Chapter 507 Two Transcendents to Be Born

("I can only say that Krum is right." Basil did not answer directly, "Sometimes knowing too much will restrict your actions.")

("Harry is a good guy, and Voldemort is a bad guy?" Hermione reacted instantly.)

(That is to say, if Harry had not been curious and listened to Snape's nonsense, and directly killed Voldemort in this world according to the stereotype, the world crisis that Basil said would have been eliminated directly?)

("What?" Harry was speechless.)

(The incarnation of him is equivalent to himself.)

(He probably understood his own thoughts. Since there is no bloodshed in the struggle in this world, he chose to wait and deal with the conflict when it breaks out, so as not to hurt innocent people.)

(‘When did I become so nagging?’)

(‘Is it because of the increase in power?’)

(Harry was a little speechless, and he was a little awed by Basil’s power to travel through the universe.)

(Because he and his incarnation were in a very close relationship across a world, and he also mastered the [Dream Walking Technique], he could not pass any information to the incarnation in that world.)

(He could only let the incarnation over there self-destruct, and then reborn in his small universe with the information.)

(But Basil could live broadcast and copy the picture on the sky, just like a god behind the scenes.)

Just as Harry thought, the incarnation Harry chose to temporarily play bad and go shopping.

He abandoned all his worries and devoted himself to the journey to another world.

When his attention was diverted from the wanted order, everything around him made him feel familiar and novel.

A low and soft humming sound came from a dark shop. It was Eeyore Owl Shop, but the owls inside were skinny, with soul fire burning in their eye sockets, without the slightest breath of life.

The magical animals in the Magical Creatures Shop were slightly better, but they looked more like fur-covered and cotton-stuffed dolls with a braking spell, with lifeless eyes, which was extremely creepy.

The pedestrians on the road also had pale skin, no breathing, and no heartbeat.

The magic props sold were mostly bone tools, making people feel as if they were in Knockturn Alley.

The windows of the drugstores passed by were full of bones of various creatures, fur that had been nitrated, shrunken eyeballs, and nerve tissue.

A fat woman stood outside the drugstore. When he passed by, she shook her head and said, "Dragon bones, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they are crazy."

The place where Ms. Primpernell's beauty pharmacy was originally turned into a boutique wizard guard store.

But the ones displayed in the window were not Dementors, but humans who looked more like living people than the pedestrians on the road, with blood and dressed up in fancy clothes.

Harry stopped for a long time before he realized that the essence under the gorgeous appearance was the same as that of Dementors.

Several bald wizards pointed at the "humans" in the window with adult smiles.

One of them couldn't stop looking at the male doll, "Compared to Barbie, I still prefer Ken."

The people around him cast approving glances.

Realizing that these raw materials had nothing to do with humans, Harry, who had just put down his killing intent, hurried into Flourish and Blotts as if he had eaten a fly.

"Learn the Killing Curse and Painlessly Awaken Your Child's Magic"

"Negatives Make Positives, and the Way to Healing Lies in It"

"One Hundred Tips for Murdering Your Human Relatives"

"Escape from Hell and Resurrect for the Third Life!"

"Dead Spirit Dispelling Manual"

"Recommended Death Methods and Talent Illustrations"

Copy into double x n!

As Harry passed by the bookshelf, he used the Permanent Copying Spell to copy a large number of books in the small universe in his body.

The successful freeloading made him feel much better when he walked out of the bookstore.

"Is this Gringotts?" said a foreign tourist.

Harry looked along and saw a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops.

The goblin standing in front of the shiny bronze gate was not as short as Harry had imagined, but was tall and strong.

It gave people a sense of déjà vu that he could smash Draco's head with one punch.

Harry was not too surprised. In this world, vampires, centaurs, goblins, giants and other alien species were created for white wizards and re-modulated for wizard killers who were immune to magic.

Therefore, physical ability is more important than magical ability.

Vampires are as fast as lightning.

Centaurs are natural sharpshooters.

Giants are extremely powerful.

Goblins are invulnerable to swords and guns.

But in contrast, their magical abilities are much weaker than Harry had expected.

While thinking this, Harry's perception spread out and spread towards the ground, asking me to check if the golden cup was there.

Location, Little Hangleton.

Riddle House.

In the courtyard, in a huge stone crucible that could accommodate an adult, a small golden cup with delicate ear handles floated in the dark purple liquid.

Along with the crackling of the flames under the crucible, a timid voice sounded.

"Master, if you really want it, it's your Horcrux."

"You want my Horcrux." The noseless snake-faced man with bald skin shining with pearl luster narrowed his scarlet snake eyes, and his slender fingers stroked the ring on his right ring finger, "I must first become a transcendent than Harry Potter. To get rid of the cycle of life and death, the Horcrux has become a burden."

If Harry could see this scene, he would probably only be briefly surprised.

Voldemort was originally a guy who pursued originality in all aspects.

Before he knew that his father was a Muggle, he wanted to give himself a unique name because the name was common.

In today's magical society where everyone has a Horcrux, he would naturally feel disgusted that he also relied on a Horcrux.

And the Horcrux in this world is just an anchor that stabilizes the soul in reality. Although it can bring immortality to a certain extent, it must be carried with you.

Wizards are alien creatures of nature.

The wizard who created the Horcrux is a foreign body among foreign bodies.

If multiple wizards gather together and no wizard guards, the gap between life and death will come.

The wizard who created the Horcrux and whose Horcrux is not around will be hunted by the undead, and even the wizard guards cannot cover it up.

If the body is destroyed and the incomplete soul is exposed and there is no time to recover the soul fragments in the Horcrux, it will fall into the narrow gap between life and death and become a new undead spirit.

In this case, the Horcrux is more like the original body.

The immortality of a ghoul was naturally disdainful to Voldemort when he had better options.

"Transcender?" the ratty man asked.

Voldemort snorted coldly, and he could hear the yearning in it, "How dare you think so? Only the chosen ones like me and Harry Potter can peek into this realm."

"I'm so envious, Harry Potter."

"First, I was lucky enough to be chosen by the White Wizard's curse."

"Successfully transformed by killing blood relatives shortly after birth."

"And was showered with love by the most powerful magical energy."

"In the end, he was brave enough to commit the taboo of killing and once again became the wizard killer that everyone shouted to beat."

"I'm not even close."

"Just an unlucky and lucky white wizard."

"Fortunately, he killed his mother at birth, became half a wizard killer, gained the ability to disguise himself, and escaped the bad luck of entering Azkaban."

"Unfortunately, while inheriting the ability to disguise, I also inherited a half-hearted instinct to kill wizards - I can't control myself, and it even affects my learning of magic."

"It took a lot of hard work, many magical transformations like tearing bones and skins, and splitting the soul many times before the essence of the white wizard was removed, the brain became clear, and he became a real dark wizard."

"But fate always favors me."

"The traces of the birth of another true wizard killer were discovered by me. I personally witnessed his transformation process and shared the love that came from his mother."

"Although the body disintegrated, the soul was even worse than the humblest ghost because of the creation of 7 Horcruxes. Even the undead looked down on it and disdained to pursue him."

"But I finally found the key to transcending the cycle of life and death."

"Don't be afraid of the pursuit of the dead, don't give up your desires, live like a saint, just to one day break out of the land of the dead and become a living being."

“Only black that can be dyed white is truly black.”

"Only those who master the essence of black and white wizards at the same time and build the spiral of life and death can become transcendents."

"so."

In the stone crucible, the golden cup had lost its luster, as if it were cast from black iron.

Among them, the ghost of a gray-haired man raised his head and said, "Don't—"

"Come back, White Wizard me."

The black stone inlaid on the ring on Voldemort's ring finger flashed with a hint of gold.

The soul shadow let out a shrill scream, turned into flying ash, and disappeared into Voldemort's body.

"Forehead--"

Voldemort's two arms were pressed against the edge of the hot crucible, his face was distorted, and some hair appeared on the smooth top of his skull.

When he raised his head again, his vertical pupils turned into ovals.

Still no nose, but it has a slight bump.

"Next."

Voldemort gasped.

The rat-faced man threw another rusty crown into the cauldron.

"There are no Horcruxes." Harry withdrew his perception.

Is it possible that this Voldemort didn't use the relics of the Big Four to create Horcruxes?

That's right, all the Horcruxes in this world should be carried with you.

So most of them are earrings, necklaces, bracelets and other accessories. Only a few choose wands in order to maximize the power of magic.

The diary, crown, ring, locket, Nagini, and gold cup only contain the ring and the locket for easy carrying.

In this world, Harry Bai should not be a Horcrux either.

——

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry Bai felt his body being pushed.

"What's wrong?"

Harry Bai struggled to get up, and what he saw was Ron's big face and Hermione's dark face.

"You're having a nightmare." Ron said worriedly.

"You keep repeating 'I don't want to' and 'Don't force me'." Black Hermione's eyes were also full of worry, "You are dreaming about that day again."

"That day." Harry Bai lowered his crimson eyes.

——

"Harry, have you ever thought about the possibility that the Kingdom of the Dead itself is a huge chaotic life form?"

"The Deathly Hallows in Beedle the Bard really exist."

"The Resurrection Stone has disappeared. Someone came one step ahead of us! This trace. The ring! This is the reason why Voldemort is still alive and well after his second death! That ring is not his Horcrux at all, it is the Deathly Hallows! "

"His soul. He must have created multiple Horcruxes. The Horcruxes were not with him from the beginning! They are resurrection stones!"

"I saw the end of mankind and wizards!"

"Voldemort stood on countless corpses, and countless undead bowed their heads."

"Only you, only you, the special you, can defeat him."

"You must surpass the wizard killer, put on the invisibility cloak, get the stick of destiny, and cut off the immortal!"

"You must kill me!"

"Become a wizard-slayer again, Harry."

"Recite the Divine Guard after me!"

——

"Expecto Patronus."

Harry stroked the wand made of his father's arm bone, and a glimmer flashed on the tip of the wand.

Patronus Charm.

The ultimate magic of the white wizard took the wizard's life.

It also took the life of the closest person who knew his identity as a wizard killer.

He was no longer a glorious black wizard.

He was a wizard killer who was hated by everyone, even worse than the white wizard.

He could not forget it.

Sirius's disappointed eyes with tears.

Professor McGonagall's evasive eyes.

The murderous intent in Neville's eyes.

Seamus's disgust.

These familiar faces no longer had smiles, and what they extended was not a hand, and what they shot was no longer a warm Avatar, but a series of cold swords transformed by the Transfiguration Charm.

Only Ron and Hermione, the girl far away in the Scottish Highlands, and the person who secretly sent him the sword of Gryffindor still trusted him and treated him as before.

Looking at the two people who looked at him with concern, Harry felt warm in his heart.

"How far is it from Nurmengard?"

"About ten kilometers." Hermione said.

Ten kilometers, excluding the one kilometer around Nurmengard where Apparition is not allowed, it will only take more than ten minutes.

"You say," Harry White worried, "Does Grindelwald really believe me? Is he really willing to give me the Rod of Destiny?"

"I mean, Dumbledore didn't even leave me any secret code for him."

"Just asked me to come find him."

"Because... no need." A voice full of murderous intent suddenly sounded outside the tent.

The tent turned into ashes, surrounded by blue flames.

The flames gathered into a giant dragon with wings, surrounding the entire mountain range, and the scorching breath distorted the air.

In the center of the flames, a man with short white hair, blue and white eyes and a black windbreaker was looking at the three people coldly.

"Gattler Grindelwald?" Hermione recognized the man in front of her.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Dumbledore asked us to come find you." Ron said quickly.

"What do you mean no need?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you notice?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. "Your capacity is greater than that of all wizard killers in the past and present. Even if Albus died at your hands, you still haven't completed the transformation, so your hair will turn gray."

"You mean-" Harry's pupils shrank and a possibility flashed through his mind.

"I am the sacrifice chosen by you or Albus." Grindelwald said lightly, "Whether your words are true or false, you will definitely be detected by me with the Elder Wand when you approach with the invisibility cloak."

"Whether Albus is willing or forced, I will want to kill you."

"Only one of us can survive from the beginning."

"Draw your sword, Harry Potter."

"Mad man!" Harry's eyes were slightly red.

"I went crazy a long time ago," Grindelwald said calmly, "after learning that Albus was no longer alive."