The midday Hogwarts was full of sunlight, but in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the glow of a pink gem even overshadowed the midday sun coming in through the window, staining the entire office pink.

As Ryan's magic power was further output, the pink rose made of light looked more and more solid. When the rose of light finally became like a crystal artifact, the magic contained in it also reached a peak.

"Next, it's time for complete bondage. Ryan thought and waved the wand in his right hand vigorously, and in an instant, a large number of pink petals like crystal pieces were generated from the Rose of Light, and then a pink rope was formed in the air and wound towards the black straw man one by one. At the same time, the flames on the two oil lamps on the straw man's body also jumped upwards, just coated the flames of the pink petals that flew over.

"It's now. After noticing that almost all of the pink rose petals surrounding the black straw man were stained with a layer of flames, Ryan slammed his left hand into a slam of his hand. Immediately, the pink ropes spread out again and turned into a mass of petals, and then swarmed the black straw man like moths to the fire.

When the first petal of the flower was attached to the straw man, a small spark exploded at the point of contact. At that moment, Harry shuddered.

"Harry, how are you?" Dumbledore, who had been staring at Harry, had noticed this and asked with concern. "Do you feel something wrong right now? If you really don't feel comfortable and can't hold it anymore, just say it, and no one here will laugh at you. ”

"It's fine, it just feels like a needle prick. Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Now this kind of pinprick feeling is more intensive, but it is not very painful, just a tingling and itching feeling, just now I was just a little uncomfortable, not that I can't hold it. ”

Ryan knew that it wasn't Harry who was holding on, but that his life with Voldemort's soul had led to some soul fusion. This caused Ryan to feel some of the soul tablets when he attacked Voldemort's soul. It's just that even if the two souls are fused, they are not integrated, so they are more than one notch lighter in feeling.

Now, for example, each petal that bursts on a scarecrow leaves a black scorch mark with a hint of flame in the place where it bursts. Voldemort's soul felt like it had been slashed by a thousand knives, but after being weakened in multiple ways, Harry felt just a tingling sensation that was completely within the scope of bearing.

As petals lit up on the black scarecrow, the scorch marks the size of pinpoints slowly joined into threads. The threads then formed fingertip-sized runes one after another.

Finally, after the rain of rose petals disappeared from the office. The black scarecrow's body was already densely covered with hundreds of runes made up of scorch marks burning with dark red flames, and at the same time, these runes were connected as one, forming a complex system of magical energy flow on the surface and body of the scarecrow.

At this time, the scarecrow shook desperately in place as if it had come to life, struggling. As he shook and struggled, a phantus composed of black mist loomed into the scarecrow. The phantom struggled to get out of the scarecrow, but it only had to move away from the scarecrow a little before it was crushed back by the mana system of runes on the scarecrow.

"It felt easier than I thought. Ryan thought to himself, because this Horcrux didn't scream, demagogue, or some kind of soul shock like other Horcruxes. Now he is simply struggling with the instinct of his own Horcrux. However, this is not an accident, compared to the rest of the carefully crafted Horcruxes, the defense of this accidental product is basically equivalent to zero. The only trouble was that it was entangled with Harry's soul, but that was out of the way now.

Under the effect of the runes on the scarecrow, the phantom in the middle became more and more obvious, and finally, in the eyes of the three people in the principal's office, a blood-red figure emerged.

The shape of the thing was that of a naked child, curled up on the ground, its red skin was rough and looked like it had been skinned, and it was now struggling to break through the straw man's restraints while struggling to breathe.

"What the hell is this?" said Harry, looking a little disgusted, the thing in his eyes small, weak, and wounded, but there was always a voice in his soul telling him not to approach it. Even though he was still sore and still fixed to his chair, he still leaned back with all his might, trying to get away from the thing.

"Shhhhhh "Next, please trust your friend Ryan and do exactly what he says, without asking why. ”

"Harry, can you move now, can you control yourself now?" Ryan turned to look at Harry, and behind him, the blood-red figure roared silently.

"No problem. Harry moved his hands and feet. "I have to say that even though I'm in a lot of pain right now, I can still control my hands and feet. As long as I don't have to play a Quidditch game on a broomstick right now, I guess it's okay to do anything else now. ”

"That's good," Ryan turned to look at Professor Dumbledore after confirming Harry's condition. "I think now you can put Harry down, because the last step has to be done by Harry himself. ”

"No problem. Dumbledore nodded and waved his Elder Wand to untie Harry's restraints, before comforting Harry. "There are two people here who can fight Voldemort head-on, so you don't have to worry about something that can't be solved. ”

"I'm just a little sleepy and sore all the time, but other than that, I'm in good shape. Harry said, then looked at Ryan. "Alright, Ryan. You tell me what I should do and I will do my best to do it. ”

"Did you ever play with bows and arrows as a kid, I mean those toy bows and arrows. Ryan asked Harry as he walked by.

"Played. Harry nodded. "Dudley had one when I was in elementary school, but he didn't play for a few days before he went to play video games. After that, I took that thing to play with. ”

"That's good. Ryan said as he took out a small toy-like mulberry bow and three peach arrows from the pouch and handed them to Harry, then said, "Now take these things and stand in front of the straw man." ”

"What should I do next, shoot this straw man with an arrow?" said Harry, standing in front of the straw man. "You see now that you have a target, and you gave me a bow and arrows, and it looks like you want me to shoot this straw man. ”

"Yes, you guessed right. Ryan smiled and said, "Now follow my orders to shoot, your first arrow will shoot the straw man's left eye." ”

A foot away, Harry shot the straw man in the left eye. The force he used was not great, but strangely enough, the small palm-sized arrow plunged deep into the straw man's left eye.

"My left eye hurts. Just as the arrow hit its target, Harry felt a pain in his left eye.

"Don't worry, the final stage of casting is going to be uncomfortable. Ryan reassured. "Just put up with it. ”

Harry turned his head to look at Professor Dumbledore, only to see Professor Dumbledore nodding at him. He turned his head and continued to endure his physical discomfort to complete the rest of the ritual.

At Lane's command, he shot the straw man in the right eye with the second arrow, and the last arrow into the straw man's heart. But just after the last arrow was fired, he felt a cramping pain in his heart, and then he fell to the ground in front of his eyes.