Chapter Seventy-Six: The Call, The Struggle of the Fourth Dark Lord

Hermione's eyes were sad and desperate, but Harry turned to her and explained, "No matter what, Hermione, I treat you as my best friend, I will never create a new tragedy in order to save some tragedy, I don't think the future is necessarily predestined, right?" If the future me really did such a terrible thing, he must have a reason to do so. ”

He unraveled Hermione's petrification spell and turned to leave the screaming shack, leaving her behind.

Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed at Harry's vest, but she couldn't make up her mind, she put down her wand in grief, covered her face, and cried loudly. It wasn't until Harry got to the point where Hermione was no longer visible that the luster of the golden sutra of the sun in his arms dimmed.

"She still can't bear it, right?" Harry sighed, not knowing who to say this.

"The time has come!" Harry thought as he re-entered the spirit realm and observed Hogwarts through that grey vision, "It's time to put an end to this!" Harry looked at the Golden Sun Sutra in his hand and said, "When did everything change?" From the day I got you...... Last semester, when I saw the Philosopher's Stone, I understood a truth......"

"A true treasure will only come back to you when you don't go away from the enchanted desire."

"I lost you, Mom and Dad! But I also gained some sincere friends, sincere friendships...... I can't lose what I already have because I crave what I don't have...... Sorry, Mom! Father! Harry burst into tears, his expression struggling as he tried to close the Golden Sutra of the Sun.

Finally, he closed the golden magic book as if he were overwhelmed, and when he heard the lock click and lock, Harry seemed to have lifted a burden, and he suddenly felt someone hugging him, and the soft touch from behind him suddenly woke him up, and then quieted down, "How did you get here?" Harry asked, looking back.

"In the future, I researched this magic in order to kill you...... It allows me to walk in the spiritual realm. Hermione whispered, and she changed the subject with some shame, "So this is what the spirit world looks like at this time!" It looks like a mirror that has lost its sense of light. ”

"What will the spirit world look like in the future?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's a colorless, ash-like world, where you took control with the power of those two scriptures in order to rule the wizarding world, you blocked the soul's way back to its destination, ghosts hovered here, Muggles and wizards approached this world in nightmares, and it was filled with twisted, terrifying shadows. At that time, it was called the Nightmare Realm. ”

"I need to do one last thing!" Harry looked up.

"Close the Black ......Book of the Dead in Malfoy's hand," Harry said firmly, "and go to Mr. Borgin and lose the key so that these two magic books are never opened!" ”

Malfoy didn't stay in the dormitory, he would come to the Forbidden Forest late at night these days, he had gained a lot of knowledge of dark magic from Voldemort's young soul, and the power of the Black Sutra of the Undead made him stronger every day, becoming an Animagus of a black dragon, so that his magic power was fully grown.

These days, when rinsing his mouth, Malfoy sometimes can't help but squirt some dragon fire from his throat.

He enslaved souls, he began to touch his own souls with magic powers, and even modified his own brains, "stupid Voldemort...... Malfoy sneered: "Splitting your own soul is simply killing yourself...... The lifespan of the body is easy to break through, but the lifespan limit of the soul is even more difficult to break through...... To split one's soul like this is to seek death. ”

"Even if you don't fall into my hands, your emotions, memories, and even wisdom will slowly disappear, and in the end, what is the difference between you and those memories in the portrait, even worse than a ghost."

He looked at the dusty crown in his hand and asked in a low voice, "How many Horcruxes do you have?" Lord Voldemort? Diary...... Destroyed by the mysterious new Dark Lord, the soul above fell into my hands, and the defeated main soul, hidden and missing, attached to the snake, which had just caught fire on its own and was burned to ashes. ”

"The Ravenclaw crown is in my hand. HΓΆchpuff's golden cup, you give it to the madwoman...... I didn't even want to call her aunt to keep it, and now it should be in the hands of the Dark Lord. By the way, and the missing locket and ring...... I'll find them. You're defeated! Voldemort. ”

Malfoy opened the Black Book of the Dead in his hand, and five lamps glowing with pale fire surrounded him, "Your soul will be my strength, and I will make you a wand that condenses all your strength and wisdom, farewell!" Mystery Man. ”

He whispered the ancient Egyptian language, drawing two closed arcs on the ground with silver and gold, forming a circular circle, five lamps placed on the five corners of that circle, faintly forming a pentagram within a circle, positive energy and negative energy formed a closed loop, as a small energy cycle, this simplest wellhead structure, pulling a trace of the energy of the Eternal Well, in the void in front of Malfoy, constituted a complex magical structure.

"I will use the positive energy that symbolizes white magic with the negative energy to form an Ouroboros model that symbolizes the circulation of matter and energy in alchemy, open a passage to the pyramid, and purify your soul into a simple fragment without consciousness." Malfoy picked up the crown on the ground and stroked it gently.

"This is the magic of the ancient Egyptian high priest who sacrificed to the god of death to wipe out the souls of the undead."

"But the High Priest doesn't devour the souls sacrificed to death......" A calm voice came from behind Malfoy, Harry and Hermione were taking off their invisibility cloaks, Hermione still covering most of her face with her scarf, she raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy's heart.

"Harry Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "I didn't expect you to come to see me!" ”

"Wasn't that night's lesson enough?"

"I know what you rely on, the magic book you stole from the Bogin Burke Magic Shop, the supreme masterpiece of the ancient Egyptian wizards, the Black Book of the Dead." Harry drew his wand as well.

Malfoy's face jumped, and he sneered, "I didn't steal anything. ”

He pinched Ravenclaw's crown with one hand and the Black Book of the Dead with the other, black dragon scales began to grow on his body, and his body quickly swelled, and Malfoy tore at Harry with one of his claws, dodging Hermione's stun curse. 19610