The green and red light wanted to fuse. At the very least, Lord Voldemort wanted to do so. Harry could clearly sense it.
However, the statue that he had turned into, or the monster hidden inside the statue, was fighting against Lord Voldemort and Harry.
It had its own will and did not want to be fused with Lord Voldemort.
This resistance would not last long because it was too weak. It seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and had not recovered.
It had great power, but it was not in this space. Moreover, it was bound by a strange power and could not come.
The only thing that could reach this world was a trace of its will. That was all.
The fusion was something that would happen sooner or later. Harry could clearly sense its unwillingness and impending victory.
Harry did not know why Lord Voldemort wanted to fuse him with this statue. What was the purpose of this?
However, this was undoubtedly an evil magic that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
At this moment, a man walked out of the shadows and came before Harry.
Harry immediately noticed him because he had smelled the other party's scent.
It was strange, but it was true. He had relied on his nose and not his eyes to discover the other party one step ahead.
"The smell of food!" A strange voice sounded in Harry's heart. "I've changed my mind. Give it to me. Give him to me, and that thing related to him. We'll work together. I'll help you obtain the power you need to achieve immortality …"
It was not him who was speaking, but the strange statue that he had turned into was speaking. Lord Voldemort had agreed!
In the blink of an eye, Harry felt that he had completely fused with the statue. He had become a part of the statue. The strange thing disappeared, but it did not leave.
The moon once again peeked out from the thick dark clouds. With the moonlight, Elwyn saw a cold-looking man wearing an exquisite black wizard robe.
It was that vampire, the guy called Keresis.
There was no doubt about it. Harry had seen his picture many times in the newspaper. He was still wanted by the Ministry of Magic.
Elwyn had said that this vampire was not a bad person, or at least not as bad as the rumors said.
Keresis held his wand in his hand and looked at the statue that Lord Voldemort and Harry had turned into.
He seemed to be hesitating, but his gaze became more and more determined.
Keresis said something that Harry did not hear clearly, but Lord Voldemort did not move.
After a few seconds, Keresis seemed to have made up his mind to do something, but no matter what, Harry did not want him to come closer.
Because he felt that the sleeping beast in his body had awakened. After the complete fusion, Harry had accumulated some strength and was looking forward to the vampire's approach. He saw the vampire as food, the first food after the fusion, far more attractive than the ordinary flesh on the ground around him.
As long as he came closer, just a little more, he would be able to eat him and make himself stronger.
Keresis walked over. He carefully avoided Lord Voldemort, and the tip of his wand flashed with a dark red light.
The accumulated magic became stronger and stronger. He raised his wand high and drew it in the air.
The tip of the wand trembled slightly, making a complicated and profound movement. A magic rune appeared.
In the magic rune, a powerful and terrifying power surged out. It was a power that could destroy everything.
In the next second, he placed his wand on Harry, on the statue, and there was a flash of dark light …
The light shot up into the sky, and Harry's forehead was in excruciating pain, as if it was about to explode!
He did not know what had happened, and he did not see it clearly.
After the light flashed, he only saw Keresis fly backward, his face full of disbelief. His right hand that was holding the wand was still in the same position as before.
The vampire's body was bleeding, and the essence of magic and life flowed out along the blood, being absorbed by the terrible monster.
He struggled to get up, but the blood-red light immediately enveloped Keresis. He could not break free, and his life was gradually fading away.
I have to help him, but I can't. There is nothing Harry can do. The scar is getting more and more painful!
Blood slowly flowed out, and the vampire was being eaten by him, by the demon he had turned into. Everything was about to end …
"Harry! Harry! "
He opened his eyes. His body was soaked in cold sweat, and the bed sheet was wrapped around him like a tight-fitting suit.
He felt as if a hot poker had been inserted into his forehead. It was unbearable.
"Harry!" Ron stood in front of the bed, as if frightened. There were a few figures at the foot of the bed.
Harry could not tell who they were. He hugged his head, and the pain made his vision go black. He rolled to the side of the bed and vomited.
"He's really sick," a frightened voice said. "Should we call for help?"
"Harry! Harry! "
"Go and call Elwyn. Hurry up!" Harry took a deep breath, propped himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit. His vision was blurred because of the pain. "Something's wrong. I can see it. Lord Voldemort and that vampire. He's being eaten, and he's dying!"
"What did you say?" Ron did not understand.
"Go and find Elwyn and Dumbledore. Hurry up, or he'll die!"
"I'll call for help," the frightened voice said. Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory.
"Harry!" Ron was skeptical. "You're just dreaming. There's no mysterious man, no vampire, and no one will die."
"No!" Harry said violently. "It's not a dream. It's not an ordinary dream. I saw it. I was there. My scars hurt. Do you understand?! I saw Lord Voldemort casting an evil magic. I saw the completion of the magic, and the vampire's life fading away little by little. I did it. "
Harry heard Ximo and Dean whispering, but he couldn't care so much. He had to hurry up. He had to do something.
Elwyn said that Keresis and his vampires were very important. He couldn't let him die. Elwyn also told him that if he saw anything, he must tell Lord Voldemort as soon as possible. Because of the connection between him and Lord Voldemort, these absurd dreams were likely to be true.
Of course, it could also be fake. Lord Voldemort deliberately showed it to him, but Harry didn't think so.
The only strange thing was why he eventually became a statue. What was Lord Voldemort going to do?
Also, who was that demonic and indifferent voice? Where did it go in the end?
It needed to get something related to Keresis. What was it?
As for the final spell, it could actually defeat a powerful vampire in an instant and absorb the other party's life force to strengthen itself.
Harry thought of the picture he saw last semester. In the house in the deep mountain, in the dark room without any light, there was a terrible statue placed in the middle of the room, like a twisted tree root, glowing with red blood light that would devour people.
It was the statue of the evil god. Lord Voldemort once got it from the Fallen Horse in the Albanian forest.
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