Chapter 1030 (1/2)

”Kill Harry...”

Listening to Voldemort's voice coming out of Harry's mouth made everyone's heart sink.

Voldemort has found a way to control Harry, even to occupy Harry's body completely.

It made Harry feel a little sad. The intense pain stimulated his nerves. However, he couldn't control his body at all. Even when he looked at Dumbledore's face, he felt a cold chill.

He wants to kill Dumbledore, or be killed by Dumbledore

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, as if trying to break free of Voldemort's control, but it didn't work out for him

”Don't give up, Harry!” ”We're not going to give up on you, so don't give up on yourself.”

”You think Can he fight me? ”

”If not, why would you lose your own body to be a poor parasite?” Vaseline looked at Harry's shrinking pupils. ”You won't win, as it was 15 years ago. You're still a loser, Tom!”

”Come on, kill me, it's here!” Voldemort gave a smile, which was distorted in Harry's face.

”Do you think we can't deal with you?” Vaseline looked at Harry with a somber face, or rather Voldemort emerging from Harry's pupils.

”I think you are wrong, Voldemort Fanlin said, raised his left hand, a ruby ring in the magic of the agitation, emitting a strange red awn.

”What is this?”

”Soul ring,” said Fanling, ”from vampire, your new companion Tom

Said Fanling, and immediately put the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

The next second, a heartrending roar broke out of Harry's voice. Van Lin couldn't tell whose voice it was?

Harry, or Voldemort?

At least, the soul ring has the effect he wants, which is the only way for Fanlin to target the soul. He asked the vampire for the correct usage of the soul ring to control people's consciousness. With the help of van Lin, Voldemort's consciousness was driven out.

I have to admit, this process is very painful, but very few

Harry could not help but give up, similar to tearing his whole person apart. Little by little, a force different from Voldemort invaded his soul with blood.

The next second, it was like a fragile roll of paper, and with the sound of Sila, the snake that was tightly entwined with him was pulled off, and then, as if the pain had disappeared; Harry's face was down, and his glasses were gone. He was shaking violently, as if he were lying on ice instead of wood.

Then there was a sound in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw the glasses on the heels of the headless bodyguard, while the headless statue lay still on the ground.

He put on his glasses and looked up to see Dumbledore's eagle's snout a few inches away from his nose. And van Lin also looked at him pale, sweat drop by drop from van Lin's forehead.

”Are you all right, Harry?”

”Yes,” said Harry, shaking so violently that he couldn't lift his head properly. ”Yes, I am Where is Voldemort? Where is it Have you been driven away by Van Lin Who are they What is it... ”

The hall was full of people; the floor was ablaze with dark green flames; witches and witches were walking around the room. When Dumbledore pulls Harry and van Lin up, Harry sees the stunned Cornell fudge next to the statues of goblins and house elves.

”There he is!” Exclaimed a man in a scarlet robe and a ponytail. He pointed to a pile of golden debris on the other side of the room where Bellatrix had just been trapped.

”I see him, Mr. fudge. I swear he's a mystery man. He's holding a woman and the phantom's shifting!”

”I know, Williamson, I know, I see him too!” Murmured fudge, in his pajamas, panting as if he had just run a few miles.

”My God - it's here - here! ——In the Ministry of magic! ——My God - it seems impossible - my God - how could such a thing happen? ”

”If you go down to the Department of mysteries downstairs, Connelly,” said Dumbledore, apparently pleased that Harry wasn't hurt. He came forward, so those who trusted were aware that he was here (some raised their wands; others were just surprised; statues of goblins and house elves clapped; fudge jumped up in surprise, and his slippers fell to the ground) - ”you'll find several fugitive Death Eaters trapped in the chamber of death, helped by the magic spell” anti mirage. ” Waiting for you to fall. ”

”Dumbledore!” ”You're here - I - I -” said Fudge, gasping and surprised. He looked around at the Aurors he had brought. It was obvious that he wanted to shout, ”get him!””Cornell, I'm ready to fight your men - and win again!” Dumbledore said in a thunderous voice, ”but you saw with your own eyes a few minutes ago what I've been telling you for a year. Voldemort is back. You've been chasing the wrong person for 12 months. Now it's time for you to be more rational

”I don't - all right,” growled fudge, who looked around as if hoping someone would step up and tell him what to do. When no one came forward, he said, ”great - Dennis! Williamson! Go to the Department of mystery. Dumbledore, you - you have to tell me in detail - the fountain of the magic Brothers - what's going on here

He added a whimper to his voice, staring at the remaining statues of witches, witches and centaurs on the ground.

”We can talk about it after I send Harry and vaseline back to Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said.

”The two of them?” Fudge turns and stares at Harry, who is still standing against the wall, protecting Dumbledore's statue while fighting Voldemort.

”Why are they here?” Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

”Why - what's going on here?”