Hallie was on the bed across from Ron.

With Ron's lost eyes, he looked away.

Melda saw Harley, who was tightly wrapped.

The white sheets held her limbs firmly to the hospital bed, and no spells were used.

And Harley was now with those confused, empty eyes. Staring at the ceiling in confusion.

"Hallie!"

Melda called softly.

He didn't understand why Harley was tied up.

Until Hallie's sudden spasms and convulsions, she writhed her limbs and struggled on the bed.

She seemed to feel her body bound, but she couldn't escape, only moaning in pain.

"Hallie, what's wrong with her?"

Hermione asked distressedly. She wanted to help Harley, but was overwhelmed by Mr. Septimus.

"The doctor said it was a follow-up of the Imperius Curse, and the child was very confused right now, and she might wake up in the next second, maybe—" Mr. Septimus stopped abruptly. There was a sudden dead silence in the hospital room.

After a brief silence, Hermione cried out in a sad voice, "No..."

"How so?" Melda lost her mind.

He walked over slowly, sat down by Hallie's window, and held her hand tightly.

Her hands were so cold.

Holding Harley's hand, his first reaction was that it was so cold.

"Nope! @#¥%......" Hallie rolled over on the hospital bed, muttering to herself.

Looking at Hallie's painful appearance, Melda's heart also rose with a sense of empathetic sadness.

He couldn't figure out her current state, and he hadn't studied the Imperius Curse himself.

Because of the magic pupil's skills, he is immune to almost any mind control. So I didn't care about a Imperius curse at all.

However, whether it is the original work of the previous life, or the huge knowledge reserve in his head. They all told him that the Imperius Curse shouldn't be that powerful.

Unless...

Harley is in the same state as she was before, with an incomplete soul, or is she under attack?

Under attack?

Could it be Voldemort's soul fragment?

Thinking of this, Melda hurriedly felt the magic in Harley's body carefully.

Hallie's magic is unlike anyone else, and there is Lily's love in her magic, which is an unusually warm and soothing feeling.

This may be the only reason why she suffered from Dursley's childhood abuse and did not become a person like Voldemort.

Sure enough, that's where the problem arises.

Melda already had a thought in her mind.

The protective charm of love in Harley's body is almost gone. This made Harley a little unable to suppress Voldemort's soul.

But it's also possible that Tom Riddle in that diary instigated it.

Otherwise, the remnant soul of Voldemort in Hallie's body has not moved for more than ten years, why is the reaction so fierce now.

......

Out of nothingness, Harley was dreaming about her, too.

Maybe it's a hallucination.

She seemed to hear in the distance.

It was in the fog that some kind of whisper came out.

It was like a child's muttering while he was asleep, but if you listened closely, it wasn't.

She instinctively got up and walked towards the mist, but inexplicably as she kept getting closer, an unprecedented fear gradually sprouted in her heart.

Suddenly, a faint light hit, which made her reach out and cover her eyes,

After her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, her vision suddenly opened up.

This is a hall that occupies an extremely large area.

Looking up, there are probably hundreds of round storage tanks scattered here.

Curious, Hallie stepped forward and reached out to sweep the dust off the storage pipes.

Suddenly, a dry corpse slammed into the glass.

He stared at Harley with his eyes that were almost falling out.

His rotten jaws collided up and down, as if he was talking, but he was missing flesh and blood, and no matter how angry he was, he couldn't make a sound.

"Ahh

Harley screamed and jerked back, only to fall to the ground unexpectedly, her head staggering down.

In an instant, the fear that came to her face appeared in her sight without warning.

I saw that the storage tank was full of bones, and one by one, there were bones on the ground.

It's almost impossible to get your feet down.

On the walls, on the floor, there was a viscous, dark green liquid everywhere.

In that disgusting pile of slime, there were black and red pieces of flesh and blood.

The skeletons were covered in all sorts of worms. A suffocating stench filled the room.

Harley couldn't feel her legs anymore.

She could only let those feet step over the bones of the rodent-bitten corpse and move on.

And so it went on for about another three or four minutes, just as she was on the verge of collapse.

The horror in the center of the hall was finally fully presented to her.

"No, no, no."

Harley stepped back, her face bloodless. The trembling teeth bit their lips lightly. A pair of clear eyes glared at the boss.

Baizhu only felt that there was some anti-blackness in front of her, she knew that this was a precursor to fainting, how she wished that she could faint at this moment, and be able to temporarily escape from this hellish vestibule, but unfortunately she couldn't.

"Damn, what is this?"

The shimmer flickered, and the center of the hall was densely packed with the bones of all kinds of human beings, old, young, male and female. And it's as if it's a slaughterhouse used by the devil to torture mortals.

The poor fellows, they were forced to huddle together, round after circle. The mountains are stacked on top of each other, as if it were a hill made of bones.

"For. Miscellaneous.. Is it? ”

"What sound?"

Harley was startled, and a blasphemous sound sounded in her ears like the tip of a knife cutting through glass.

"Get out of here, get out of !!"

Her fragile nerves could no longer bear the fear in front of her. She ran like crazy towards the opposite side of the Mountain of Bones.

As she left, the hall shattered like shattered glass.

But the blasphemous voice followed me. The piercing voice sounded inexplicably magnetic and pathetic to her.

It was like coming from beyond the galaxy, on the other side of time, in that dark hall, at the end of everything.

In the kaleidoscopic reality where light and shadow meet, the ultimate fear gradually emerges.

"You.. Why.. Still.. Don't go.. Die? ”

"Tom !!"

"Ah!!h

The screams before death, like erupting blood, came out of Hallie's mouth in a frenzy.

The corpses, trembling, crawled up and walked towards Harley step by step like a walking corpse.

With each step, a piece of maggot-covered flesh and bones falls.

"Don't come here! Stay back! ”

Harley stepped back in horror, but fell down again, and she jerked at the empty storage pipe to her right, only to see an iron plaque with a name engraved on it, rusty and covered with bright green moss.

"Harry Potter?"

Harley mechanically pronounced the name on the iron plate.

The eye fell on the glass of the storage pipe.

It was a handsome boy with dark eyes, a tall man, a pale face, and finely carved features.

He was looking at her with a sneer.

No, it's not.

That's her face.

Harley touched her cheek in horror, but found that the sneer on the corner of her mouth couldn't stop.

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