"Alright, cheer up. Don't be like this just because I have a hole in my body. Harry, smile. No matter what, we finally got you back safe and sound. "George looked around and continued to ask," Where are Ron and Bill? Why aren't they crowding around my sickbed? "
"Bill hasn't come back yet. Ron is upstairs. He's unconscious," Lady Weasley said. "Their group met a mysterious person."
The smile on George's face gradually disappeared. "Is Ron okay?"
"He's fine. He might have woken up already," Elwyn said. "Let's go up and see him."
They went up the stairs to Ron's room. He was quietly lying on the bed.
"Oh, Ron, is he really okay?"
"We can confirm that he's not physically injured," Elwyn said. "He …"
At this moment, a pained expression suddenly flashed across Ron's face.
"Elwyn, what's wrong with him?" Ginny asked hurriedly.
"He looks like he's in pain!"
"This is exactly what I'm worried about. Magic that directly affects the mind or even the soul." Elwyn said, observing Ron's expression. "When we arrived, he was entangled by Lord Voldemort's black fog. A part of Lord Voldemort's body has been transformed into an evil god. His black fog is not only black magic, but also has some of the evil god's attacking characteristics. It can directly affect the mind or spirit, just like the Dementors. It seems to be affecting Ron. This is the reason why he has been unconscious. He's not in good condition. "
Noticing Harry, Ginny, and Hermione's expressions, Elwyn hurriedly added, "But don't worry too much. This kind of influence on the mind or soul is usually very short. It won't leave irrecoverable damage. Ron will probably have a little nightmare and then wake up."
Unless Lord Voldemort left a part of his soul in Ron's body, just like how he affected Harry, otherwise the magic would dissipate and he would quickly recover.
Of course, Lord Voldemort would not do that. His soul could not continue to split. Even if he split, he would not choose Ron to become a Soul Vessel. However, Elwyn did not know much about evil gods. He did not know what characteristics the evil god Lord Voldemort would become. He felt that he should wait for Ron to wake up and examine his condition again.
"I really hope he can recover soon. Their group is the worst. I heard Moody …"
"It's all my fault!" Harry suddenly said in a low voice. "Mad-Eye and Ron, George's ears, and … If I did not agree to this plan …"
"Don't say that, Harry!"
"No, it's all my fault!" Harry said stubbornly. "I should have fought Lord Voldemort alone."
Looking at Ron who was in pain on the bed, his internal organs clenched like a fist.
"You've done very well. I heard from Hagrid that your magic repelled him. This is something that no one has ever done before."
"It wasn't me!" Harry said calmly. "It was my wand. My wand took action on its own."
"But that's impossible, Harry." Hermione said tactfully. "You're saying that you unconsciously cast magic. You reacted instinctively."
"No!" Harry said. "I just told Elwyn and Sirius that when the motorcycle was crashing, I didn't know where Lord Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand, aimed at him, and shot a spell at him. I don't even know what kind of spell it was. I've never created a golden flame before."
"That sounds very strange."
"Maybe you have a power that even you don't know about, a power that can defeat Lord Voldemort." Elaine said.
"My dad said that a person can often cast magic that he never even dreamed of." Ginny nodded. "Like an untrained child …"
She wanted to use the example of magic rioting, but Harry gritted his teeth and interrupted her. "It's not like that. That's not my power!"
"Maybe it's because of the wand." Elwyn said.
"Wand?"
"Yes, I was guessing when I heard what you said just now, but I can't be sure." Elwyn said. "Harry's wand may be connected to the power of Lord Voldemort. When he tried to kill Harry, it automatically retaliated. Just like a few years ago, when he was resurrected … "
Harry did not hear the rest of Elwyn's words clearly, because his scar suddenly hurt without warning.
Suddenly, the pain from the scar reached its peak.
He grabbed his forehead and closed his eyes. A voice screamed in his head.
"You told me that as long as I used someone else's wand, the problem would be solved!"
An image of a frail old man suddenly appeared in Harry's mind. His clothes were ragged, and he was lying on the stone floor.
He let out a terrible, long scream, and his voice was filled with unbearable pain …
"No! No! I beg you, I beg you … "
"How dare you lie to Lord Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"
"I didn't … I swear I didn't …"
"You wanted to help Potter. You wanted to help Potter escape from me!"
"I swear I didn't … I thought a different wand would work …"
"Then explain this matter. Lucius's magic wand was destroyed!"
"I don't understand … That connection … only exists … between your wands …"
"Lies!"
"Please, please …"
Harry saw the white hand raise the wand, felt the rage of Lord Voldemort, and saw the frail old man writhing in pain on the ground.
"Once my magic succeeds, I will throw away a weak weapon like the wand. But before that, you must tell me the secret of the wand. I want …"
"Harry?"
Everything suddenly disappeared again. Harry was sitting next to Ron, his hands clutching the quilt tightly.
The scar still stung, and it took him a moment to realize where he was.
"Are you listening to me?" Elwyn asked.
"Your complexion looks terrible."
"I'm fine!" Harry said with a trembling voice. "My complexion is probably better than Ollivander's. There is indeed something wrong with the wand …"
He recounted the scene he had just seen. Everyone seemed to be scared out of their wits.
"But this should stop! Your scar, it should not be like this anymore! "Hermione said immediately.
"You must not let that connection open again. Dumbledore wants you to seal your brain!"
"Whether it is you invading his brain or letting him enter yours, it is a very dangerous act," Elwyn said.
After Lord Voldemort broke through the magic limit tonight, he and Harry reestablished the connection.
As long as Lord Voldemort's emotions fluctuated violently, Harry would be able to enter his brain.
Lord Voldemort probably forgot to seal his brain, or perhaps he could no longer …
In his current state, the damage he would suffer from invading Harry's brain tonight would be so severe that it would be impossible to recover.
Seeing that Harry did not answer, Hermione went over and grabbed his arm.
"Harry, he has already taken over the Ministry of Magic, the newspapers, and half of the magic world! Don't let him take over your brain again! "
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