Chapter 318 King’s Cross Station (end of text)

Dracula, Dumbledore and Grindelwald walked out of the Hog's Head pub and onto the streets of Hogsmeade.

In the distance, a dense flow of people has appeared at the end of Hogsmeade Village. At this time, it has submerged the railway tracks of Hogsmeade Station, moving like a zombie to the east in the direction of Hogwarts.

Not only that, the originally clear sky seemed to have been filled with dark clouds, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Endless negative emotions fell from the sky, wiping out the smiles on everyone's faces.

"Look, who just said that Voldemort has been eliminated?" Aberforth said in a sinister tone, "The number of Inferi and Dementors this time is far greater than any previous time. , is it possible that a Dark Lord more powerful than Voldemort could suddenly appear somewhere?"

"It's impossible to tell." Dracula smiled enthusiastically and turned to look at Dumbledore: "How do you say, Albus, how do the Inferi and Dementors divide their duties?"

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts Castle to the east with a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

"It seems like we don't need to take action over there anymore, right?"

Dracula and Grindelwald also looked beyond the uneven roofs of Hogsmeade and towards the tall main tower of Hogwarts.

Originally under the influence of the Dementors, in the dark sky, a faint beam of silver light penetrated the dense group of Dementors, dispelling a circle of negative emotions of fear and sadness.

Immediately afterwards, two more beams of silver light came out.

There were more and more silver lights, gradually converging into a torrent as bright as the Milky Way.

A bright stag rushed at the head of the torrent, followed by an otter and a Jack Russell terrier, then a horse, a hare, a swan, foxes, boars, Cats and other various animals are running in the torrent...

In addition to these tangible patron saints, there are countless semi-solid and semi-illusory silver lights and endless silver mist accompanying them.

Facing such a large number of dementors, a single patron saint may seem powerless.

But when half of the students in the castle have learned the Patronus Charm, the Patronus's power will be comparable to that of the Dementors.

"Unconsciously, the children have grown up, and it's time to be independent." Dumbledore looked at the silver torrent, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with emotion.

"Sometimes I really think they are still freshmen. Each one is more naughty than the other. Minerva has been nagging me all day long to manage them well..."

"Why do you suddenly start to miss the past?" Grindelwald interrupted him with a smile, "Then I would like to talk to you about how I spent the fifty years in the tower."

Seeing that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were about to reminisce about the past, and Dracula looked interested and ready to listen to the story, Aberforth next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's going on with you three?" Aberforth said impatiently, "The Inferi and Dementors are here, and you three don't want to solve the problem. Instead, you miss the past here? This is to make you miss the past. It’s time!”

Dumbledore woke up as if from a dream, and seemed to remember business.

"As I get older, I always like to recall things from the past." He shook his head in shame and said softly, "Don't worry, Aberforth, this matter will be resolved soon."

Then, Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald, hesitated, and handed over the Resurrection Stone ring on his finger.

Grindelwald looked at the ring handed over by Dumbledore, his expression blank for a moment.

"Gellert, take the Resurrection Stone first, and the Inferi will be handed over to you." Seeing that Grindelwald didn't move, Dumbledore reminded him, "I remember you were good at necromancy. "

"Well... I used necromancy to resurrect a little unicorn, and you destroyed it with Newt." Grindelwald came back to his senses, gently took the ring, and casually responded, "No problem , just some low-level Inferi."

"Professor Dracula..." Dumbledore turned to look at Dracula again.

"Go and deal with what you need to do." Dracula nodded, "I will watch from the dark, don't worry."

Dumbledore finally relaxed and raised his arms to his side.

A fiery red phoenix landed on his arm, turning Dumbledore into a golden red fire and dissipating on the spot.

Grindelwald watched Dumbledore leave, holding the Resurrection Stone ring tightly in his hand.

Then he chuckled softly, turned around, and faced the group of Inferi that had entered Hogsmeade and caused a commotion.

Now, Aberforth and Dracula were the only two people left in front of the Pig Head Bar.

"Why do they both have missions, but you don't?" Aberforth looked at Dracula who was still staying in place and asked doubtfully.

"Who said that?" Dracula glanced at him, "My mission is the most important, do you understand?"

"So what is your mission?" Aberforth asked.

"My mission..." Dracula laughed happily, turned around and walked back to the Pig's Head Bar, "First have a glass of the best drink you have here to lighten your mood!"

Aberforth: "..."

…

When Dumbledore arrived at Hogwarts Castle, the dementors in the sky had been driven away.

A figure was standing at the door leading to the Great Hall of Hogwarts, pacing back and forth anxiously.

"Tom? If you don't go to Minerva's office, what are you doing here?" Dumbledore saw this figure and asked with some surprise, "You are not here to compete with Severus for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Of?"

"That's true, but aren't there a large number of dementors invading?" Riddle's face looked very worried. "I think this dementor invasion is no accident. There must be someone behind it secretly causing trouble."

"I feel it is necessary to demonstrate my ability through this matter in front of you and Principal Minerva - in order to investigate the person behind the dementors, I searched carefully near the castle and finally found a suspicious trace!"

"Have you found the suspicious person?" Dumbledore's face became serious, "Where is he!"

"When I discovered it just now, it was deep in the Forbidden Forest." Riddle said solemnly, "But even though I absorbed Voldemort's soul fragments, I haven't digested them completely. My strength is still one step away from the great wizard..."

"Therefore, I'm not sure I can deal with that suspicious person alone. I have to come here and wait for you and Professor Dracula to come over!"

"Tom, you did a great job on this matter!" Dumbledore said seriously, "Wait for me here for a while. I will explain this matter to Minerva, and then I will go find the suspicious person with you. trace."

After that, Dumbledore was about to walk towards the marble stairs leading to the second floor next to the entrance courtyard, when Riddle stopped him again from behind.

"Principal, is Professor Dracula nearby?" Riddle asked, "Should we wait for him to go together? It would be safer..."

"Professor Dracula has his own affairs, and there is no time to return to Hogwarts now." Dumbledore shook his head, "Don't worry, with the two of us together, most situations are enough to handle. There is no need to trouble Dracula." Professor Gula.”

Riddle nodded slightly.

"I know," he said.

…

A few minutes later, Dumbledore hurried down from upstairs and went straight to Riddle.

"Are you ready, Tom?" he asked softly.

"I'm ready, Principal Dumbledore." Riddle nodded.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Dumbledore seemed to have changed his temperament in just a few minutes. The mysterious and vicissitudes of his temperament seemed to have disappeared, and instead he became... as if he was much younger.

‘Perhaps I feel a lot more relaxed after explaining school matters to Professor McGonagall. ’ That’s all he could think.

Then, Riddle led the way, and Dumbledore followed him quietly, and together they walked into a gloomy cypress tree deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"This is it, Mr. Principal." Riddle pointed to a dark symbol carved on the cypress tree in front of him and said slowly, "Look at that rune symbol, isn't it strange..."

Dumbledore frowned, walked towards the thick cypress tree in front of him, and looked at the group of black runic characters that seemed to be beating constantly.

"This is……"

His eyes seemed to be sucked in by this group of runic characters, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

At the same moment, Dumbledore did not see that Riddle behind him suddenly raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light penetrated the darkness of the Forbidden Forest and struck Dumbledore squarely in the back of the heart...

The old man's figure was like a big doll. He fell weakly and heavily to the ground covered with pine leaves. The glasses on his face broke in half. His eyes were wide open. It seemed that he could not imagine that the attack would come from him. behind.

Riddle gasped violently and looked at the fallen old principal, unable to believe that he had succeeded so easily.

I don't know why, although he achieved his goal, he had the illusion that something had left him...

"Tom, you are really obsessed with this."

In the silent Forbidden Forest, a voice suddenly broke the silent air.

Riddle suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible! You are not..."

"Tom, do you really think you're hiding well?" The silver-haired Dumbledore walked out of the dark side of the Forbidden Forest and said with a heavy expression.

The phoenix Fox stood on his shoulder, combing its golden and red feathers happily.

"When Professor Dracula told me that you learned to repent, I realized that you had gone back to your old ways." Dumbledore looked deeply into Riddle's eyes, "The Tom Lee I know well Del may change his stance, but he will never repent for what he has done..."

"Not to mention, many of the things Voldemort did seem to you not to have been done by you at all...Why do you want to repent for him?"

"At that time, Professor Dracula already understood that you were able to piece your soul together obviously with the help of the power of the God of Death. The price may be to sacrifice some of the soul fragments to the God of Death after the completion."

Riddle's penis was contracting violently, and it was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the shock.

He looked in disbelief at Dumbledore, who had been hit by the killing curse and fell to the ground. He saw that the old face twitched a few times, the wrinkled skin gradually became smooth, and the white hair turned black. , disheveled, and a lightning-shaped scar appeared on his forehead...

"Harry Potter?!" Riddle watched in horror as Dumbledore's face turned into Harry, unable to believe his eyes, "How is this possible..."

Then he suddenly turned his head and asked Dumbledore: "Did you feed Harry Polyjuice Potion?"

"Is this your responsibility as the Headmaster of Hogwarts? Let your students resist the killing curse for you!"

"Tom, haven't you realized?" Dumbledore said calmly, "After Voldemort cast the killing curse on Harry seventeen years ago, he accidentally left a piece of his soul in Harry's body, haha Lee also turned into a special Horcrux at that time..."

"Ha, I know!" Riddle showed a sarcastic smile, "Because of this, in order to kill me, you have to let your students be buried with me, right? The great wizard who protects the magic world is indeed well-deserved! "

"You're overthinking it, Tom, Harry will be fine," Dumbledore said softly.

"He was hit by a killing curse from me, and you told me he would be fine?!" Riddle sneered.

"I don't have to lie to you." Dumbledore shook his head.

…

At this moment, Harry stood up in a silent space.

It was a huge circular glass roof, shining in the sunlight high above his head; everything was quiet, except for a strange crashing and whimpering sound coming from the nearby mist...

Harry stood there and turned slowly, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be transformed in front of his eyes.

A vast space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, with the clear glass dome above it. The hall was empty, he was the only one, except——

He saw the thing that made the strange noise.

The thing was shaped like a naked child, curled up on the ground. The red skin was very rough, and it looked like it had been peeled off. It was lying shivering under a seat, and was stuffed there indiscriminately. Struggling to breathe.

Harry felt a little scared and took two steps back.

Although that thing is petite and frail, a familiar, evil and terrifying aura comes from its body from time to time...

"You came at the wrong time."

A voice suddenly sounded in the silent space.

Harry turned around suddenly and saw the silver-haired Professor Dracula walking towards him, with brisk steps and an interesting look on his face.

"Professor Dracula?" Harry asked in surprise, "Where am I...and why do you say I came at the wrong time?"

"Because I just cheated a nice bottle of red wine from a miser, and it turns out that you were hit by the killing curse at this time." Dracula moved a chair from nowhere and sat down, saying to Ha Lee gestured, "Sit."

"Yes, I seem to have been hit by Tom's death curse..." Harry said with a complex expression, "When Dumbledore told me that he wanted me to cooperate with him to do something, I thought he was joking."

Then, Harry's eyes suddenly widened.

"So, Professor, you are also dead?" he asked in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Dracula glanced at him, "I wish I could die, but I simply can't. It's a pity..."

"But... then why are you here? Isn't this heaven?" Harry asked.

"Heaven?" Dracula curled his lips, "I feel like the place I went to before was like hell... Well, to be precise, this place should be called the Lost Realm, which is the narrow space between life and death."

"Lost?" Harry looked around confusedly.

"That's right, Lost Realm." Dracula nodded, "Riddle's body contains your blood and absorbed a small part of the curse your mother left behind when she died for you. At that time, Voldemort was building this... I believe this will make him fearless of that powerful guardian magic..."

"However, in fact, this will only form a cycle between you, and no one can kill the other."

"Riddle inherited the body created by Voldemort, so he is also trapped in this cycle - he cannot really kill you, he will only drive your soul into the narrow space between life and death."

"But... I always feel like this is King's Cross Station," Harry said. "But it's much cleaner and emptier, and I can't see the train."

"King's Cross Station?" Dracula looked around with interest, and then nodded affirmatively, "Yes, everyone sees different things when they come here. Maybe in your impression, King's Cross Station is exactly the same. I left a deep impression on you.”

"After all, that station can be regarded as the gateway that leads you to the real world of magic, right?"

Harry nodded slightly.

"So, Professor, how did you get here?" he asked, "Are you also under the Death Curse?"

"That's not true." Dracula shrugged, "I gathered three Deathly Hallows, defeated the previous God of Death, and became the current one."

Harry's eyes widened, dumbfounded.

"You...you're not kidding?" he asked stammering.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Dracula asked with a chuckle, "If you hadn't come to this place, I definitely wouldn't have told you about this."

Harry suddenly became excited.

"I can't believe that the legendary God of Death has become my professor!" He shouted excitedly, "Then even if another Voldemort appears, do I not have to worry?"

"I'm the God of Death now, and you're not afraid of me?" Dracula asked in surprise.

"Why should I be afraid of you, Professor?" Harry said with a smile, "You are the most popular Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

Dracula was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

"Yeah, you're right." He chuckled, feeling extremely good.

"Professor, tell me, what does it feel like to be the God of Death?" Harry curiously walked next to Dracula and asked, "It must be very powerful."

"I don't feel much, it's not much different from before." Dracula sighed and said depressedly, "I thought it would be fun to be the god of death, but I was so disappointed..."

"Besides, as a vampire, I might be able to find a chance to die if I look carefully, but now that I have become the God of Death, I can't die at all!"

"I can't imagine how boring I will be in the next few years..."

Dracula slumped in his chair, suddenly feeling that his future was gloomy.

Looking at this scene, Harry wanted to laugh a little, but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only purse his lips tightly and his face turned red from suppressing it.

"Forget it. The more I talk, the more depressed I am. I won't talk to you anymore." Dracula stood up from the chair with a straight face and snapped his fingers.

Harry saw that the strange thing under the chair was instantly burned to ashes.

"The fragment of Voldemort's soul in your body has been eliminated." Dracula clapped his hands as if he had killed a mosquito. "You can go back now, but don't stay in the Lost Realm for too long."

"But...how do I go back?" Harry asked.

"Well, let me think about it..." Dracula thought and said softly, "Since you said we are at King's Cross station, I think you could... for example... board a train?"

Harry turned his head and saw a train that seemed to appear in the fog nearby, exactly like the Hogwarts Express.

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Harry woke up and fell face down on the ground, the smell of the Forbidden Forest hitting his nostrils.

He felt the cold, hard earth and many thick pine needles under his cheeks, and felt the corners of his glasses that were knocked off when he landed on the ground pricking his temples. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt, and the place where the Killing Curse hit felt like being hit by an iron fist.

He struggled to move, barely getting up half of his body from the ground, and saw two people confronting each other in Momohuhudi.

"Harry, are you back?" Dumbledore's voice reached Harry's ears.

The glasses on his face were suddenly repaired by a silent repair spell. Harry put on the glasses and saw Dumbledore's kind smile and Riddle's stunned face.

"Why...why didn't you die when you were hit by the Death Curse?" Riddle asked in shock, "This is not fair. Last time you had your mother's guardian magic, what's the reason for this time!"

"It's not important." Dumbledore said softly, "Tom, it's over. You have to admit that you have no chance of becoming the next Dark Lord."

"No! This is not over yet!" Riddle yelled unconvinced, "One thing I haven't told anyone is that I have already reached the magical power of a great wizard after absorbing Voldemort's soul. I am definitely better than you now. Stronger!"

"What if you add me?" Another gray-haired old man appeared in the Forbidden Forest and stood side by side with Dumbledore.

With the help of the Resurrection Stone, it wouldn't take him much time to deal with those Inferi.

"Grindelwald." Riddle's face darkened, "Do you think two great wizards can stop me? At worst, I will only leave two soul fragments, and the other souls will be sacrificed to the God of Death... He will be very willing to borrow Give me strength!"

"Pfft——"

A harsh laugh reached Riddle's ears.

He turned his head and saw Harry covering his mouth, trying very hard to hold back his laughter.

"Why are you laughing?!" Riddle asked angrily.

Harry waved his hands quickly, but his body was still trembling, obviously unable to stop laughing.

He looked back at Dumbledore and Grindelwald again, only to find that both of them also had teasing smiles on their faces.

"How dare you laugh at me?" Riddle growled bitterly, "I think you don't understand how powerful the God of Death is!"

"Then go and borrow it quickly, we will be waiting for you here." Grindelwald sneered maliciously.

"Wait!" Riddle said gloomily.

Dark flames filled his eyes, trying to connect with the realm of death.

However, the next moment, the black flames in his eyes went out with a "swish".

Riddle was stunned. He tried to connect again without belief, but this time the black flames didn't even burn.

"So, are you unable to borrow power?" Grindelwald sneered, "If you don't think about improving your own strength and always rely on external things, people like you will suffer sooner or later."

Dumbledore took two steps forward and sighed.

"It's over, Tom." He raised his wand.

…

Without the power of Death, how could Riddle be a well-prepared opponent for Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

He didn't even struggle for a few minutes before he was tied to the thick trunk of a cypress tree by Dumbledore's Transfiguration.

Dumbledore pinched his wand and looked deeply at Riddle in front of him, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Albus, you have been a good guy for too long, maybe you have forgotten how to kill people?" Grindelwald smiled wildly and patted Dumbledore on the shoulder, "Leave this matter to me. .”

He suddenly raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

…

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