There was a pain in the scar, and Harry had a strong feeling of wanting to vomit, which he felt depressed.

It wasn't the first time he'd killed from Voldemort's point of view, but every time it made him uncomfortable.

A life had been hurt by his own hands, and when the death curse hid in the old man's life, Harry's guilt filled Harry's heart with a sense of guilt.

Even if it's not him killing, but this realistic feeling ......

The night became thicker, and the cold black air struck at him.

There was no light at all, and Harry was the only one who was quietly bound here, in an inexplicable sadness and despair.

The staccato music grew sadder, and Harry felt that he might be driven crazy if he continued.

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

Either way, he would rather face Voldemort himself than lie here alone.

Harry wanted to figure out what was going on, and what this place was.

Suddenly, just as Harry was thinking, he heard footsteps.

Someone is approaching, who could it be?

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

"Ron, is that you?" Harry opened his mouth, not making any sound.

The magic that bound him was so powerful that he lost all control of his body, and only his soul lived alone in this body.

"Harry Potter, the Dark Lord's fateful adversary. The Dark Wizard said slowly.

Not Ron, the voice sounded harsh, old, and uncomfortable to describe.

It was an old woman, she must have been very old, Harry guessed.

In the next second, he reacted, this is the Black Witch!

The woman with a lot of terrible legends, the terrible dark wizard who was not inferior to Voldemort.

The Black Witch walked up to Harry and looked at him.

"It's amazing that the power of fate is in you, Harry Potter, and you have unparalleled power in you. ”

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

Unexpectedly, the skin of these hands was fair, smooth, beautiful, and well-maintained, but they did not look at all like the hands of a witch, let alone the hands of a black witch. In Harry's imagination, the Black Witch's hands should be rough and wrinkled, at least matching her age.

This is very abnormal, how can this old woman always have such a pair of hands?!

Harry's scar was touched by her, and there was a heart-piercing pain in Harry's scar.

He glared at the other party, which was the only way he could express his emotions right now.

"Child of Destiny, Harry Potter!" said the Black Witch softly, "your destiny is predestined from the moment you are born. When the Dark Lord defeats you, he will gain the power within you and become incomparably stronger, no one will be able to defeat him, and he will be the best candidate......"

The best candidate?!

What the old witch was saying, Harry didn't fully understand her.

"This is your fate, Harry Potter, and I should have summoned the Dark Lord to end your life immediately, but there is something more urgent for me to do. Come, let's go to the final place, where you will have the privilege of witnessing history, and as a wretched mortal, you will witness with your own eyes the beginning of the return of my master. ”

She pulled out a wand carved with many skeletons and waved it at Harry, who floated.

He floated uncontrollably in the air and followed the Black Witch forward, leaving the room.

A night breeze blew, and Harry finally got a good eye out where they were, high and seemingly in the clouds.

It was a towering tower, and below them was a castle of great invisibility, so it looked like a monster, and as far as the eye could see, there were ruins everywhere, and the walls were full of cracks, and it was almost impossible to see the building as it was.

In the distant darkness of the night, a pale blue glow was flashing, and Harry had no idea what was going on there.

The Black Witch stopped, looking at the place where the blue light shimmered.

"Wonderful power, powerful and wonderful, the arrival of your friend Evan Mason has helped me. The Black Witch said.

Elvin!

Harry was overjoyed when he arrived, and then worried.

"I don't know what method the boy used, but his arrival did awaken the undead of the land, including the sleeping spirits. The Black Witch continued, as if to say to herself, "This is the magic of ancient spells, the unreal reconstructed in reality, and the spirits of the dead will return to this world. It's amazing, the boy must have a special magical object on his body that can fight the darkness that envelops this place, and he awakens all the sleeping undead. He tried to dissolve the darkness of this place, but it was doomed to be useless, the undead all awakened, nothing could stop me, I would be given the spell to help the Dark Lord achieve immortality, and when it was all over, my master would complete the final coming, the catastrophe would finally come, and the endless night would eventually envelop the land forever. ”

The Black Witch let out a shrill laugh, and Harry really wanted her to shut up.

This woman is crazy, and a person is there talking some specious things, what master, what catastrophe, what destruction.

It was a true lunatic, and Harry felt that she was more nervous than Professor Trelawney, and he didn't have the time to listen to her nonsense.

He had been trying to control his body and break free from the shackles of magic, but to no avail.

The Black Witch was alone in the god's mouth for a while, and the blue light and shadow in the distance were rapidly expanding. Soon, the castle beneath Harry's feet was also covered in blue light and shadow, and Harry was surprised to see that the castle was returning to its original appearance and returning to its former appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's amazing that the missing places are filled in by light and shadow, and above the tower, a statue of a goddess of war is condensing.

The Black Witch's laughter came to an abrupt halt, and she seemed to be greatly hurt by the blue light and shadow.

Harry could clearly see that her hands were changing, her fair and smooth skin was beginning to dull and lose all its luster, like trees that were rapidly withering, life was flowing from her hands, and in the midst of piercing screams, soon her hands were unrecognizable, like the claws of monsters.

Blue-gray with folds on it.

"Damn magic!" the Black Witch cursed, dodging the blue light backwards as she waved her wand vigorously.

She seemed to try to stop the spread of the blue light, but to no avail.

Harry spoke happily as he regained control of his body......

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