Waves of pain came from the scar, and Harry had a strong urge to vomit. He felt very depressed.
This was not the first time he had killed someone from the perspective of the Lord Voldemort, but it made him very uncomfortable every time.
He had hurt a life with his own hands. When the death curse hid in the old man's life, an unprecedented sense of guilt filled Harry's heart.
Even though he was not the one who was killing, this feeling was very real …
The night became even darker, and a cold black aura pressed down on him.
There was no light around him at all. Only Harry was silently bound here, sinking into an inexplicable sadness and despair.
The intermittent music became more and more sorrowful. Harry felt that if this continued, he would go crazy.
He tried to shout, but no sound came out, which only made him more desperate.
No matter what, he would rather face the Lord Voldemort himself than lie here alone.
Harry tried to figure out what was going on, and what this place was.
Suddenly, just as Harry was lost in his thoughts, he heard footsteps.
Someone was approaching. Who could it be?
The dim light of the wand dispelled the darkness, bringing an unpleasant light. Harry saw a wizard in a black cloak.
"Ron, is that you?" Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The magic that bound him was too powerful. He had lost all control of his body, and only his soul resided in this body.
"Harry Potter, the The Dark Lord's destined opponent," the Dark Wizard said slowly.
It was not Ron. This voice sounded very harsh and old, and there was an indescribable feeling of discomfort.
It was an old woman. She must be very old, Harry guessed.
The next second, he realized that this was the Black Witch!
The woman with many terrifying legends, the terrifying Dark Wizard who was not inferior to the Lord Voldemort.
The Dark Witch walked up to Harry and stared at him.
"How miraculous. The power of fate manifests in you, Harry Potter. Your body contains unparalleled power."
As she spoke, she reached out her hand from the cloak to touch Harry's scar.
Unexpectedly, the skin of this pair of hands was white and smooth, very beautiful and well-maintained, but it did not look like the hands of a witch, let alone the hands of a black witch. In Harry's imagination, the black witch's hands should be rough and full of wrinkles, at least matching her age.
This was very abnormal. How could this old woman always have this pair of hands?!
Being touched by her, Harry felt a sharp pain from his scar.
He glared at the man. This was the only way he could express his emotions right now.
"The Child of Fate, Harry Potter!" The Black Witch said softly, "Your fate was decided the moment you were born. When the Dark Lord defeats you, he will obtain the power in your body and become extremely powerful. No one can defeat him. He will become the best candidate … "
The best candidate?!
Harry could not fully understand what this old witch was saying.
"This is your fate, Harry Potter. I should have immediately summoned the Dark Lord to end your life, but there are more urgent things that I need to do. Come, let us go to the final place. You will have the honor of witnessing history. As a pitiful mortal, you will see with your own eyes the starting point of my master's return. "
She took out a magic wand with many carved skulls on it and waved it at Harry. Harry floated up.
He floated uncontrollably in the air and followed the Black Witch forward, leaving the room.
A gust of night wind blew, and Harry could finally see where they were. It was very high, as if they were in the clouds.
They were in a tower that towered into the clouds. Below them was a huge invisible castle that looked like a monster. As far as the eye could see, there were broken walls everywhere. The walls were full of cracks, and it was almost impossible to see the original appearance of the building.
In the distant night, a pale blue light was flashing. Harry did not know what was happening there.
The Black Witch stopped. She was also looking at the place where the blue light was flashing.
"Wonderful power, powerful and wonderful. Your friend Elwyn Mason has come to help me." The Black Witch said.
Elwyn!
Harry was overjoyed when he came here, but it quickly turned into worry.
"I don't know what method that boy used, but his arrival has indeed awakened the undead under this land, including the sleeping evil spirit." The Black Witch continued, as if she was talking to herself. "This is the magic of an ancient spell. Illusions are reconstructed in reality, and the dead will return to this world. It's wonderful. That boy must have a special magic item on him that can fight against the darkness that shrouds this place. He has awakened all the sleeping undead. He tried to dispel the darkness in this place, but it was destined to be useless. The undead have all awakened, and nothing can stop me. I will obtain that incantation and help the Black Devil King achieve immortality. When everything ends, my master will complete the final descent, and the calamity will finally come. The endless night will finally envelop this land forever. "
The Black Witch let out a shrill laugh. Harry really wanted her to shut up.
This woman had gone mad, saying some specious words on her own. What master? What great calamity? What destruction?
She was a complete lunatic. Harry felt that she was even more crazy than Professor Trelawney. He had no time to listen to her nonsense.
He had been trying to control his body and break free from the shackles of magic, but to no avail.
The Black Witch muttered to herself for a while, and the blue light in the distance was rapidly expanding. Soon, the castle under Harry's feet was also covered by the blue light. Harry was surprised to see that the castle was returning to its original appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its former glory.
It was amazing that the broken places were being filled with light and shadow. Above the tower, a statue of the Goddess of War was condensing.
The Black Witch's laughter stopped abruptly. She seemed to have suffered great damage when the blue light touched her.
Harry clearly saw that her hands were changing. Her white and smooth skin began to darken and lose all its luster, like a rapidly withering tree. Life flowed from her hands. In the shrill scream, her hands soon became unrecognizable, like the sharp claws of a monster.
They were gray and full of wrinkles.
"Damn magic!" The Black Witch cursed, dodging the blue light and waving her wand hard.
She seemed to want to stop the blue light from spreading, but it was of no use.
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