Ron this activated, and his soul immunity has been decreasing over the past few years.

Therefore, he is particularly vulnerable to the control and influence of black magic. Ron's ability to persist until now without degenerating into a hopeless dark wizard or lunatic shows that he is tenacious enough.

No one other than Ron had been under the influence of Voldemort for that long.

He's a brave wizard, but now, it's useless to say that.

”There must be a way!” said Hermione suddenly.

”Sirius is right, we have to learn to accept reality...”

Harry stopped, hearing Hermione cry.

Beside him, Hermione kept wiping her eyes with her hands, crying more and more.

Although he told himself not to cry, tears still fell uncontrollably when he looked at Ron lying silently in front of him. Immediately afterwards, she thought of Ai Wen again. What she fears most these days is the night.

Every night, she cried alone in the bed, missing Ai Wen.

Hermione forgot who said it before, either at Bill and Fleur's wedding, or when she got the news of Lupin and Tonks' marriage, or when someone else decided to get married: at this precarious time , People all cherish it very much, and do what they have to do, because they don't want to leave any regrets, so many people get married.

Even if they were killed by Voldemort tomorrow, at least they left no regrets.

Hermione felt like a fool for not saying anything or doing anything before.

Seeing Hermione crying so hard, Harry didn't know how to comfort her.

Because he was also sad, watching his best friend die.

Is there anything more cruel than this in the world?

Harry looked at Ron on the bed again, his face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was even more uncomfortable.

He continued to move his gaze, and his gaze fell on several items on the bedside table.

A silver lighter caught his attention, the deluminator Dumbledore had left to Ron.

Harry didn't know why Dumbledore wanted this thing for Ron!

This thing didn't help them in any way, just like the Golden Snitch that Dumbledore left him, is this deluminator just a simple deluminator, a souvenir?

What's the point of this? Harry thought irritably, reached for the deluminator, and with a click, he had just opened the lid, and a white ball of light floated out from inside, which was the light source stored inside.