v2 Chapter 1743： Black witchs hand (1/2)

There was a burst of pain in the scar, and Harry had a strong feeling of vomiting. He felt very depressed.

This is not the first time he has murdered from the perspective of Voldemort, but every time he makes him very uncomfortable.

A life was hurt by his own hands. When the curse was hidden in the life of the old man, the guilty feeling of never-ending was filled with Harry's heart.

Even if he is not killing, but this realistic feeling

The night became more intense, and the cold black air pressure came.

There was no light around, and only Harry was alone in this place, inexplicably sad and desperate.

The music that came on and off was getting more and more sad, and Harry felt that he might be forced to go crazy.

He tried to shout, but he couldn't make any sound, only to make him more desperate.

Anyway, he would rather face Voldemort himself and don't want to be alone.

Harry wanted to figure out what's going on, and where is this place.

Suddenly, when Harry was thinking, he heard footsteps.

Someone is approaching, who will be?

The bleak glow of the wand dispelled the darkness, bringing an unpleasant light, and Harry saw a wizard in a black cloak.

”Ron, is that you?” Harry opened his mouth and made no noise.

The magic that binds him is so powerful that he loses all control over his body, and only the soul is alone in this body.

”Harry Potter, the black devil's fateful opponent.” The black wizard said slowly.

Not Ron, the voice of this voice sounds harsh, very old, and it is an uncomfortable feeling.

This is an old woman, her age is definitely a lot, Harry guessed.

The next second, he reacted, this is the black witch!

The woman with many terrible legends, the terrible black wizard who is not inferior to Voldemort.

The black witch went to Harry and stared at him.

”It's amazing, the power of fate is reflected in you, Harry Potter, your body has unparalleled power.”

She said, reaching out from the cloak to touch Harry's scar.

Unexpectedly, the skin of these hands is fair and beautiful, very beautiful, and well maintained, but it is not like the hand that the witch should have, not the hand that the black witch should have. In Harry's imagination, the black witch's hand should be rough and wrinkled, at least to match her age.

This is very unusual. How can this old woman always have such a hand? !

Touched by her, Harry’s scars came with a painful pain.

He glared at each other, this is the only way he can express his emotions now.