"Harry? Are you calling me? ”

"Harry" floating in the air didn't open his mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But an extremely terrifying voice reached everyone's ears.

The voice was empty and cold, like an endless night, which made people shudder.

"No, I'm not Harry Potter, I'm Tom Riddle."

"No, no, no, no, I'm Voldemort......"

When Voldemort heard this, a cold sweat broke out.

His soul began to tremble, as if the "Harry" in front of him was his most terrifying nemesis.

He really wanted to run away immediately, but now he was fighting with Ling Zifeng's magic power, and he couldn't get out at all!

"Boy from the East, hurry, stop it! I throw in the towel! ”

Voldemort's whole body began to tremble with fright, and the image of the Dark Lord could not be cared about, and he actually began to beg Ling Zifeng for mercy.

Ling Zifeng was already exhausted, and his magic power opportunity was about to be exhausted, so he was ready to stop immediately.

The two of them slowly put away their magic power, and the intertwined magic vortex gradually dissipated.

As soon as the whirlpool dissipated, Ling Zifeng was so soft that he was on the ground, and he was almost out of strength.

Voldemort, on the other hand, ignored it, turned around and ran.

But he didn't want "Harry" on the side to wave at him gently, and he didn't even use his wand.

As soon as the black qi rolled, Voldemort's whole person was absorbed by an invisible force.

He could no longer move, nor could he turn into black smoke and escape.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort was sucked into his right hand by "Harry" and raised it high.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy holding up a hideous-looking Dark Lord.

This picture, no matter how you look at it, is quite weird.

"Where are you going, my soul subject? Hahahaha。。。。。。 ”

"Harry" made a terrifying sound, as if metal was tearing and rubbing, and it was so unpleasant that people hurriedly covered their ears, but the sound did not diminish in the slightest.

Just listen to "Harry" continue to sneer.

"Oh, by the way, you're Lord Voldemort, Lord Dark Lord, my soul body."

"And I'...... I'm also Voldemort, and of course Harry Potter......"

"Oh no...... I'm neither...... I'm not one of these inferior creatures......"

"I am God, the Lord of this world!"

"And you are my important nourishment before I became a god, you must not run!"

"Hahahaha......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw an emaciated figure rushing up from the entrance of the eighth floor.

It was a mad woman with sunken eyes, a hideous face, and a bloody body.

Voldemort's faithful servant - Bellatrix.

She made her way through the siege and finally came to her master.

But she didn't want to, but the "picture" she saw was a little beyond the scope of her cognition.

"Harry Potter pinching the Dark Lord! And raised?! ”

Bellatrix rubbed her eyes, convinced that she wasn't dazzled, and that her master was being held hostage by Harry Potter.

"You filthy little bastard, let go of the Dark Lord."

Bellatrix raised her wand and rushed forward with a shout.

"Harry" recognized the madwoman in front of him.

The eyes of the black hole suddenly flashed with stars.

It was as if in the middle of a dark night, dotted with a few bright little stars.

Bellatrix...... The guy who killed Sirius ......"

"Harry, you'd love to kill her, right?"

"Very good, let me help you, just move a finger......"

Hermione in the distance seemed to see something.

It seemed that Harry's consciousness had not completely disappeared, and she hurriedly shouted:

"Harry, wake up, don't listen to him!"

"Harry" on the other side didn't even turn his head, and turned a deaf ear to Hermione's words.

I saw him slowly raise his left hand and snap his fingers lightly at Bellatrix.

"Smack."

The madwoman suddenly stopped in mid-air as if she had been frozen.

"Crunch."

A terrifying voice came, and Bellatrix's eyes were full of horror and bewilderment.

In an instant, her entire body began to shrink inward, with the top of her head sinking inward first, then her arms, chest, abdomen, and thighs.

At this moment, it was as if there was a black hole in her body, as if the space had collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, it was squeezed into a small dot the size of a grain of rice.

The blood was so hot that Bellatrix didn't even snort and died on the spot.

"Is that all there is to it? It's too weak......"

"Harry" waved his hand, and the "remains" the size of a grain of rice dissipated cleanly.

"What kind of horror is this?"

Everyone present was terrified!

Voldemort knew nothing more than what was happening in front of him.

The split soul he inadvertently created had been lurking in Harry Potter's body for fifteen years.

Finally, when the Split Soul was completing the task with Ling Zifeng, it touched the other Horcrux fragments and absorbed them.

Now, a new lifeform was born in Harry's body.

It's an outlier made up entirely of negative energy.

He can absorb all the energy and must absorb it all the time.

This is "his" way of survival.

It can be said that the current Harry is a humanoid black hole.

Voldemort was caught in his hands and completely immobilized.

The magic power of his whole body was being absorbed frantically, and even the dominance of his soul began to loosen gradually.

"No, don't, I don't want to be your nourishment!"

Bellatrix's blood was still flowing on the ground on the eighth floor.

Voldemort struggled to escape, and his servant had already given the best example.

"I don't want to die!"

For the backlash of Horcruxes, Voldemort as the main body cannot have a backhand.

He immediately gritted his teeth and concentrated the magic power in his whole body to one point.

Magical self-detonation......

"Boom!"

Raging magical elements wreaked havoc on the entire eighth floor.

But Voldemort self-detonated his magic fluctuated, and was firmly controlled by the demonized Harry.

He didn't want to waste a single piece of nourishment, so he greedily devoured it all.

Voldemort's "self-detonation" was not actually suicide.

Because he also has a Horcrux outside, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup in Xia Zhuomo's hand.

He can test this Horcrux to be resurrected, so the current "suicide" is just a kind of golden cicada shelling.

The soul had long since escaped the demonic Harry's grasp and ran straight towards the castle hall.

The demonized Harry was a little surprised by Voldemort's "strong man's broken wrist", but he didn't care.

When he was about to turn his head to deal with Ling Zifeng and the others.

He suddenly discovers the prototype of the "Room of Request" in the depths of the eighth floor.

That is, that "miniature version" of the Milky Way.

"Oh? A model of the orthodox universe? Wrong! It is a prototype! ”

Demonic Harry said something that no one could understand.

Ling Zifeng stood up with his body propped up.

As soon as he heard this, his head exploded, and the time around him suddenly stood still.

"You must get the prototype of the Orthodox Universe!"

The voice was all too familiar to him, it was that of the mysterious giant phantom.

Intuition told Ling Zifeng that this phantom had a close connection with himself.

In some ways, more trustworthy than the Lord God of Time.

As long as he explains, it must have a deep meaning.

"But how do I get it?"