Chapter 271 In Fate
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
"he's gone?"
In the corner of the square, Ron and Harry poked their heads out tremblingly.
Voldemort turned into black mist and disappeared, but Dumbledore stood there, looking at something, his face still serious.
"Be careful!" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and shouted at Harry and Ron. His face was terrified like never before. Even before facing Voldemort's Fiendfire, he was not as terrified as he is now.
The world was spinning for a while, and I didn't know what happened, as if something rushed over suddenly, and the palpitating force was crushed from all directions.
When Ron raised his head again, he was already crawling face down on the ground. Not far away, Harry also fell to the ground, and he seemed to be struggling in pain.
Dumbledore rushed to Harry's side in a hurry, but when Harry raised his head, his snake-like face gave him a chill.
"You lost, old man."
A sound like this shouldn't come from a human being, but it was coming from Harry's throat now.
Harry's expression seemed to be a completely different person, sinister and vicious, every inch of his eyes shone with malevolence.
This expression was so familiar to Dumbledore, who else could it be if it wasn't Voldemort?
Harry was in extreme pain at this moment, as if someone had thrust a wooden stick into his brain, and his vision was gradually being lost.
"Harry, Harry..." Dumbledore put his wand aside and kept calling Harry's name, trying to remind the body of its real master.
Voldemort's will violently rushed into Harry's mind. How powerful is the soul of a legendary wizard?
Harry didn't have the slightest strength to resist. His consciousness was gradually withdrawing from his body, and his senses from all parts of his body were slowly disappearing.
The familiar brain is now filled with a strange and evil will.
But Harry didn't just catch him, his survival instinct made him hold on to the last position, and Voldemort's evil thoughts made him afraid, and he refused to let such dirty thoughts enter his brain.
Ron stared at the struggling Harry, feeling his hands and feet were cold, because Harry at this moment looked so much like a struggling snake!
Dumbledore seemed helpless like never before, and his eyes showed a rare blankness.
He has supernatural powers, but at this moment, Harry can only fight Voldemort by himself, and no one can help him.
This is the first confrontation between the two people in the prophecy, one is the most dangerous dark wizard who also possesses Horcruxes;
This time, can he still survive the catastrophe?
Harry had almost lost the ability to think, and was fighting against the invaders entirely by instinct.
The body is struggling under the constant fighting of the two souls, and the face is constantly changing.
Harry's eyes kept flashing past images, images of Voldemort torturing him.
Since Voldemort's resurrection, he has been aware of the connection with Harry, and has been trying to invade Harry's mind.
All nightmares and hallucinations come from Voldemort's invasion.
Harry once saw his own face in the mirror turned into Voldemort, the face of the enemy mocking his fragility in the mirror.
He would inexplicably have the idea of hurting others, especially when he was close to Dumbledore, he would be like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, eager to hurt him.
Harry was afraid, he was afraid that he would never be like himself again, he was afraid of losing everything he had.
"Harry, you are different from him after all." Dumbledore warned softly, he was kneeling on the ground, he was just a dying old man.
All he could do was pray that Harry would hear him and be encouraged.
At this time, the members of the Order of the Phoenix had also finished cleaning up the battlefield, and a group of people rushed to the square, looking at the mess everywhere.
"Harry?" There was no Voldemort, only Harry Potter struggling.
They all thought about what might have happened and gathered around Harry so Harry could see their faces.
Even Dumbledore can only stand by and watch, what can they do?
Voldemort's eyes scanned these lifeless ants, and the terrible malice made everyone around them feel cold.
Harry fought desperately for the view of the people who were loving him, like a child seeking help from his mother.
Eli leaned forward and stretched out his hand, but he froze in mid-air. What could he do?
In the face of Death Eaters, he can keep Harry behind; in the face of trolls, he can kill them, but no one can intervene in this soul fight.
Why didn't he survive after a soul fight?
This kind of duel can be divided into victory and defeat, but also life and death.
Harry's friends all came together, and Sirius sat on his knees like Dumbledore, his eyes flushed.
"Hold on to the children, we still have to be family members forever." Sirius seemed to be begging.
In the past, he failed to protect his brother, but now, is he still watching his godson die in front of his eyes?
This is torture for Harry, how can it not be torture for everyone who cares about Harry?
Everyone looked at Harry quietly, even if it was Voldemort's eyes, they looked at him without fear, this was also their battle.
Whenever Harry briefly gained vision, Harry could see the concerned faces.
He has been miserable since he was a child, even a little bit of kindness can keep him warm for three days.
Memories of the past flashed before him like a revolving lantern.
The scene of Eli teaching Dudley, the scene of playing with friends in Hogsmeade, and the recognition of Sirius, the recognition of Eli, the love of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Hall for him... everything Memories became warm from the moment I entered Hogwarts.
"This is my home." He still remembers sitting alone on the windowsill of the dormitory in the middle of the night, looking at the moon embedded in the night, and he regarded Hogwarts as his home.
"Harry, you're not like him after all."
Dumbledore's words echoed in his head.
When those warm memories surfaced, Voldemort's soul seemed to be sluggish, because he couldn't understand these things, he didn't understand why those people laughed so happily, he didn't understand why irrelevant people could love each other so much.
"This is my home." Voldemort also remembered the year when he came to Hogwarts from the cold orphanage.
No one here discriminates against him because of his ability, here are all wizards like him.
He can acquire knowledge, he feels fulfillment.
There was a sudden throbbing, and Voldemort was terrified that he was actually affected by Harry's will!
This was just the beginning, those memories made Harry's soul extremely powerful, and this body was repelling him.
Outside, Harry's eyes gradually cleared up, and his face gradually became familiar.
He struggled to speak, gritted his teeth, with infinite strength: "You will never understand, what is love..."
From this moment, Voldemort's power receded like a tide, and Harry's will took over the body again.
He collapsed to the ground, looking at the familiar faces, he was unprecedentedly happy.
Voldemort's unwilling and forceful voice began to echo: "So fragile, so unbearable, you are destined to lose everything!"
"We will always be united!" Dumbledore's voice completely dispelled Voldemort's will, and the darkness receded.
Eli hurriedly took a bottle of potion and poured it down for Harry, and Harry's face gradually turned rosy.
Sirius was so excited, his handsome face was twitching constantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Well done boy, well done..." Sirius was a little incoherent.
A tired smile appeared on Harry's face, and he looked at these concerned faces over and over again with satisfaction.
"Professor, I think I have learned." Harry's voice was weak, but very proud.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with great relief, and he patted Harry on the shoulder lightly: "Yes, you have learned, it's amazing."
Harry had learned Occlumency from Snape for nearly a semester. Snape was very conscientious and taught him blushing every time, but his progress was still very slow.
After all, Occlumency is not like the Patronus Charm, it can't be accomplished by just chanting a spell.
And who can perfectly control his mind?
I thought that the day when I could practice it was far away, but I didn't expect that Voldemort's life-and-death confrontation inadvertently contributed to the completion of Harry's Occlumency.
He managed to banish the thoughts of a legendary wizard from his own mind.
It is also interesting to say that when Harry was a baby, Voldemort's ultimate move gave Harry the gift of Parseltongue.
This time the ultimate move made Harry learn Occlumency in one fell swoop.
So Voldemort was not bad?
Of course, this is just a joke, because what Harry has lost is not acceptable to ordinary people.
The war at the Ministry of Magic ended, Voldemort was driven away, many Death Eaters were captured, and the prophecy ball was not allowed to take away by Voldemort.
This battle ended with a big victory for the Order of the Phoenix.
They brought the wounded back first. After all, Ginny was knocked unconscious by Bella's sneak attack, and Harry's brain was also disturbed enough by Voldemort.
After leaving some people to deal with the aftermath, Eli, Sirius and Mr. Weasley took Ginny and Harry to St. Mungo's.
Mrs. Weasley arrived here early, and when she saw the pale Ginny and Harry, she wept bitterly.
"Don't be like this, Molly, they're all fine, Dumbledore has seen them all."
Although Mr. Weasley was also red-eyed, he still comforted his wife softly.
St. Mungo's had prepared a therapist early on, and a therapist named Merriam Straw was responsible for taking Ginny and Harry away for examination and treatment.
It is worth mentioning that the therapist for Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom was also Meliam Straw.
This healer specializes in healing magical damage.
Originally, she was supposed to be on duty in the long-term ward like No. 49, but other therapists were absent, so she took over.
The results of the treatment are very optimistic. Ginny's injury is not too serious and will not leave any sequelae, while Harry's injury is milder and he needs to recuperate.
In the corner of the square, Ron and Harry poked their heads out tremblingly.
Voldemort turned into black mist and disappeared, but Dumbledore stood there, looking at something, his face still serious.
"Be careful!" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and shouted at Harry and Ron. His face was terrified like never before. Even before facing Voldemort's Fiendfire, he was not as terrified as he is now.
The world was spinning for a while, and I didn't know what happened, as if something rushed over suddenly, and the palpitating force was crushed from all directions.
When Ron raised his head again, he was already crawling face down on the ground. Not far away, Harry also fell to the ground, and he seemed to be struggling in pain.
Dumbledore rushed to Harry's side in a hurry, but when Harry raised his head, his snake-like face gave him a chill.
"You lost, old man."
A sound like this shouldn't come from a human being, but it was coming from Harry's throat now.
Harry's expression seemed to be a completely different person, sinister and vicious, every inch of his eyes shone with malevolence.
This expression was so familiar to Dumbledore, who else could it be if it wasn't Voldemort?
Harry was in extreme pain at this moment, as if someone had thrust a wooden stick into his brain, and his vision was gradually being lost.
"Harry, Harry..." Dumbledore put his wand aside and kept calling Harry's name, trying to remind the body of its real master.
Voldemort's will violently rushed into Harry's mind. How powerful is the soul of a legendary wizard?
Harry didn't have the slightest strength to resist. His consciousness was gradually withdrawing from his body, and his senses from all parts of his body were slowly disappearing.
The familiar brain is now filled with a strange and evil will.
But Harry didn't just catch him, his survival instinct made him hold on to the last position, and Voldemort's evil thoughts made him afraid, and he refused to let such dirty thoughts enter his brain.
Ron stared at the struggling Harry, feeling his hands and feet were cold, because Harry at this moment looked so much like a struggling snake!
Dumbledore seemed helpless like never before, and his eyes showed a rare blankness.
He has supernatural powers, but at this moment, Harry can only fight Voldemort by himself, and no one can help him.
This is the first confrontation between the two people in the prophecy, one is the most dangerous dark wizard who also possesses Horcruxes;
This time, can he still survive the catastrophe?
Harry had almost lost the ability to think, and was fighting against the invaders entirely by instinct.
The body is struggling under the constant fighting of the two souls, and the face is constantly changing.
Harry's eyes kept flashing past images, images of Voldemort torturing him.
Since Voldemort's resurrection, he has been aware of the connection with Harry, and has been trying to invade Harry's mind.
All nightmares and hallucinations come from Voldemort's invasion.
Harry once saw his own face in the mirror turned into Voldemort, the face of the enemy mocking his fragility in the mirror.
He would inexplicably have the idea of hurting others, especially when he was close to Dumbledore, he would be like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, eager to hurt him.
Harry was afraid, he was afraid that he would never be like himself again, he was afraid of losing everything he had.
"Harry, you are different from him after all." Dumbledore warned softly, he was kneeling on the ground, he was just a dying old man.
All he could do was pray that Harry would hear him and be encouraged.
At this time, the members of the Order of the Phoenix had also finished cleaning up the battlefield, and a group of people rushed to the square, looking at the mess everywhere.
"Harry?" There was no Voldemort, only Harry Potter struggling.
They all thought about what might have happened and gathered around Harry so Harry could see their faces.
Even Dumbledore can only stand by and watch, what can they do?
Voldemort's eyes scanned these lifeless ants, and the terrible malice made everyone around them feel cold.
Harry fought desperately for the view of the people who were loving him, like a child seeking help from his mother.
Eli leaned forward and stretched out his hand, but he froze in mid-air. What could he do?
In the face of Death Eaters, he can keep Harry behind; in the face of trolls, he can kill them, but no one can intervene in this soul fight.
Why didn't he survive after a soul fight?
This kind of duel can be divided into victory and defeat, but also life and death.
Harry's friends all came together, and Sirius sat on his knees like Dumbledore, his eyes flushed.
"Hold on to the children, we still have to be family members forever." Sirius seemed to be begging.
In the past, he failed to protect his brother, but now, is he still watching his godson die in front of his eyes?
This is torture for Harry, how can it not be torture for everyone who cares about Harry?
Everyone looked at Harry quietly, even if it was Voldemort's eyes, they looked at him without fear, this was also their battle.
Whenever Harry briefly gained vision, Harry could see the concerned faces.
He has been miserable since he was a child, even a little bit of kindness can keep him warm for three days.
Memories of the past flashed before him like a revolving lantern.
The scene of Eli teaching Dudley, the scene of playing with friends in Hogsmeade, and the recognition of Sirius, the recognition of Eli, the love of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Hall for him... everything Memories became warm from the moment I entered Hogwarts.
"This is my home." He still remembers sitting alone on the windowsill of the dormitory in the middle of the night, looking at the moon embedded in the night, and he regarded Hogwarts as his home.
"Harry, you're not like him after all."
Dumbledore's words echoed in his head.
When those warm memories surfaced, Voldemort's soul seemed to be sluggish, because he couldn't understand these things, he didn't understand why those people laughed so happily, he didn't understand why irrelevant people could love each other so much.
"This is my home." Voldemort also remembered the year when he came to Hogwarts from the cold orphanage.
No one here discriminates against him because of his ability, here are all wizards like him.
He can acquire knowledge, he feels fulfillment.
There was a sudden throbbing, and Voldemort was terrified that he was actually affected by Harry's will!
This was just the beginning, those memories made Harry's soul extremely powerful, and this body was repelling him.
Outside, Harry's eyes gradually cleared up, and his face gradually became familiar.
He struggled to speak, gritted his teeth, with infinite strength: "You will never understand, what is love..."
From this moment, Voldemort's power receded like a tide, and Harry's will took over the body again.
He collapsed to the ground, looking at the familiar faces, he was unprecedentedly happy.
Voldemort's unwilling and forceful voice began to echo: "So fragile, so unbearable, you are destined to lose everything!"
"We will always be united!" Dumbledore's voice completely dispelled Voldemort's will, and the darkness receded.
Eli hurriedly took a bottle of potion and poured it down for Harry, and Harry's face gradually turned rosy.
Sirius was so excited, his handsome face was twitching constantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Well done boy, well done..." Sirius was a little incoherent.
A tired smile appeared on Harry's face, and he looked at these concerned faces over and over again with satisfaction.
"Professor, I think I have learned." Harry's voice was weak, but very proud.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with great relief, and he patted Harry on the shoulder lightly: "Yes, you have learned, it's amazing."
Harry had learned Occlumency from Snape for nearly a semester. Snape was very conscientious and taught him blushing every time, but his progress was still very slow.
After all, Occlumency is not like the Patronus Charm, it can't be accomplished by just chanting a spell.
And who can perfectly control his mind?
I thought that the day when I could practice it was far away, but I didn't expect that Voldemort's life-and-death confrontation inadvertently contributed to the completion of Harry's Occlumency.
He managed to banish the thoughts of a legendary wizard from his own mind.
It is also interesting to say that when Harry was a baby, Voldemort's ultimate move gave Harry the gift of Parseltongue.
This time the ultimate move made Harry learn Occlumency in one fell swoop.
So Voldemort was not bad?
Of course, this is just a joke, because what Harry has lost is not acceptable to ordinary people.
The war at the Ministry of Magic ended, Voldemort was driven away, many Death Eaters were captured, and the prophecy ball was not allowed to take away by Voldemort.
This battle ended with a big victory for the Order of the Phoenix.
They brought the wounded back first. After all, Ginny was knocked unconscious by Bella's sneak attack, and Harry's brain was also disturbed enough by Voldemort.
After leaving some people to deal with the aftermath, Eli, Sirius and Mr. Weasley took Ginny and Harry to St. Mungo's.
Mrs. Weasley arrived here early, and when she saw the pale Ginny and Harry, she wept bitterly.
"Don't be like this, Molly, they're all fine, Dumbledore has seen them all."
Although Mr. Weasley was also red-eyed, he still comforted his wife softly.
St. Mungo's had prepared a therapist early on, and a therapist named Merriam Straw was responsible for taking Ginny and Harry away for examination and treatment.
It is worth mentioning that the therapist for Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom was also Meliam Straw.
This healer specializes in healing magical damage.
Originally, she was supposed to be on duty in the long-term ward like No. 49, but other therapists were absent, so she took over.
The results of the treatment are very optimistic. Ginny's injury is not too serious and will not leave any sequelae, while Harry's injury is milder and he needs to recuperate.
