v2 Chapter 1846： broken soul (1/2)
When Harry opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying in the fog, but the fog around him became very bright, not the same as the thick fog he had just seen, not all the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, Rather, these cloudy vapors have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.
The surrounding corpse mountain also disappeared, and the ground on which he lay seemed to be white, very clean, neither hot nor cold, just a kind of existence, a flat, empty thing.
A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: the tiny thumping sound of something constantly flapping, wiggling, and struggling. The voice was pitiful, and at the same time a little obscene. He had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he was eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.
What the **** is going on here?
What about Voldemort?
Did you kill yourself by him?
Why did he appear in this place, Harry couldn't understand, he had a lot of questions.
He wondered what the **** was going on?
And what about fifteen-year-old Riddle?
Harry subconsciously reached for the Resurrection Stone before realizing that he was unclothed.
He sat up, his body seemed uninjured. He touched his face, and his glasses were gone.
It was strange, but Harry wished he was wearing clothes, and as soon as the idea took shape in his mind, a robe appeared not far away. He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm. How strange, it just appeared like that, he just had the idea...
Harry stood up and looked around. He found himself in a huge building.
There are many things to see. A huge round glass roof gleamed in the sunlight high above his head. There was silence all around, except for the strange thumping and whimpering from the nearby mist...
Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be illusioned in front of his eyes.
A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the Great Hall, with that clear glass dome above.
This is King's Cross, the halls are empty, he's alone, except...
He backed away.
He saw the thing that made the sound, the thing was in the shape of a child, curled up on the ground, the red skin was rough, it looked like it had been peeled, and it was lying shivering under a seat, being discarded, It was stuffed there indiscriminately, struggling to breathe.
Harry is scared!
Although the thing was petite, weak, and wounded, he was reluctant to approach it.
However, he still moved over a little bit, ready to withdraw at any time.
Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the courage to do so, he felt like a coward. He should have consoled it, but the thing disgusted him.
”You can't help him.”
Hearing this voice, Harry turned sharply, it was Albus Dumbledore.
His waist is straight, his steps are brisk, he is wearing a flowing dark blue robe, and he is looking at himself with a smile, the same as before.
Like Ivan said, he met Dumbledore. It was the line between life and death, and Harry had too many questions to ask him.
………………
The Killing Curse hit Harry Potter unmistakably, and his life was quickly fading away.
Voldemort is ecstatic!