Chapter 1265 Harry Potter
After Grindelwald's Killing Curse, Harry struggled in a deep, silent darkness.
There was no light, no sound, only black tides rising and receding, and something slowly rising to the surface.
It was a chilling green light, and at the end of the green light, there was a warm white light.
Harry stumbled and ran over, but before he could even touch the white light, he suddenly fell into an endless abyss.
He suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly, like a drowning person surfacing.
The familiar ceiling of Blake's old bedroom came into view. He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't move his body at all.
"Harry!"
Sirius Black's face came into Harry's view.
His face looked haggard and anxious, with a full beard.
Harry's hand was gripped so tightly that he felt like his bones were about to break.
“Merlin…” Sirius’s voice was hoarse, “You’ve finally woken up… You’ve been asleep for three whole days.”
three days?
Harry struggled to turn his stiff neck, trying to process the information.
It was only a few minutes from when he fell into the abyss to when he opened his eyes, how could three days have passed?
Harry moved his gripped hand and felt his body slowly recovering, his mind unusually clear, and a lightness he had never felt before.
He remembered that the white light was not the end, but a door.
Before he even entered, he was dragged into an endless abyss.
There were no wands, no spells, only a fragment of his soul curled up inside his body.
It has Tom Riddle's face, but is even uglier, more mutilated, and filled with endless resentment and a mad desire to survive.
It screamed, it seduced, it tried to drag him into eternal darkness.
This time, Harry didn't run away.
He thought of the cold, dark walls of Malfoy Manor, the gruesome wound on Hagrid's arm, and all the lives shattered by Voldemort.
Anger, sadness, responsibility... all these complex emotions ultimately coalesced into a pure resolve.
He went to meet him, not as the boy who had survived, but as Harry Potter.
He fought against the fragments of his soul; the process was difficult, but he still won.
The price was that his body was almost unable to move, but the ever-present, bone-chilling coldness that haunted him finally disappeared.
Harry struggled to pull his hand away and touched the spot on his forehead that had once burned.
It's gone; the scar is gone.
A joyful smile spread across his face. He had succeeded; he had destroyed Voldemort's soul fragment.
"Foolish! Reckless! Arrogant!" Sirius's scolding voice pulled Harry back to reality.
Those gray eyes were bloodshot and filled with fear. "How dare you... how could you use that kind of spell without notifying us..."
Sirius's hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling too: "Dumbledore...you guys are insane!"
Harry listened quietly without offering any explanation.
He struggled to lift his other heavy hand and gently placed it over Sirius's clenched fist.
“I have to do this.” Harry’s voice was very soft, weak and barely audible.
But every word he said was exceptionally clear: "Sirius, as long as he's inside me... I'll never be whole, and he'll always have a way out. The Malfoys... and many more... have no real way out."
He paused, his gaze falling on the sunlight streaming in through the window, his eyes becoming deep and calm. "I saw it, inside my body. I fought with it, and I won."
He was describing a normal Quidditch training session, not a life-or-death battle taking place in the abyss.
Sirius Black swallowed all his fierce accusations.
He stared blankly at Harry's pale yet unusually calm face, at the bright light in those green eyes.
This young face was both so unfamiliar and so familiar.
Sirius's anger and fear vanished instantly, leaving behind a sharp sting and a sudden realization.
That look, calm yet containing immense determination and a sense of responsibility, was something he had last seen on James's face.
Not the James who rode a broomstick, laughing and playing pranks in seventh grade, but later, when they learned of Lily's pregnancy, when the shadow of war grew thicker, when James put away his playfulness, silently reinforced the house, practiced defensive spells, and said in the same calm and firm tone, "We must protect them."
This is a responsibility that belongs to men, not boys.
Sirius slowly loosened his clenched fist and slumped down on the chair by the bed.
He raised his hand and vigorously wiped his face, leaving some wetness between his fingers.
“You are just like your father…” His voice choked up.
His tone was a mixture of helplessness, pride, and deep heartache: "The same stubbornness, the same... fearlessness of death."
Sirius gently reached out and ruffled Harry's messy hair. "But just like before, it's impossible not to be on your side."
Harry felt his eyes welling up, and he gently took Sirius's hand.
Voldemort's soul fragments within his body have vanished, but the battle is far from over.
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New York, Woolworth Building, Auror office on the 43rd floor.
Scrimgeour and his Aurors were saying goodbye to Graves and Sam.
Three days ago, the German Ministry of Magic discovered an unidentified flying object that flew over Berlin in the blink of an eye.
Minister Thaddeus Berg quickly ordered a pursuit, but the enemy was too fast, and he had no choice but to notify neighboring Austria.
Upon receiving the news, the Austrian Ministry of Magic immediately dispatched two teams. They confirmed the unidentified flying object and its pilot, Vincent Wayne.
By the time reinforcements arrived, he had already left Nurmengard.
The Austrian Ministry of Magic was in a real bind. This young Dark Lord had previously infiltrated the Erskäger Wizarding Prison in Germany to rescue all the imprisoned elderly Sorcerers, and now he was coming to their place. If it weren't for Grindelwald, the international war criminal, still being in Neumungard, they would have gone completely mad.
Although the incident has occurred, it is not yet serious.
The wizard struck by the Stunning Curse was unharmed, so the Austrian Ministry of Magic chose to keep the news a secret.
Unfortunately, the truth could not be hidden forever. After a thorough investigation by the German Ministry of Magic, they obtained a blurry photograph from a Muggle who had witnessed the UFO.
They released the photos immediately, and this morning, the Austrian Ministry of Magic finally succumbed to the pressure and revealed the truth.
Upon hearing the news, Scrimgeour laughed loudly, his smile filled with the bitterness and helplessness of being tricked.
Starlight Men's Health Club, Shirley Manor, they're all utter rubbish!
They've all made their presence known in Europe, while I'm still stuck in America, on the other side of the ocean.
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