"Broken bones!"

"Boom Blast!"

"Divided!"

The ravaged boulder was shattered by one magic after another, but before it could enjoy its old age, a repair spell pulled the poor stone target back into the sun.

Magic works!

Before it was completely dark, Harry found an open space and began to experiment, the invisible and untouchable magical heart did not strengthen his body, and the physical power did not move at all, but its effect on the magic was huge.

But that doesn't seem like a good thing. Not entirely good, at least for Harry.

He's become more 'short'.

Because of the rate of fire like the White Ivory Water Gun, Harry's magic power was already very insufficient, and the limit of 120 rounds of spare ammunition was enough for the White Ivory disaster for more than ten seconds, if the rate of fire was full, reaching the theoretical limit of 1,300 rounds per minute, Glock, who had a speed of 21 seconds, could completely drain Harry's magic power in six seconds.

The pumping heart of mana makes the mana in Harry's body flow at an unusually fast rate, simply put, his mana output per unit of time is higher than that of other wizards, which increases the power of the spell, but at the cost of higher mana cost, as well as additional waste.

If the previous cost was 1, then the current cost is 4, one of which is an increase in the enchantment, but the remaining two are meaningless waste, and the mana that cannot be completely transformed by the spell will have no positive meaning other than create a louder mana blast than before.

Perhaps deafening the enemy with today's frightening firing is a new tactic against the enemy?

"That's damn that."

Harry complained speechlessly, the white ivory was half-crippled, although the power of the spell had been doubled, but the fourfold consumption made him completely turned into a second man, and he was able to squeeze Harry's white ivory in six or seven seconds.

Ebony is even worse, if the white ivory is only half wasted, the ebony is completely stopped, its original mana consumption is twice that of the white ivory, and after the current increase, it needs to pay eight times the mana of the standard spell to triple the magic of the spell, and every time the magic is used, the body seems to be hollowed out.

"What two goblins."

Looking at the black and white twin brakes in his hand, Harry felt a little like crying, he didn't want such a reinforcement at all, but there was no way to refund this stuffed thing.

Alasing, Harry could only be forced to accept this fact, after returning to the dormitory, he just wanted to empty his head, there is always a solution to trouble, but if he is in a hurry, he will not be in a hurry.

Harry slept deeply with the faint snoring, and the dark dreams that accompanied the night outlined a tunnel that seemed to have no end in sight.

There was a little glimmer of light in the darkness, and it was getting closer and louder.

And at this moment, the sound of the heartbeat that had been hidden before also appeared again, and the powerful pumping sound became clearer and clearer as the light approached.

"How did I get home?"

Looking at the familiar décor around me, a sense of familiarity is gradually reclaimed, this is a spacious room, the floor is covered with soft Persian carpets, the spacious double bed allows people to roll around, the bookshelf on one side is stuffed with all kinds of comics, and on the opposite side, the high wall of figurines is pleasing to the eye.

This is a standard house room, if there is any difference, it is probably that this house is richer, and the handmade wall looks very much like the down payment of a house.

It was the most homely image Harry could remember, even though he knew he would never be able to come back to it.

"Oh, it turned out to be a dream."

Harry, who seemed to come back to his senses, sighed a little lonely, "I thought I had forgotten about it, but I didn't expect me to remember." ”

"It's all in the past." He let out a miserable laugh, and the picture around him blurred and changed style, and it was also familiar to him, it was his bedroom at the Dursleys.

"This is my home, too."

With a smile on his face, Harry looked at it for a week and gently pushed the door open, and the picture behind the door was not the hallway of the Dursleys, but an empty walkway, with the railroad tracks on one side stretching into the distance, and if Harry guessed correctly, this was Station 9.

"There should be a Hogwarts Express." He looked up at the sign on platform 9 and muttered, and a scarlet steam locomotive with white smoke suddenly appeared.

"But what's the point of this dream?"

Lucid dreaming is not an uncommon thing, but it is quite amazing to be able to actively change the picture of the dream while remaining conscious, but what does this really mean?

As he pondered this, the surrounding image blurred once more, the station was shrouded in a thick fog, and in front of him, stood a tall and ornate mirror—the Mirror of Eris.

Harry moved closer, and the mirror reflected his appearance, or rather, his current appearance.

The person in the mirror was wearing a close-fitting white tank top and black sports shorts, which Harry felt most comfortable wearing, but there was a slight difference in the blue dot on his chest in the mirror, a blue dot that was constantly beating and contracting.

As Harry stared, the blue dot became clearer, and unlike what he had expected, it was not a heart, but a small figure hidden in his chest.

The sleeping baby was very similar to himself, Harry had seen pictures of him as a child, Aunt Petunia had taken a picture of him and Dudley together as a baby, and the young shadow Harry saw was exactly the same as the one he had seen when he was a child.

"I'm not wrong."

A somewhat distracted Harry muttered, and just as he said this, his projection in the mirror also showed a hopeful change, his eyes turned brownish-black, the contour of his face also changed a lot, and even his figure shrunk a little, although it was also well-proportioned and powerful, but it was indeed not as strong as Harry's body now.

"So you've always been in my heart. Harry"

He raised his hand to his heart, lowered his head and said softly.

"I, a wicked man from across the world, have taken away a life that should belong to you."

"It's probably useless to apologize."

After a moment of silence, he sighed slightly.

"The only thing I can promise you is that I'll take care of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and our cousin Dudley."

"They are very good to me, they have always taken good care of me, the company of relatives that I have not experienced in my previous life, they have fulfilled my dreams for me, I will protect them, even if you don't say it, I will do it."

"I don't know if you would like Qiu Zhang if it were you, although I feel like she's like that, if you want, I can give Syd a green hat, the two of them have just met, I'm skilled at snatching other people's girlfriends, you can fully trust me as an old driver."

But after sneering, Harry shook his head slightly, 'Harry' was no longer there, although he saw the little man, but Harry was also able to confirm that when he occupied this body, the original owner had already merged with him, and the soul strength of the two was so different that devouring was the only possibility.

"What about Voldemort?"

Harry, who had already discovered that this was not a simple dream, had some guesses in his heart, this should be similar to the existence of soul space, not a simple dream, and because of this, he was so awake, and even when his mind moved, the surrounding environment changed at will.

At the moment when this thought appeared, the mirror in front of him and the surrounding fog suddenly dissipated, and in the pure white room, a dark shadow appeared.

It was in the shape of a human being, but the size of a baby, with rough red skin, as if it had been skinned, and its mouth with crooked teeth opened wide, as if it was making a strange and disgusting sound, but the sound could not be heard, and a thin and flexible eggshell wrapped it tightly.

There was a thin thread attached to the eggshell, and the other end of the thread was connected to Harry's heart, connected to the blue beating point of light.

It didn't need to be introduced, Harry understood that the eggshell was the magic left by Harry's mother, Lily, and that the thin thread that connected the eggshell was the only connection between him and the ugly baby, and through this thin thread, Harry sensed the magic of the eggshell, and also the weak nature of the baby monster howling inside.

Without this eggshell, Harry, connected by a thin thread, would have been unaware of the power that would have been sucked into the growth of this ugly monster.

But this protection is not permanent, Harry can feel that the magic on the eggshell is weakening at a very slow pace, and the power that Dumbledore calls love can only protect Harry until he is seventeen, if Voldemort does not steal this power and let it be forcibly extended as if it is stuck and bugged.

Then at the age of seventeen, the demon wrapped in eggshells will start voraciously sucking Harry's soul.

"It's because of you, so Harry still has the last trace left, right?"

The magic called love wanted to continue to protect Harry after rebounding Voldemort's killing curse, but the strength of the traverser's soul was too strong compared to the young Harry, and the two were devoured in the moment of touch, and the love that belonged to Harry only protected his last shadow, and this protection from the great mother finally failed.

I don't know why, a deep sense of guilt arises spontaneously.

He killed the child she wanted to protect in front of a mother, and took everything that belonged to that child, his life, his future, all that he had.

The emotions that surged in his heart caused him to fall into a long silence, he didn't know how he should face this incident, it had happened, and the so-called confessions and apologies were all pale words.

It wasn't Harry himself who broke the silence, the faint ripple of the thin eggshell made Harry slowly look up.

It seemed that a gentle female shadow appeared in front of him, and she smiled at Harry and beckoned to him gently.

This dependency made Harry cautiously closer, but he didn't dare to look at the green eyes that were as clear as a lake, he didn't know how he should face this great mother, a mother desperately trying to protect her child.

"Harry."

A gentle voice reached Harry's ears.

"I'm not—"

The eager words blurted out, and he who had already understood everything didn't want to deceive the person in front of him at this moment, even if she was just a shadow of nothingness.

A hand gently rested his chin and held his face so that he lifted his head, and he met the clear green eyes.

"Harry."

It was still that gentle call, and a smile appeared on Lily's face.

"You've grown up."

"Whether it's Mom or Dad, we've always loved you."

"But I'm not—I'm just—"

Before he could explain something, he was gently embraced by a pair of hands, and Harry was embraced by her, Lily pressed her cheek against the top of his head, and said softly, "You will always be my child." ”

"Mommy loves you, Harry."

The gentle voice seemed to shatter the hardest ice in someone's heart, and uncontrollable tears continued to fall at this moment, and the gentle mother held the tearful child, she gently patted Harry's back, and hummed the song that had been put to sleep.

Harry had never felt so peaceful, so warm, this immaculate love from his mother, a very different feeling he had felt in Aunt Penny, the greatest power in the world that could give everything he had for you.

The illusory shadow slowly disappeared little by little, and the hand around him gradually became unreachable, at this moment, Harry, who understood everything in his heart, slowly raised his head, and finally had the courage to look at Harry, who had clear green eyes, and was a little stunned.

A shallow smile appeared on his face, and Lily let go of her hand, and the two looked at each other silently.

"Mom."

Harry smiled and whispered, and at this moment, he finally uttered the familiar and distant words.

"Thank you, thank you."

Harry took a deep breath as he got up from the ground, and he waved his hand one last time goodbye to his gentle mother.

The young child that had been hiding in his heart vanished, and a strong and powerful heart of magic appeared on the right side of his chest.

There seemed to be a subtle change in the heart of the magic that was no longer separated by the 'two', but at this time, Harry didn't care about it.

The sound of a strong heartbeat shattered the pure white walls around it, and the eggshell shrouded in twisted demons shattered at this moment!

Thunder resounded in this soul world, and the lead-gray clouds brewed thunder and lightning!

He raised his hand, and in this home field where his mind could do anything, the gods were his voice at this moment.

Piercing howls resounded as the eggshells shattered, and the thunder of the Skyrim converged into a murderous warhammer.

"Die!"

The roaring thunder was deafening, and the remnants of the evil spirits were crushed into invisible ashes in front of the heavenly might.

The soul fragments that have been completely defeated have turned into pure spirit sons, and the battle between souls and souls has only the only result of devouring and being devoured.

Underneath the heart of the mana, another faint blue dot emerged, slightly expanding and contracting with each of Harry's breaths.

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This chapter is hard to write. I've deleted and changed it several times, but I don't know if I can write the feeling I want, but I don't have enough pen power, so I can only do that.

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If there is time to touch the code word, I will write a little more, and the addition will appear from time to time.

If this book has a chance to be on 2,000 yuan, then I can apply for a full-time job and write 10,000 or 20,000 a day, after all, I can support myself at that time.

But this, I can only ask the readers, hey~

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