"Allegiance to you?" Mo Wen was noncommittal, but instead took out something from his bosom, which was a locket, "This should be yours, the so-called heir of Slytherin." ”

Voldemort's pupils shrank, and he said coldly, "Give it to me!" ”

There was a hoarse voice, and under the snake's whispering, Mo Wen opened the locket, and a pair of eyes flashed behind the glass window under the silver lining.

It seemed to sense a threat, and the chain spread like a rope towards Mo Wen's arm, and a bewitching sound came at the same time.

"I have seen your heart, and it is mine."

"You're just like me, you're afraid of death, but as long as I'm here, death won't threaten you anymore, you just—"

"It's really a lame temptation," Mo Wen chuckled, under the protection of the primordial, this so-called pendant that could peek into the heart was useless at all.

"Give it to me!" Voldemort's body suddenly rose with a strong wave of magic, and an evil aura permeated the hall.

"Really?" A blazing fire appeared out of thin air, enveloping the locket, and with a miserable scream, the locket was melted into a pile of scrap metal.

"Are you still going to take me as a subordinate now?"

Mo Wen watched with some disappointment as Voldemort's momentum just stagnated for a moment, and then exploded exponentially, he was furious! But there were no injuries.

But then he chuckled, and a magic that was not inferior to Voldemort erupted.

"Come on, Dark Lord! Let me see how many pounds you have! ”

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Harry was running, and the fear of death that Voldemort had brought him still permeated his heart, but another feeling occupied his heart, it was shame, it was he who didn't listen to Hermione's persuasion, it was he who exposed Gurris's undercover identity, and he also left everyone alone and ran away.

"Where's the exit?" He cried out in despair, all he wanted to do was escape from the place.

It was as if the room was waiting for him to ask the question. The door directly behind him opened, and the hallway leading to the elevator appeared in front of him. The hallway was empty, with lights lit. He continued to run wildly.

He could hear the sound of an elevator running in front of him; He picked up speed, ran around the corner, and slammed his fist on the button to call another elevator. The elevator descends slowly; As soon as the iron door opened, Harry flashed inside, now smashing the button labeled 'Square' with his fist. The door was closed, and he was now rising.

Before the elevator door could fully open, he rushed out. At this time, Bellatrix suddenly appeared in front of him and cast a spell. He hid behind the fountain in the square; The spell flew through him and struck the door at the other end of the hall, causing them to ring like a doorbell. There are no more stairs here. She stood not far away. He curled up behind the statue and listened.

"Come out, come out, little Harry!" She called in a baby's voice, her voice echoing through the hall. "Give me the Prophecy Orb! Then you'll be able to run away as much as you want! ”

Harry pursed his lips, the prophecy ball glistening in the pocket of his robe.

"Don't you think about it!" He didn't know what it was, but Voldemort wanted it, and he couldn't let the other party get it.

"Don't think?" Bellatrix read it silently, and then burst out laughing, "A man who brought his companion to death and then left his companion to run away said, 'Don't think'? ”

Her laughter stopped, "Harry, hand over the Prophecy Ball, or you'll suffer!" ”

Harry felt the blood pouring up his head as he was poked in the sore spot, and Bellat's words pierced him like a sharp knife.

"Shut up!" A red light flashed towards Bellat, who flashed easily.

"Little Potter, is that all you have to do?" Berlatt mocked, "Little Potter is a nuisance, kill his companions, run away alone, little Potter ・・・・・・"

She made up a nursery rhyme to mock Harry, and Harry covered his ears, but the lyrics kept coming to his ears.

A crisp sound spread far away in the empty square.

Berlatt stopped, his face gloomy and terrifying, "What did you do?" ”

Harry's mocking voice came, "I smashed it, I smashed the prophecy ball!" ”

Harry roared, and as he shouted, pain burned in his forehead; His scars hurt again, and he felt a rage that had nothing to do with his anger rush over him. "He knows too!" Harry said, letting out a maniacal laugh comparable to that of Bellat. "Your old fellow Voldemort knows it's gone! He's not going to be happy with you, is he? ”

"You talk nonsense!" She screamed, and Harry could feel a sense of revenge. "You take it, Potter, you have to give it to me! The prophecy ball is coming! Prophecy Flyball is coming! ”

"No, master, you forgive me!" Berat cried out in despair.

"It's useless, your master is playing with Guris?" Harry laughed and said it would be better if the two of them could die together, and a dark thought came to Harry's mind.

"What's useless? Can Harry talk to me? A cold voice reached Harry's ears, and Voldemort was standing not far from him.

"Avada suo!" The same green light came again.

The golden headless wizard statue in the fountain suddenly came to life, leaping from its pedestal and falling between Harry and Voldemort. When the statue stretched out its arm to protect Harry, the spell merely grazed its chest.

"Voldemort, we're not over yet!" Mo Wen's figure appeared next to Harry, he looked a little wolf, but he was not injured.

"Really?" Voldemort said playfully.

Behind him, Harry raised his wand.

Kill him, kill him and you won't have to be ridiculed by others; Kill him, kill him and you will be the only one in the limelight; Kill him, kill him and you'll be in your arms!

A small voice kept whispering in Harry's head, evoking the darkest side of his mind.

"Except for your weapons!"

Mo Wen's wand flew out, and he turned stiffly, looking at Harry in disbelief.

At this time, Harry's face was full of hideousness, and his eyes were full of crazy jealousy.

A wave of anger surged into Mo Wen's heart, "You-find-die!" ”

Those golden and silver eyes stared at Harry, and the phantom of a throne loomed around Mo Wen, as if it would pop out of the void at any moment.

It was as if cold water had been thrown on his head, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"No, no, I didn't mean to-" he explained frantically.

On the other side, Voldemort raised his wand, "Avada suo!" ”

The green light shot towards Mo Wen, and there was no wand left in his hand.

But he didn't even bat at the green light, instead staring at Harry.

"No!" Hermione, who had just run to the square, watched the scene in despair.