"Kill Harry......"

Listening to Voldemort's voice coming out of Harry's mouth couldn't help but make everyone's hearts sink.

Voldemort had found a way to control Harry, even to the point of taking possession of Harry's body entirely.

This made Harry feel a little sad, the intense pain irritated his nerves, but he couldn't control his body at all, and even looked at Dumbledore's face with a chill.

He wanted to kill Dumbledore, or, be killed by Dumbledore......

Harry twisted like a snake on the ground, as if trying to break free from Voldemort's grasp, but it backfired, and this was ......

"Don't give up, Harry!" Van Lin called, "we won't give up on you, so don't give up on yourself. ”

"What do you think...... Can he fight me?"

"If not, why would you lose your own body to be a pathetic parasite. Van Lin looked at Harry's constricted pupils, "You're not going to win, just like fifteen years ago, you're still a loser, Tom!"

"Come on, kill me, it's right here!" Voldemort smiled, the smile on Harry's face a little distorted.

"Do you think there's nothing we can do against you?" Van Lin looked at Harry with a gloomy face, or rather, Voldemort in Harry's pupils.

"I think you're very wrong, Voldemort!" Van Lin said, raising his left hand, a ruby ring glowing a strange red glow under the magic power.

"What is this?"

"Soul Ring," Van Lin said, "come, vampire, your new companion Tom!"

Van Lin said, and in an instant he imprinted the ring on the scar on Harry's forehead.

In the next second, a heart-rending roar erupted from Harry's throat, and Van Lin couldn't tell whose voice it was.

Harry, or Voldemort?

At least, this soul ring has the effect he wants, and this is the only means that Van Lin can use against the soul, and asked the vampire for the correct use of the soul ring to control people's consciousness, and with the help of Van Lin, drive Voldemort's consciousness out.

I have to admit that the process is very painful, but it is very rare......

Harry almost couldn't help but give up, as if tearing his whole body apart, little by little, a force different from Voldemort's mixed with bloody qi invaded his soul strongly.

The next second, like a fragile scroll of paper, was ripped off by the sound of Sla, and then he seemed to be in pain, and Harry was crawling face down on the ground, his glasses gone. He trembled violently, as if he were lying on the ice instead of on the wood.

Then there was a sound in the hall. Harry opened his eyes and saw glasses resting on the heels of the headless bodyguard, but the headless statue was lying quietly on the ground.

He looked up with his glasses on and saw that Dumbledore's hooked nose was just inches away from his nose. And Fan Lin also looked at him with a pale face, and cold sweat fell from Fan Lin's forehead drop by drop.

"Are you alright, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry said, shaking so violently that he couldn't hold his head up properly. "Yes, I ...... Where is Voldemort and where is it...... Was it driven away by Van Lin?...... Who are they...... What is ......?"

The hall was crowded with people, the floor was lit with dark green flames, and wizards and witches walked up and down the room. As Dumbledore pulled Harry and Van Lin up, Harry saw a stunned Connelly Fudge next to the leprechaun and house-elf statues.

"He's there!" shouted a man in a scarlet robe with a ponytail. He pointed to a pile of golden shards on the other side of the room, where Bellatrix had just been trapped.

"I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear he's a mystery, he pulls a woman and apparitions!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" muttered Fudge, who was in his pajamas under his robes, gasping for air as if he had just run a few miles.

"Oh my God—it's here—here—— in the Ministry of Magic—— my God—it doesn't seem possible—my God—how could such a thing happen——?"

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly," Dumbledore said, clearly glad Harry wasn't hurt. He walked forward, so everyone he trusted realized he was there (some raised their wands; others were just surprised; the statues of elves and house-elves clapped and cheered; Fudge jumped in surprise and his slippers fell to the ground)—"You'll find several fugitive Death Eaters trapped in the Death Chamber, ganged up by the Anti-Transfiguration spell, waiting for you to fall." ”

"Dumbledore!" Fudge gasped in surprise, "You're here—I—I—I—" He looked around, looking at the Oros he had brought, and it was so obvious that he wanted to shout, "Catch him!"

"Connelly, I'm ready to duel your men - and win again!" Dumbledore said in a thunderous voice, "but you saw with your own eyes a few minutes ago, the truth I've been telling you all year. Voldemort is back, you've been chasing the wrong person for the past twelve months, and now it's time for you to be sensible!"

"I didn't—well—" Fudge growled, looking around as if hoping someone would stand up and tell him what to do. When no one stepped forward, he said, "Very well—Dennis, Williamson, go to the Department of Mysteries." Dumbledore, what happened to you- you have to tell me in detail- the Fountain of the Magical Brothers?"

A whimper was added to his tone, staring at the statues of witches, wizards, and centaurs remaining on the ground.

"We can talk after I send Harry and Van Lin back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"The two of them?" Fudge turned to stare at Harry, who was still standing against the wall next to the statue that protected Dumbledore and Voldemort during his duel.

"Y-why are they?" Fudge waited for Dumbledore to answer.

"Why—what the hell is going on?"

"After Harry returns to Hogwold," Dumbledore repeated, "I'll explain everything. ”

He left the pool and came to the place where the witch's head was. He pointed his wand at it and said, "Portkey." ”

The head glowed blue and shook noisily on the floor for a while, then calmed down again.

"Look here, Dumbledore!" Fudge said as Dumbledore walked towards Harry with the head, "You don't have the right to use that portkey! You can't behave like that in front of the Minister of Magic, you—you—"

Dumbledore's voice became stumbling as he stared at him disdainfully through his half-moon glasses. "You need to order the expulsion of Dorelos Jane Umbridge and your Special Ops team from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "and you need to order your Aurors to stop hunting down my Protective Magical Creature teacher, to get him back to work, and to cancel the wanted for me and Van Lin, and I'll give it to you tonight—" Dumbledore pulled a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and looked at it. "—half an hour, during which time I think we can study everything that's going on here. After that, I'm going back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, you are welcome to come to Hogwarts and contact me. Write 'Principal' on the address of the letter and you will be able to find me. ”

Fudge's eyes widened, his mouth open, his round face pink under his tousled hair.

"I-you-"

Dumbledore stayed and looked at Harry. "You two, take this portkey. He took out the golden head and said in an unquestioning tone.

In fact, Van Lin also wanted to see what Dumbledore did with the Ministry of Magic, but using a vampire's weapon as a non-vampire was a great test of both magic and spirit.

At least he just wanted to lie down for now, and Harry wasn't much better, after all, he had just experienced a soul-tore pain that would be weak enough for anyone to be for a while.

Verlin and Harry put their hands on it, not caring what they would do next or where they would go back.

"I'll see you in half an hour," Dumbledore whispered, "One, two, three." ”

Without the slightest resistance, Harry felt the familiar sensation again—a hook hooking his navel and jerking him forward. The shiny wooden floor vanished beneath his feet, and the hall, Fudge and Dumbledore, flew forward in a brilliant whirlwind.

Harry's feet touched the ground, his knees bent slightly, and the Golden Wizard's head fell to the ground. He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office. In the Headmaster's absence, everything was restored, the delicate silver instrument resting back on the spindle-legged table, swirling silently in the smoke, the portraits of the Headmasters dozing in the frame, their heads hanging back into their armchairs or leaning against the edge of the frame. Harry looked out the window, and the horizon in the distance showed a green dividing line: dawn was coming.

The silence, broken only by the occasional snoring of the portraits in their sleep, was unbearable for him, and if the environment could emanate his inner feelings, the portraits would have screamed in pain. He strolled around the quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying to think of nothing.

But helplessly, he must be held accountable for his actions.

It was he who was arrogant enough to think that his judgment was correct, and then he was kidnapped to the Ministry of Magic to help Voldemort get some crystal ball, and what would he have done if Van Lin hadn't happened to be there?

Took what Voldemort wanted, and was taken by Malfoy to Voldemort's lair?

Even Dumbledore couldn't have gotten him out of nowhere, and besides, Voldemort would keep him?

Voldemort couldn't wait to kill him before, and all this, if not ......

"You ......"

"I know what you want to ask Harry!" said Van Lin, a little tired, having just escaped from the underground malls before running to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Harry.

I have to admit that they delayed for too long, and almost buried Harry inside, and if Dumbledore hadn't appeared at the critical moment, the Arvada Death Curse would have killed him or one of Harry.

This was an inevitable result, although the two of them hurt Voldemort, it was also because Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand were twins, but even so, Harry still couldn't stop Voldemort for too long, even his magic.

Voldemort fought against both of them at the same time, and then when he used the Philosopher's Stone with all his might, he only hurt Voldemort's skin, and even more damage could not be inflicted on him.

This was a bit different from Van Lin's thoughts, he originally thought he could do better, but now it seems to be ......

It seems that the conversation between the two alarmed them, or that they had already awakened when they first arrived.

These old guys like to do this, hide to the side and observe secretly, and when they come to a reason, these old guys are jumping out to express their opinions.

Phineas let out a long yawn, and when he saw Harry, he spread his arms and squinted.

"What brought you here so early? And you, El Imp, I remember you've been expelled from Hogwarts. "Is this room a secret from anyone other than the correct headmaster, or did Dumbledore send you?, oh, don't tell me ......", he yawned again, "Another news about my useless grandson?"

"Sirius is not a useless offspring. Harry was a little angry, he still couldn't tolerate anyone else slandering Sirius, whether it was Bellatrix or Phineas.

In fact, Sirius and the Black family really don't deal with each other.

"Oh? But, I think so. "Phineas.

"Oh, of course, if you're happy, but Sirius probably wouldn't be here. ”

"Alright, Phineas, don't say anything superfluous sooner, I hope that means", said a fat red-nosed wizard on the headmaster's desk, "Dumbledore will be back among us soon?" Harry turned and the wizard looked at him with interest.

Harry nodded, and he looked at Van Lin, the addition of these headmasters had obviously ruined the conversation between them.

"Wonderful," said the wizard, "he's not bored, in fact he's very bored." He sat in a kingly chair and looked at Harry with a kind smile, "Dumbledore thinks highly of you, I think you know", he said comfortably, "Yes, he has a lot of respect for you." ”

The huge guilt in Harry's chest now wriggled like a parasite, he was no longer himself, and today's incident, although there were no accidents, but there were always people who were hurt, and he had betrayed Dumbledore's trust, so stupidly fell into Voldemort's trap...... Never before had a feeling captured him more deeply in body and mind, and never had there been such a strong desire that he would be better for someone else, anyone else...... The empty fireplace suddenly flashed with green flames, and Harry quickly left his seat, staring at the man who appeared in the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure stepped out, and the wizards (portraits) on the walls around him immediately woke up, many of them shouting in welcome.