Chapter 838 Soul Seizing

"Hmm." Hearing this, Harry suddenly felt relieved.

It turns out that you don't need to kill Voldemort yourself, you just need to let the prophecy activate.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had the title of savior, he was actually just an underage student. Killing people was really not suitable for him.

"So, how to do it?" Harry asked doubtfully, "How to activate the prophecy?"

Mr. Bathory coughed dryly to lubricate his burning throat, and then said, "It's very simple. All you need to do is go to the Neon Country."

Harry was confused, "Huh? But I still have to go to school..."

"Um, maybe I didn't express myself clearly?" Mr. Bathory felt that the savior in front of him didn't have a good memory, but he didn't say anything and just repeated it again, "In short, we hope that you can... Participate in overseas exchange and study activities, and set the exchange partner in Neon."

"Overseas exchange and study activities?" Harry felt something familiar, but he forgot when he heard this word. Of course, he had forgotten that he had refused this matter just a few minutes ago.

Because he was completely preoccupied with being able to kill Voldemort!

He and Voldemort were not as simple as opponents in the prophecy. You know, Voldemort killed his parents because he heard the slightest bit of the prophecy, so they actually had a life-or-death relationship.

"If you can kill Voldemort," Harry thought, "then your parents can be avenged?"

"...Mr. Potter?" Mr. Bathory was startled. He felt that there was something weird about the savior just now. Could it be...

Could it be that he realized that he was deliberately seducing him?

Mr. Bathory shivered and couldn't help but touch something in his pocket to cheer himself up.

This savior is only in fifth grade this year. He may not even be able to feel the magic power fluctuations, let alone be able to detect the magic power fluctuations of alchemy products.

Of course, he is the savior after all, so he might be a little different from ordinary people...

It's very strange that both parties are trapped in their own thoughts. To outsiders, they look like two people in a silent movie.

The woman who lived next door happened to raise her head and saw this scene. She was curious and surprised and asked, "Isn't that the Dursley boy?"

When her husband heard what she said, he raised his head and glanced doubtfully, "Well, that seems to be true, but who is that guy outside the fence?"

"He doesn't look like a good person," the woman said, "I heard that this boy is staying at the Dursleys' house. Could it be that he is someone he knew before he came here?"

When the husband heard this, he felt that what she said made sense, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "I heard that there is not much peace recently. Maybe you are here for the Dursley family's property?"

"What property does the Dursley family have?" the woman asked curiously.

The husband said, "You don't know? Vernon bought a villa in the city, but they did not move there, but continued to live here..."

"Really, if you don't live in a new house even though you have a new house, there is indeed something wrong with this family." As she said that, the woman showed a shocked expression, "She doesn't want to buy the yard that I managed to take care of, does she?"

The husband looked confused, "Wha, what?"

"My yard!" The woman pointed to the lawn outside the door. The crooked lawn looked as if it had been ravaged by a lawnmower. "I worked so hard to mow the lawn, and I also want to participate in the most prestigious suburban competition in England." Best Private Lawn Award!”

The husband looked at his own lawn, then at the Dursley's house, and said very against his will, "Well, in that case, we must not fall into their trap. But then again, weren't you baking honey cake just now? ?”

"Ah!" the woman screamed and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to check her afternoon tea desserts.

The husband shrugged and looked in the direction of the Dursley's house. The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong with the man standing outside the fence.

He seemed to be inducing the Dursley boys to come closer to him.

Originally, he was not prepared to meddle in other people's business, but then he thought about the recent rumors of child abduction and trafficking in the streets nearby...

Gritting his teeth, he leaned forward and shouted, "Hey! Dursley boy! Do you need help?"

Awakened by his voice, Harry came back to his senses. The skin on the back of his neck was burning with pain. Only then did he realize belatedly that he seemed to have been standing here for a long time.

Turning to look to the side, it turned out to be Mr. Shanlu, the neighbor.

Harry waved at him to indicate that he was fine, then turned to look at Mr. Bathory, "I'll go to Neon, thank you for the news."

Mr. Bathory breathed a sigh of relief and put on his hat again, "In that case, I'll take my leave."

What Mr. Bathory, who left in a hurry, didn't know was that his actions made Mr. Shanru more suspicious of him.

Harry turned around in a daze, and Mr. Shanru's voice sounded again, "Boy, there are rumors recently that there are often traffickers near Privet Drive. I think there was something wrong with your expression just now."

"What?" Harry raised his head and looked at this unfamiliar neighbor with some doubts. The other person's concerned expression did not seem to be fake, and Harry immediately knew that what the other person said was true.

So, he asked in a panic, "I mean, what's wrong?"

"How should I put it? It's like, you will believe whatever the other party says. You know, the kind that is easy to deceive." Mr. Shanru pinched his chin and vaguely expressed his feelings, "Well , in short, that guy is not a good person."

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched. He thought that his eyes were empty just now, that he had been cast under the Imperius Curse or something else. But you tell me that I look like someone who is easy to deceive?

Just as I was about to say goodbye to this strange neighbor, I heard him continue, "I heard that some people are now making psychedelic drugs into perfume and spraying it on clothes. As long as you get close and smell the smell, your brain will fall into a coma. , it’s possible for the other party to do whatever they want.”

Harry thought, this does sound a bit like the Imperius Curse. Hmm, maybe a Confusion Curse?

"...Speaking of which, your expression just now is really similar." Mr. Shanru's expression was sharp. "The eyes are empty... It's a bit like the expression that someone has taken away your soul..."

Hearing this, Harry immediately became alert. How could it be possible? He was just a little dazed just now...

"...Anyway, I will tell the police what that guy looks like. Dursley boy, you have to be careful yourself. The guy might come looking for you again. If you get lost, Vernon and Penny will be sad."