The bottom prison of Azkaban seemed to be unchanged, and it was very silent, but in Karl's ears, there was a buzzing sound.

It was the sound of the collision of magic.

In Karl's vision, two stellar magical entities unleashed their most violent power with impunity, drowning the other stars in their horizon in a blinding glare of light.

"Stop, Tom, we all know that if we continue like this, we won't get anything out of it for a whole day. ”

Dumbledore finally spoke to break the silence.

The old man's voice was still calm, but his forehead was already covered with sweat.

"If you want to withdraw, you must withdraw first, old fellow!"

Voldemort said viciously.

However, it seemed that he was also very uncomfortable, and his originally distorted and miserable face had turned black and purple.

To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay, I'll withdraw first. ”

After saying that, he took the lead in withdrawing the magic power.

In an instant, losing the shackles of Dumbledore's magic, Voldemort's magic strangled towards the former like a wild horse.

"Be careful!"

Carl was shocked, the incident happened so suddenly, he didn't have time to do anything.

However, what is even more unexpected is that Voldemort actually followed suit and removed the magic.

For a moment, in Karl's vision, two stellar-like magic sources instantly lost most of their bright light and turned into two dark clusters of light, burning slowly in the pitch-black background.

"Carl, Tom won't just kill me, will he?"

With a smile in his eyes, Dumbledore looked at Karl, but his final question was addressed to Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes darkened.

"You're threatening me, old thing!"

Dumbledore grinned.

"Yes, Tom, I'm glad you understand this, I'm threatening you. ”

Dumbledore smiled happily, as if Voldemort had answered a difficult question correctly in his class.

Voldemort's eyes became even darker, and even the red light in his eyes turned a dark red.

"And Tom, I have to warn you, though I don't mind you calling me as rude as 'old thing,' you're not young now. ”

At this moment, Voldemort's face turned black directly to the bottom of the pot.

After a while, he said indignantly: "That's not as old as you!

This time, Dumbledore didn't refute, but nodded approvingly.

"You're right, Tom, you're right......"

"None of us are young anymore. ”

After saying that, he winked at Carl.

Carl barely spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

What does this have to do with him?

......

When a person has nothing else to do but attack a person with words, it proves that he is completely helpless against this person, and this is the case with Voldemort right now.

The fight could not be won, and the handle fell into Dumbledore's hands, although he was reluctant in his heart, he could only temporarily relent, and quietly negotiated terms with Dumbledore.

"Tom, let's talk openly and honestly—"

"You help Carl, I can fulfill one of your requests within a certain range, but please don't go too far, you should know where the bottom line is. ”

Dumbledore said, his blue eyes with a thoughtful look.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he seemed to be a little moved.

Turning his gaze to Carl, he beckoned, revealing a terrifying smile that would stop a child from crying.

"Come here, Carl...... Let me see. ”

Somehow, Carl suddenly had a bad premonition.

......

Azkaban Wizard Prison, known as the world's most heavily fortified prison, has always been used to house the most terrifying wizarding criminals.

Such a terrifying black prison built in the middle of the North Sea, the main reason why countless wizards have changed color is because of the jailers here.

Dementors.

No wizard can stay in this prison for more than a month and remain sane.

All the wizard prisoners here are almost the playthings and food of the Dementor Gates that guard here.

These terrifying creatures cloaked in tattered black cloaks sucked away the prisoners' happiness, leaving nothing but endless fear and darkness.

For the prisoners held here, these dark creatures are their nightmares.

However, there is one exception.

Even the Dementors, who have been guarding here all year round, are reluctant to go down to the bottom of the prison, because there is a more terrifying existence than them.

However, at this time, at the bottom of the prison, a strange scene is being staged.

It was pitch black and damp, and you couldn't see your fingers at the end of the black hallway, behind the big black iron door.

A terrifying two-faced man who was terrifying enough to be stunned at a glance, and a white-bearded old man who was big enough to be a grandfather for a sixty-year-old man were busy next to a boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

And the boy could only let the two strange men toss back and forth in front of him with a painful face.

From time to time there was a scream.

"Tap!!It hurts me!!"

Carl screamed in tears as his body struggled involuntarily.

At this moment, a big old hand immediately held him down.

"Don't move, Carl, it'll be fine soon. ”

Then there was another heart-rending scream.

Cycle.

Carl is undergoing an operation that is rare in the world.

The object of the operation was his eye.

"We're going to have to gouge out your left eye before we can do the rest of the work. ”

"Before that, though, we need to cut that soul's connection to you. ”

And so, Carl's nightmare began.

Nothing else I feel, it's just pain.

The pain is heart-wrenching, unforgettable, the liver and intestines are broken, and the pain enters the bone marrow......

These were originally just symbolic words, but Carl now realizes that they exist.

As time passed, Carl felt something fill his mouth.

He knew what it was.

He was foaming at the mouth.

The so-called blocking of the connection is essentially dividing the soul.

According to Dumbledore, at present, the soul in his eyes has been fused with him to a certain extent, and in order to ensure that his own soul is not harmed, the soul in his eye can only be cut.

Although it was not his soul that was divided, the pain was transmitted to his consciousness through the connection between the two.

Strictly speaking, the whole process is not complicated.

Dumbledore had told him everything.

The old man's purpose was not to destroy the soul that dwelt in his left eye, but to take it out, pack it up, and stuff it back into his eye socket.

In this way, Skynet's soul could not invade his consciousness, and he could still use his left eye.

However, Carl knew it would hurt, but he never expected it to hurt so much.

It's like someone holding a knife, sticking it into his eye socket, and then stirring it desperately.

No, it hurts a hundred times more than that.

Fortunately, just when he felt that his consciousness was about to collapse, the pain suddenly disappeared.

Immediately after, there is endless comfort.

Just as people feel sweet when they swallow saliva after taking Chinese medicine, Carl feels as if his consciousness has ascended to heaven.

Then he found that he saw an extremely strange picture -

His vision was cut off.

His left and right eyes saw completely different images.

His right eye saw a smiling Dumbledore, a hideous Voldemort, and an eyeball held in Dumbledore's hand.

His left eye.

And his left eye saw his face full of foam at this time, with a face that was full of immortal desire and rolled his eyes.

And the big blood-red hole in the left eye socket.

Cutting the soul connection, it only took Dumbledore a second to take his eyes out of their sockets.

And that's where the magic of magic comes in—

Although his left eye had been removed from his socket by Dumbledore, he was still able to see through it.

"It's your job to do the rest, Tom, my magic is too much for me to seal the soul in this eye completely. ”

After speaking, he simply handed the eyeball in his hand to Voldemort.

This scene made Carl's heart tremble.

It was his eyes, and they were handed over like that.

Contacting Dumbledore to withdraw his magic first, Carl found that Dumbledore seemed to trust Voldemort too much, which was a bit abnormal.

However, Voldemort did not answer.

"Did you forget something, old fellow?"

Dumbledore patted his head, a look of realization.

"You have to forgive me, Tom, for as people get older, they forget things unconsciously. ”

Voldemort sneered disdainfully and did not speak.

Dumbledore looked at Karl.

"Carl, that magic, you should be able to use it, after all, you're the first person ever to fool it......"

Karl nodded, drawing his wand.

An unbreakable oath, he will.

"Tom, let Carl be our Witness, you're okay. ”

Voldemort snorted.

"Then I'll assume that you agree. ”

Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"Then Tom, you can make a request...... Hopefully that won't be too hard to achieve. ”

As he spoke, the old man's large, old and powerful hand clasped tightly with Voldemort's gray, almost transparent hand.

Karl duly placed his wand on their hands.

However, Voldemort did not speak for a long time, as if he was thinking.

After a few moments, he simply let go of Dumbledore's arm and looked into Dumbledore's eyes instead.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts. ”