Hermione's eyes were filled with grief and despair. Harry turned to her and explained, "No matter what, Hermione, I will always treat you as my best friend. I will never create new tragedies just to save some tragedies. I think the future is not necessarily predestined, right? If the future me really did such a terrible thing, he must have a reason to do so. "
He undid Hermione's Petrification Spell and turned away from the Screaming Shack, leaving his back to her.
Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at Harry's vest, but she could not make up her mind. She put down the wand and covered her face with her hands, crying loudly. It was not until Harry was out of Hermione's sight that the luster of the Golden Sun Scripture in his arms dimmed.
"She still can't bear it, can she?" Harry sighed, not knowing who he was talking to.
"It's time!" Harry thought. He re-entered the spirit realm and looked at Hogwarts through the gray vision. "It's time to end it all!" Harry looked at the Golden Sun Scripture in his hand and said, "When did everything change? From the day I got you … last semester, when I saw the Sorcerer's Stone, I understood a truth … "
"Real treasures will only come back to you when you don't crave for them."
"I lost you, Mom and Dad! But I also gained some sincere friends, sincere friendships … I can't lose the treasures I have because I crave for what I don't have … I'm sorry, Mom! Dad! " Harry's face was full of tears. He tried to close the Golden Sun Scripture with trembling hands. His expression showed that he was struggling.
Finally, he closed the golden magic book. Hearing the click of the lock, Harry felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He suddenly felt someone hugging him, and the soft touch from his back woke him up. Then he quieted down. "How did you get in here?" Harry asked.
"In the future, in order to kill you, I developed this spell … It allows me to walk in the spirit realm," Hermione whispered. She changed the topic shyly. "So this is what the spirit realm looks like at this time! It looks like a mirror that has lost its sense of light. "
"What will the spirit world look like in the future?" Harry asked curiously.
"It is colorless, a world of ashes. Back then, in order to rule the world of magic, you used the power of the two scriptures to control this place. You blocked the way for souls to return to their homes. Ghosts wander here, Muggles and wizards approach this world in their nightmares. This place is full of twisted, horrifying shadows. At that time, this place was called the Nightmare Realm. "
"There's one last thing I need to do!" Harry said as he raised his head.
"Close the Necromancer's Black Scripture in Malfoy's hands …" Harry said. "Then go to Mr. Birkin's place and throw away the key. Make sure that these two magic books are never opened again!"
Malfoy did not stay in the dormitory. Over the past few days, he would come to the Forbidden Forest every night. He had obtained a lot of black magic knowledge from Voldemort's soul when he was young, and the power of the Necromancer's Dark Scripture allowed him to grow stronger every day. Becoming an Animagus of the Dark Dragon allowed his magic to grow to its full potential.
Over the past few days, when he rinsed his mouth, Malfoy could not help but spit out some dragonfire from his throat.
He enslaved souls and began to touch his own soul with magic, even modifying his own brain. "Foolish Voldemort …" Malfoy laughed coldly. "Splitting your own soul is practically suicide … It's easy to break through the limits of the physical body, but it's even more difficult to break through the limits of the soul's lifespan … Splitting your own soul like this is practically suicide.
"Even if you don't fall into my hands, your emotions, memories, and even intelligence will slowly disappear. In the end, you will be no different from the memories in the portrait. You might even be inferior to a ghost."
He looked at the dusty crown in his hands and asked in a low voice, "How many soul armaments do you have? Lord Voldemort? The diary … was destroyed by the mysterious new Black Devil King, and the soul in it fell into my hands. The defeated main soul hid itself, and no one knows where it went. It attached itself to that snake. Just now, that snake started a fire and was burned to ashes.
"Ravenclaw's crown is in my hands. Hotspark's gold cup, which you gave to that crazy woman … I don't even want to call her aunt, to safekeep. It should be in the hands of the Black Devil King now. Right, there's also that locket and ring that have gone missing … I'll find them. You've suffered a crushing defeat! Voldemort. "
Malfoy flipped open the Black Book of the Dead in his hands, and five pale-white lamps surrounded him. "Your soul will become my power. I will make you into a wand that will condense all of your power and intelligence. Farewell! Mystery Man. "
He chanted the ancient Egyptian language softly, and used silver and gold to draw two closed arcs on the ground, forming a circular circle. The five lamps were placed at the five corners of the circle, forming a pentagram within the circle. Positive and negative energy formed a closed loop, forming a small energy cycle. This was the simplest structure of the well, but it drew in a wisp of energy from the Well of Eternity, forming a complicated magic structure in the air in front of Malfoy.
"I will use the positive and negative energy that symbolizes white magic to form the Ouroboros model in alchemy, which symbolizes the cycle of matter and energy. It will open a path to the pyramid, purifying your soul into a simple fragment without any consciousness." Malfoy picked up the crown on the ground and stroked it gently.
"This is the magic that the ancient Egyptian high priest sacrificed to the God of Death. It can erase the souls of the undead."
"But the high priest will not devour the souls sacrificed to the God of Death …" A calm voice came from behind Malfoy. Harry and Hermione were taking off their invisibility cloaks. Hermione still had her scarf covering most of her face. She raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy's heart.
"Harry Potter?" Malfoy laughed coldly. "I didn't think you would rush over to see me!"
"Wasn't the lesson from that night enough?"
"I know what you're relying on. That magic book you stole from Borgin Bork's magic shop, the greatest masterpiece of the ancient Egyptian wizards — the Black Book of the Dead." Harry also took out his wand.
Malfoy's face twitched, and he laughed coldly. "I didn't steal anything."
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