Chapter 1665
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He left the secret chamber in Malfoy's manor and Wormtail, who was still being killed.
Harry fell into endless darkness. He fell into the darkness. At first, he was a little confused. He did not understand what was happening, but he soon understood. He was attacked by Ron's magic. This surprised and angered him.
A burning sense of betrayal rose in his body. Why did Ron do this?!
Harry really wanted to beat Ron up, but in such an environment, his anger was fleeting. Harry quickly began to find reasons for Ron's behavior. He might have been controlled by Lord Voldemort's magic. Thinking about his strange behavior, it was very possible. The one to blame was Harry himself. He should have noticed this a long time ago. He should have taken measures earlier.
When he noticed Ron's abnormal behavior, he should not have hesitated to cast a Stun Curse on him.
This was a plan that had been discussed many times before. After all, it was not the first time that Ron had been controlled!
For Ron, who was easily controlled, giving him a chance was like digging his own grave …
Then, Harry thought of Wormtail and his death.
This traitor who had betrayed his parents finally paid the ultimate price for his sins after seventeen years. He was killed by the master he betrayed his friends and sought refuge with. He was killed by the evil and terrible power that he had been pursuing all his life.
He died in an extremely cruel and terrible way. He died in front of Harry.
Unexpectedly, other than his hatred for Lord Voldemort's evil black magic, Harry did not seem to feel anything else. Perhaps, when he stopped Sirius from killing Wormtail four years ago, he had already freed himself from this matter.
Death was not the best way to take revenge. It was the most cowardly choice.
Harry fell endlessly in the darkness. His attention quickly shifted from Wormtail to himself. Just as he was thinking about what to do, the surrounding scenery finally changed. He returned to reality …
No, he once again entered Lord Voldemort's mind.
At this moment, Lord Voldemort had crossed the black ocean. He did not seem to know that Harry had been captured. He was entering a strange black fortress, and his destination was the top of the towering tower.
Harry was curious. He wanted to know what the Lord Voldemort was planning to do.
Where is this place?
Even though he was unconscious, the pain from the scar still stimulated Harry.
He tried to suppress his pain and other thoughts as he looked at the tall tower in front of him.
A strange power condensed in this place. The pressure was very low, and the atmosphere in the air was especially heavy.
Lord Voldemort was also looking around. Then, he quickly rose up and flew towards the window at the top of the tower …
What was inside?!
The window on the black rock was only open by the tiniest gap, not enough for one person to enter …
From the window, he could only see a human silhouette wrapped in a blanket. Was he dead or sleeping?
Harry was puzzled. He forced himself to pass through the window gap like a snake and landed gently on the room at the top of the tower like water vapor in his cells. At the end of the room, a thin figure was curled up under a thin blanket. The blanket was opened to him, revealing a skeletal face with deep wrinkles. His eyes slowly opened …
The thin man sat up and stared at him with sunken eyes.
He stared at Lord Voldemort as if he had expected him to come. He slowly smiled.
Most of his teeth were missing, which made his smile look terrible …
"So, you're here. I knew you would come … from the day I first heard your name. One day, you will come to find me. But your coming here is meaningless. " I never had it. "
"You're lying!"
Lord Voldemort's cold voice echoed in Harry's mind. When Harry's anger throbbed in Harry's body, Harry's scar warned him of the eruption of pain. He jerked his thoughts back to his own body.
He opened his eyes. The light before him was still very dim.
He was no longer in the secret room in Malfoy's manor. He was now in this place …
The pain from the scar almost made Harry faint again. He spent some time to adapt to the new environment, but he still could not figure out where he was. His surroundings were shrouded in fog and the humidity was very high. Above him was a strange stone building.
The ancient stone was carved with incomprehensible patterns. Harry stared at it for a long time, but he could not figure out what it was. Instead, many milky white transparent objects floated above him, attracting his attention.
These constantly floating things seemed to be ghosts, but they were completely different from the ghosts he was familiar with.
This was because these specters, or whatever they were, did not have a body at all. They only had a head, which was like a hazy ball of light that twisted into horrifying faces. The expressions on these faces were painful, as if they were letting out silent wails.
Looking at the faces, Harry also felt pain, a burning pain from his soul.
The spirits hovered around Harry, and there was an astonishing number of them …
Harry's scar hurt even more, as if there was a scar that was more painful than the scar burning in his body.
He felt that he was going to faint again. The strange fortress and tower appeared in front of him again.
… …..
Carried by the house-elf, Elwyn's phantom appeared and came to Malfoy's manor.
He asked Hermione and Elaine to take care of Mr. Ollivander and inform Sirius and the Order of the Phoenix while he went to Malfoy's manor to check on the situation and rescue Harry and Ron. Elwyn did not think this was a very good idea, but there was no other better choice. Waiting for the Order of the Phoenix to assemble before taking action may not have a good effect.
He made several assumptions, but when his phantom appeared and came to the hall of Malfoy's manor, the situation seemed to be particularly bad.
He did not see Harry. Following the house-elf's guidance, he entered the secret room and did not see Harry and Ron either. Instead, the strange dried corpses on the ground aroused Elwyn's interest, as well as the magic aura left in the air.
In the secret room, Elwyn looked at the corpses on the ground with great interest.
"Young Master Elwyn!" Dobby said anxiously. "Harry Potter is not here …"
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