Chapter 529 529. Harry's Mutation Prison

Chapter 529 529. Harry's Mutation Prison
"Dum... Breddo..."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Sirius' celebration came to an abrupt end.

The three people present turned their heads at the same time, looking at Harry who was lying on the sofa.

Harry was sitting up now.

His face became extremely gloomy, with a vicious expression, and his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore.

"Harry!"

Sirius widened his eyes at first, then rushed over.

"What's the matter with you, Harry?"

Snapped!
Harry reached out and slapped Sirius' hand away.

"It's... no use, Dumbledore."

He spoke again, his hoarse voice gradually flowing.

"I already know that this boy has also become my Horcrux."

"I'm not going to die..."

"Harry!" Sirius looked anxious, "What's going on?"

But "Harry" ignored him, but continued on his own: "You know what to do to completely destroy me...Dumbledore, that is to kill this boy!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

He suddenly laughed maniacally.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Then wait, wait for me to be reborn in Harry Potter!"

"Go away!"

Harry's own voice sounded.

Then, the gloom on his face suddenly faded away.

"Haha...haha..."

Harry's eyes widened and he began to gasp like a drowning man.

"Harry."

Sirius let out a cautious cry.

"Sirius...I..." Harry said brokenly, "I seem to have had a long nightmare..."

"It's all right, Harry, you'll be all right, we'll find a way to sort this out."

Sirius comforted him, reaching out to pat him on the back, to help him calm down.

At this moment, Scott and Dumbledore looked at each other.

"professor……"

Scott frowned.

"How could Voldemort do this?"

Wouldn't this be equivalent to installing an indefinite time bomb on Harry?

Moreover, if it is not resolved, who knows when Harry will be manipulated.

Harry couldn't be on his toes 24 hours a day, running Occlumency all the time.

That would drive him crazy.

"Sorry, it was an oversight on my part."

Dumbledore also frowned at Harry.

"I didn't expect... Voldemort's awareness of this would have such consequences."

"Professor Dumbledore, is there any way to solve this problem?" Sirius asked.

"this matter……"

Dumbledore rarely hesitated.

"I'm sorry, because this involves Harry's soul, the help others can give is limited, and we can only rely on Harry himself."

"Why is this?" Sirius couldn't believe it, "You are Dumbledore!"

"Sorry, Sirius."

Dumbledore smiled wryly.

"That piece of Voldemort's soul has been entangled with Harry's soul, and it will hurt Harry's soul if he is not careful."

"Tell me, Professor."

Harry had recovered by now.

Instead of evading, he stared at Dumbledore and asked.

"Tell me what I should do, Professor."

There was determination written all over his face.

Dumbledore said: "The easiest way is to do nothing but keep Occlumency at all times so that he cannot influence you."

"I will never accept it!"

Harry said very excitedly.

"Voldemort, that is my enemy, and I will never accept living with a part of him."

"Tell me, professor, how can I get rid of him!"

"Stay on Occlumency."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and said.

"Practice Occlumency to the highest level, and learn the magic knowledge related to the soul."

"Combine the two and slowly separate the fragments of Voldemort's soul."

"Only by separating him completely, can you eliminate him without harming yourself."

"This is a long-term process that may take a lot of your time."

"Anthracene, I will do this." Harry clenched his fists tightly, "Even if it takes more time, I will do that."

"Good job, Harry."

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder encouragingly.

"I believe you will be able to succeed..."

At this moment, flames rose from the fireplace on one side, and Professor Moody, leaning on crutches, came out of it.

"Oh, Albus, you're back."

He quickened his pace and limped towards Dumbledore, both the normal eye and the magic eye that had grown a few circles were staring at him closely.

"Tell me, have you succeeded?"

"The operation was successful," said Dumbledore.

"Success?"

Professor Moody was overjoyed at first, and then found something was wrong.

"Since it's successful, why don't you have any joy on your faces?"

"It was my negligence." Dumbledore blamed himself, "I don't know enough about Horcruxes..."

"It's my problem, Professor."

Harry opened his mouth.

Professor Moody turned. "Oh? What happened to you, Potter?"

Harry pushed his hair back, revealing the scar on his forehead.

"Voldemort can influence me through this. Just now, he spoke to Dumbledore through me. He wants to devour my soul and occupy my body."

"This is impossible!"

Professor Moody's magic eye rolled and finally fixed on Harry's scar.

"This is impossible!"

he said, frowning.

"What is on your body is just a piece of soul fragment, very weak, he can only find opportunities to influence you, but he cannot defeat your complete soul!"

Harry laughed when he said that.

"That's what he said, but I also think he can't do it. I could easily drive him away just now and wake up myself."

Dumbledore said: "What Voldemort wants is to add up to more. Through a long-term influence on you, he will slowly guide you and change you. When your soul is polluted, he will have a chance."

"I won't." Harry said disgustedly, "I will definitely not be influenced by him."

Of course, his highly subjective statement is not very convincing, but no one present refuted him.

Professor Moody stared at him for a moment, then turned to face Dumbledore again.

"Albus, this matter can be put aside for now. The most important thing now is to deal with the remaining Death Eaters. Minister Burns has already arranged it in Azkaban."

Dumbledore nodded, "Then let's go there first."

With that said, he turned to Scott and said, "I still need you to go with me, Scott."

Scott nodded upon hearing the words, "No problem."

Dumbledore said to Sirius again: "Sirius, you are here to watch Harry."

At this time, Sirius couldn't care about anything else, and just nodded.

It was Harry who said to him instead: "Do whatever you want and leave me alone, I'll remember to keep Occlumency."

"No." Sirius shook his head resolutely, "I'm not going anywhere."

"But……"

Harry wanted to say something more, but Professor Moody had already moved.

"Let's go to the Ministry of Magic first."

With that said, he went to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"Ministry of Magic."

He dropped the floo powder and disappeared into the rising flames.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore and Scott also left one after another.

After arriving at the Ministry of Magic, they went to the offices of Auror Command.

Here, they were transferred to Azkaban via a Portkey.

Immediately after arriving in Azkaban, Professor Moody swung his wand and destroyed the deer hat that was made into a portkey.

"Oh, here you are, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Moody."

"Hi, how are you, Scott!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Scott raised his head and saw Charlie flying down from the air on a broom.

And above the black fortress of Azkaban, there are two ferocious fire dragons flying under the clouds.

"Hello, Charlie."

Scott waved.

"Although it has not been made public, I have heard about the great things you have done."

Charlie landed and patted Scott on the shoulder affectionately.

"It's amazing, it's a pity you're not a Gryffindor."

Scott emphasized, "Ravenclaw is no worse than Gryffindor."

"Oh, of course." Charlie shrugged. "I didn't mean to belittle Ravenclaw."

He quickly changed the subject.

"Let's go, I'll take you in. Minister Burns led the Aurors to make arrangements in the dungeon."

With that said, he turned and walked towards the interior of the black fortress.

Scott followed behind him with Dumbledore and Moody.

They first climbed the black stone steps to enter the interior of the fort, and then entered the dark underground of the fort through the same stone steps. They saw Minister Burns in a stone room.

"Oh, here you are."

Ms. Burns rose to meet her.

"Is everything going well?" she asked concerned.

"all the best."

said Professor Moody loudly.

"Voldemort has been imprisoned in a different space isolated from the magic world, and he will never be able to escape! He is no different from death!"

His words echoed in the stone chamber.

Soon, Scott heard bursts of cheers coming through the stone wall.

Ms. Burns couldn't help laughing too.

"Nice job."

She spoke, then looked at Scott.

"Mr. Trollope, thank you for your contribution to this matter. After that, I will apply for the Order of Merlin First Class for you!"

Hearing her words, Dumbledore immediately said, "I promise I will vote for it."

At this time, several other people in the room looked at Scott.

Scott said politely to Ms. Burns, "Thank you, ma'am."

Ms. Burns smiled and said, "You're welcome, this is what you deserve."

Charlie patted Scott on the shoulder again, "This is really good news, congratulations, Scott."

"Just an application."

Scott reminded him that it was too early to congratulate.

"Oh, no problem." Charlie laughed, showing his conspicuous big white teeth, "Just wait until you become popular in the wizarding world."

The others laughed too.

"Hey, don't forget about business."

Professor Moody reminded.

"Yes."

Ms. Burns nodded and raised her voice.

"Are you all ready? This is the final battle!"

The celebratory sound outside the stone room stopped, followed by a sonorous and forceful answer, "Ready!"

Ms. Burns smiled with satisfaction.

"Come on, let's go out first."

She led the way out of the stone chamber through another door.

Scott and others followed behind her.

Outside the door is a circular corridor lit with many torches.

Surrounded by the circular corridor is a circular prison surrounded by thick iron bars.

Uniformed Aurors stood scattered in all directions of the corridor, facing the Panopticon.

"Put that gem in prison."

Ms. Burns said to Scott.

Scott nodded, took out the different space gem from his pocket, and threw it directly into the prison.

"Closed!"

Ms. Burns shouted her order again.

"Yes!"

With a distant answer, the sound of iron chains hinged above the panopticon.

On the outer layer of the iron grid, thick metal iron doors fell from above.

They are connected to each other and surround the panopticon with almost no gaps.

Bang!
The iron gate fell to the ground, completely enclosing the circular prison.

Ms. Burns turned to Scott again and said, "Now, let them out."

Scott nodded and began to perceive the situation in the different space.

At this time, about an hour had passed since Voldemort came out of the different space, and the Death Eaters who were locked inside could no longer sit still.

They all watched helplessly where Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange had left, as if waiting for some miracle.

Scott directly opened the space channel.

Looking at the space channel that suddenly appeared, the Death Eaters were first surprised, then ecstatic, and finally hesitant.

But after waiting for a while, among the group of Death Eaters who couldn't wait to leave the different space, none of them dared to stand up and leave through the different space.

Scott suddenly felt that the scene he perceived was a little funny.

He didn't give these people too much time to hesitate, but directly used his control over the different space to directly accelerate the collapse of this already scarred different space.

Click, click.

The clear and crisp sound resounded strangely, but cracks appeared in the air like glass shattering, and the group of Death Eaters finally rushed out from the somewhat unstable space channel.

But what greeted them was a dark prison.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

Standing outside the prison, through the heavy iron gate, Scott heard the sound of chanting the Illumination Charm.

"Damn!"

"This is where?"

"prison?"

"Don't care where it is, we just need to break through the obstacles in front of us!"

"Break it and we can get out!"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the curse colliding with the iron grid and the iron gate rang out non-stop.

At the same time, the surface of those black iron doors suddenly lit up with ancient runes representing toughness and stability.

"Welcome, Death Eaters!"

Ms. Burns exclaimed.

"Welcome to Azkaban!"

"I'm Amelia Bornes, Minister for Magic."

"Please put down your wand and surrender immediately!"

The prison was quiet for a while, and the sound of the curse attacking the iron bars and gates also stopped.

But soon, someone in the prison started yelling again.

"Don't be afraid! There are no more dementors in Azkaban!"

"This kind of thing can't trap us at all!"

"Kill it out!"

"Break this thing and we'll be free!"

(End of this chapter)