Chapter 307 Harry is struck by the Killing Curse
The thick smoke gradually formed a person.
Much like a grey ghost.
The ghostly figure stood up and looked towards the golden light.
He looked at Harry, "Hold on."
Hearing this, Harry instinctively gripped his wand tightly to keep the golden light flowing.
Voldemort stared at everything in front of him in amazement.
He recognized the man as an opponent he had just killed in Albania.
Then another scream of pain came from his wand.
Another human head made of thick smoke emerged from the tip of the staff, followed by arms and a body.
The image of an old man gradually became clear.
Voldemort tried to remain calm.
He guessed that this was a magic similar to the flashback spell.
These were all people he had killed before with this wand.
He exerted force again, trying to cut the golden thread connecting the two wands.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
Another figure emerged from his wand.
At the same time, a sharp pain surged in Voldemort's mind.
He couldn't help but let out a scream.
As if he had telepathy, he looked viciously in the direction of Nagini with his scarlet eyes.
But the golden light net blocked his sight and he could not see anything.
Voldemort suddenly made an unexpected move and loosened his wand.
The black robe instantly turned into a ball of black mist, enveloping his body, breaking through the golden light net, and rushing straight towards Draco.
Draco was also shocked when he saw Voldemort suddenly appear in front of him.
He instinctively raised his wand and prepared to attack.
However, an invisible force pressed down on him from above, making him unable to move.
Then he felt as if he was slapped away by an invisible big hand.
The body rolled on the ground like a rolling gourd.
Voldemort drew another wand from within his dark, misty cloak.
It was the wand of the man he had killed earlier.
He hadn't had time to throw it away, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this critical moment.
"Soul tremor!" Voldemort roared.
The tip of his wand formed a huge black vortex, imprisoning countless vengeful spirits.
They surged towards Draco.
The cries of these vengeful spirits are shrill and sharp, accompanied by a strange wave that seems to be able to tear apart a person's soul.
Draco waved his wand hastily, trying to use the Armor Protection Charm to ward off the invasion of these evil spirits.
But these evil spirits turned a blind eye and easily passed through the silver-white barrier and surrounded him.
Draco's body curled up involuntarily, and his muscles twitched violently.
It was as if countless tiny needles were moving beneath his skin, pricking every nerve in his body.
His forehead was covered with sweat, his facial muscles were twisted, and his expression was filled with extreme pain.
He groaned in pain from deep in his throat.
But his eyes became increasingly empty, as if his soul was separating from the pain in his body.
There was a cruel gleam in Voldemort's eyes, and he raised his wand and pointed it at Draco.
"Avada Kedavra!"
At the same time, the golden light net gradually dissipated, and Harry rushed out of it.
He saw Voldemort suspended in mid-air, red eyes glowing in the darkness, lips twisted into a hideous smile.
The wand was pointed directly at Draco, who was struggling on the ground in pain.
Harry's mind went blank, but his body moved instinctively.
He rushed towards Draco desperately.
A green light streaked across the night sky and hit Harry as he flew towards Draco.
Harry fell face down on top of Draco.
Gradually Harry's consciousness returned.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it seemed to have stayed still.
He moved his body and there was silence all around him.
Is he dead?
He saw the green light.
He tried to open his eyes and found that he could still see.
He lay in a bright mist, but it was unlike any he had ever seen before.
It is not that the surrounding scenery is shrouded in fog, but that the fog has not yet formed any scenery.
The ground where he lay seemed white, neither hot nor cold.
Just a presence, something flat and empty.
Harry sat up, seemingly unhurt.
He touched his face and his glasses were gone.
There is no Draco here, and there is no Voldemort.
It seems that he is really dead.
In this unformed nothingness, Harry suddenly caught a faint sound.
The sound seemed to be made by something flapping, swinging and struggling.
The voice was both compassionate and a little weird.
It made Harry feel strangely uncomfortable.
Only then did he realize that he was naked and felt a little embarrassed.
It would be nice if I had clothes to wear.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, a robe appeared in his sight.
He walked over, picked up the robe and put it on. The robe was soft, clean and wrapped warmly around his body.
It's magical, it just appeared.
There was total silence all around, with only the strange crashing sounds and faint whimpering coming faintly from the nearby mist...
Harry stood still and turned slowly, the surrounding scenery seemed to gradually appear before his eyes.
He looked around and saw that there was more to see.
This is a spacious, bright and spotless hall.
Above it was a clear glass dome, larger than the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
The hall was empty, and his eyes finally fell on something.
It was a naked child, curled up on the ground, his skin was red, swollen and rough, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.
The child was lying under the seat, shivering, as if he had been abandoned, and was struggling to breathe.
Harry felt a surge of fear; the thing was weak and injured.
But he instinctively didn't want to get close.
That thing made him feel naturally disgusted.
However, he still moved slowly over, ready to withdraw at any time.
Soon he was close enough to touch it.
"You can't help it." A voice suddenly sounded.
Harry turned sharply to see Albus Dumbledore coming towards him.
He stood straight, walked lightly, and wore a flowing dark blue robe.
"Harry." Dumbledore opened his arms and hugged him gently.
"You're a fine boy, and a brave man. Let's go."
Dumbledore strode away from the red-skinned child lying on the ground crying.
Harry followed him in a daze.
Dumbledore led the way to two chairs that stood apart beneath the high, shining roof.
Harry had not noticed their existence before.
Dumbledore sat down in a chair.
Harry sat on the other one and stared blankly at the old headmaster.
