"Okay, you're all happy, don't just let me get an extra hole. Harry, smile, anyway, we've got you back safely. George looked around and continued, "What about Ron and Bill, why aren't they huddled around my sickbed?"

"Bill hasn't come back yet, Ron is upstairs and he's unconscious. Mrs. Weasley said, "Their group met the mysterious man. ”

The smile on George's face faded, "Is Ron alright?"

"It's nothing, he may have woken up. "Let's go up and see him." ”

A few people descended the stairs to Ron's room, where he lay silently on the bed.

"Oh, Ron, is he really okay?"

"It can be established that there are no physical injuries. Evan said, "He ......"

At this moment, a look of pain suddenly flashed on Ron's face.

"Aven, what's wrong with him?" asked Ginny hurriedly.

"He looks in pain!"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about, magic that acts directly on the spirit and even the soul. Evan said, observing Ron's expression, "When we arrived, he was entangled in the black mist of Voldemort. Voldemort's body has a part of the evil deified, and his black mist is not only black magic, but also has a part of the attack characteristics of the evil god, which can directly act on the spirit or spirit, just like the Dementor, it seems to affect Ron, which is the reason why he has been unconscious, and his condition is not very good. ”

Noticing the expressions of Harry, Ginny, and Hermione, Evan hurriedly added, "But don't worry too much, this kind of mental or spiritual effect is usually short-lived, and it will not leave any damage that is difficult to recover, and Ron will probably have a little nightmare and then wake up." ”

Unless Voldemort left a portion of his soul inside Ron, as he did with Harry, the magic dissipated and he would soon recover.

Of course Voldemort wouldn't do that, his soul couldn't continue to split, and even if he split, he wouldn't choose Ron to become a Horcrux, but Evan didn't know much about the evil god after all, and he didn't know what characteristics Voldemort was going to turn into an evil god, he felt that when Ron woke up, he would have to check his condition again.

"I really hope he recovers soon, their group is the worst, I heard Moody's ......"

"It's all my fault!" Harry whispered suddenly, "Mad-Eye and Ron, George's ears, and ...... If I hadn't agreed to this plan......"

"Don't say that, Harry!"

"No, it's all my fault!" Harry said stubbornly, "I should have fought Voldemort alone." ”

Looking at Ron in pain on the bed, his internal organs clenched like fists.

"You've done a good job, and I've heard Hagrid say that your magic has knocked him off, something no one has done. ”

"It's not me!" Harry said lightly, "it's my wand, and my wand takes action on its own. ”

"But that's impossible, Harry. Hermione said euphemistically, "You're saying you unconsciously cast a spell and you reacted instinctively." ”

"No!" said Harry, "I told Evan and Sirius that the motorcycle was going down and I couldn't figure out where Voldemort was, but my wand spun around in my hand and aimed it at him, and shot a spell at him, I didn't even know what it was, I had never made a golden flame before." ”

"That sounds really bizarre. ”

"Maybe you have the power that you don't even know yourself, and you can defeat Voldemort. Elaine said.

"My dad said that a man would often cast magic that he never dreamed of. Ginny nodded, "Like an untrained child......

She wanted to give an example of the Magical Riot, but Harry gritted his teeth and interrupted him, "It's not like that, that's not my power!"

"Probably because of the wand. Evan said.

"Wand?"

"yes, I'm guessing what I just heard you say, but I'm not sure. "Harry's wand may have been connected to Voldemort's powers, and when he tried to kill Harry, it automatically fought back. Like what happened to him a few years ago when he came back from resurrection......"

Harry didn't hear what Evan was saying, as his scar suddenly hurt without warning.

Suddenly, the pain of the scar reached its peak.

He grabbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and a voice screamed in his head.

"You told me that with someone else's wand, the problem is solved!"

Harry's mind suddenly came to mind a thin, emaciated old man, ragged and lying on the stone floor.

He let out a long, terrible scream, and his voice was full of unbearable pain......

"No! I beg you, I beg you......"

"How dare you deceive Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"

"I didn't...... I swear I didn't ......"

"You want to help Potter, you want to help Potter escape from me!"

"I swear I didn't...... I thought a different wand would work......"

"Then you can explain this, Lucius's wand has been destroyed!"

"I don't understand...... That connection...... Exists only in ...... ...... between your two wands"

"Lie!"

"Please, please......"

Harry saw his white hand raise his wand, felt Voldemort's fury in rage, and saw the frail old man writhing in pain on the ground.

"Once my magic is successful, I'll leave the wand as a weak weapon, but before that, you have to tell me the wand's secret, I'm going to ......"

"Harry?"

All of a sudden, it was gone, and Harry was sitting next to Ron, his hands clutching the quilt tightly.

The scar still hurt from stab to point, and it took him a moment before he realized where he was.

"Are you listening to me?" Evan asked.

"Your face looks horrible. ”

"I'm fine!" Harry said in a trembling voice, "I probably look better than Ollivanders, it's true that there's something wrong with the wand......"

He took the scene he had just seen as it was, and everyone seemed to be frightened.

"But this should stop! Your scar, it shouldn't be like this anymore!" Hermione said immediately.

"You must not let that connection be reconnected, Dumbledore wants you to shut your brain!"

"Whether you hack into his brain or let him into yours, it's a very dangerous act. Evan said.

After Voldemort broke through the limits of magic tonight, he and Harry reconnected.

As long as Voldemort's mood swings wildly, Harry could get into his brain.

Voldemort probably forgot to close his brain, or maybe he couldn't ...... anymore

In his current state, the damage to Harry's brain tonight would have been considerable, too large to recover.

Seeing that Harry hadn't answered, Hermione went over and grabbed his arm.

"Harry, he's taken over the Ministry, the newspapers, and half of the wizarding world!

"I understand!" Harry muttered, "I'm going to control myself and try to close my brain. But don't you think what I've seen is valuable? He grabbed Ollivander and wanted to get the secret of his wand, and he's doing that magic, and if it works, he won't need it anymore!"