High energy aggregates – negative.

Carl chewed on a few words in his sight, high-energy aggregates, which was nothing to say, even if he had only seen it on TV, he noticed that it was obviously unusual, but the question was, where did the energy come from.

It seemed that he still had to get the black crockpot in his hands first, and Carl withdrew his gaze, and the perspective in his field of vision gradually disappeared, returning to his original appearance, and his eyes changed from gray to white back to black.

At the same time, involuntarily, rubbed it with his hands.

I felt a slight tingling sensation coming from my left eye, which was obviously a sign of overuse.

This eye, after being jointly treated by Voldemort and Dumbledore, although it has become much easier to use and more hidden, but this time it seems to have increased a lot of consumption that can be clearly detected compared to before.

It only took less than a minute, but it was as if I had been reading a book intently for hours...... I've been at Hogwarts a lot.

"Karl, your eyes ......" Harry looked at Karl's left eye, which had returned to normal, and the gray-white eyeballs just now were definitely not his mistake.

Gray-white eyes, with a hint of pale skin, just now, there was a certain quality emanating from Carl's body, which made Harry feel very uncomfortable, as if he had completely changed as a person.

Even involuntarily, Harry thought of something very bad, cold, dangerous, and, for as long as he could remember, the green light that had always accompanied him in his dreams.

What the hell could that have always appeared in his dreams.

"Well, yes. Karl nodded, his attention all focused on the black crockpot, unaware of Harry's unusualness, "Something went wrong. ”

Now, there are police officers all around the villa, and it is not easy for him to enter the villa to get something.

It's daytime, and although the Illusion Charm allows him to blend in with his surroundings, once he moves, he notices the difference and is easy to spot.

But speaking of which, if you want not to be discovered, if he doesn't kill everyone, no one will find him.

Hehe.

Carl looked at Voldemort with empty eyes, the existence of this thing was like a humanoid self-propelled negative brainwave amplifier, and demagogy was about to become instinctive.

......

Greeted by everyone's curious eyes, a group of four, including Vernon Dursley, all walked into the house where the murder had just occurred.

The room was filled with forensic doctors in white coats.

A powerful confusion spell that makes everyone ignore the existence of the four, or rather, makes everyone automatically fill in the identities of the four.

Fair and reasonable.

The internal structure of the villa is no different from that of the Dursleys, and it is similar to 28 Hadlow Road, which is strictly the same as the residential homes in the country.

Passing through the passing staff, a group of four people walked up the stairs into the basement.

Before they had even finished the last step, an ominous aura rushed towards the four of them.

Of the four, only Vernon Dursley didn't feel much, and as a Muggle, he couldn't have the same level of supernatural power as the other three.

But even if it was him, the moment he entered the basement, he saw the strange ceremony placed in the center, and immediately had a feeling of coming to the funeral scene.

Dark, oppressive, the feeling made him feel a little breathless.

Originally, according to his character, he would never be involved in this kind of bizarre and crooked thing, but ......

He came by duress.

Vernon said to himself in his heart.

And, as an elder, he couldn't just leave his damned, disobedient bastard nephew outside and go back by himself.

And, beyond that, Dursley would never admit that after a brief transfiguration, he had a little bit of a ...... in magic in his heart Can't say.

Carl looked at the black jar that was close at hand, and the blackened blood stains around the jar, the white candles, and the faint candlelight gave the entire basement a strange atmosphere.

However, none of this is as good as the world in Carl's eyes.

Towering floating fortresses, huge flying fortresses, terrifying dark creatures, terrifying forces combining ice and death, disease, plague, natural disasters, death, all of this seems to be intertwined with dreams.

Eventually, when the Warrior of Justice broke through the ice of the Frost Dragon's lair and slashed the greatsword containing the power of the Light into his ice-hard body, it was all over.

The huge explosion made everything go up in smoke, and the energy generated by the explosion was so huge that it even distorted time and space to a certain extent.

Karl approached the black container and crouched down next to it, Harry, Vernon Dursley, and Voldemort watching the scene with different expressions.

Harry's eyes were a little anxious, and he wanted to step forward and keep Carl away from the container, although he couldn't perceive anything specifically, he could already feel something unusual about the black crockpot compared to Dursley.

Dursley didn't want to speak, even if he didn't have the keen sense of a wizard like Harry, but as the director of a drilling company, he didn't get into this position for nothing, and of course he could tell at a glance that the black crockpot was not anything.

Normal people, as long as they don't have a pit in their heads, will not take the initiative to approach.

I didn't see that the whole villa was at least full of police and staff, but in this basement, there was not even a single figure.

Voldemort, on the other hand, looked as usual as if nothing had happened, and no one could see what was going on in his heart.

The black crockpot seemed to have some kind of strange magic, so that Harry, who was watching it from afar, couldn't take his eyes off it, and gradually, Harry seemed to hear something.

Take it, accept it, and you will have infinite power, and you will become the master of this world......

"What sound?!"

Vernon Dursley looked left and right, his face full of horror.

Come, embrace my strength, and I will grant you eternal life......

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

The voice continued, and it was clear that it was heard by not just Harry, but everyone present.

Come, stay close to me, I will bring your loved ones back to life!!

For a moment, Harry was there.

Squatting next to the crockpot, Karl looked back at the three behind him, and sighed when he saw Harry's appearance.

Turning back to look at the black container, which resembled a crockpot, he finally knew what it was.

Strictly speaking, it should not be called a clay pot, but a burial urn.

With a thought in his mind, Karl's left eye turned gray again, and at such a close distance, the energy signs in his field of vision covered almost the entire socket.

The tremendous energy intensity was shown in red numbers, making Carl's brow tighten.

This energy intensity is too high, it should be said, it is worthy of being the second-in-command of the Scourge Legion.

Even if only the ashes remain.