MTL - Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures-v2 Chapter 1846 broken soul
When Harry opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying in the fog, but the fog around him became very bright, not the same as the thick fog he had just seen, not all the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, Rather, these cloudy vapors have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.
The surrounding corpse mountain also disappeared, and the ground on which he lay seemed to be white, very clean, neither hot nor cold, just a kind of existence, a flat, empty thing.
A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: the tiny thumping sound of something constantly flapping, wiggling, and struggling. The voice was pitiful, and at the same time a little obscene. He had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he was eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.
What the **** is going on here?
What about Voldemort?
Did you kill yourself by him?
Why did he appear in this place, Harry couldn't understand, he had a lot of questions.
He wondered what the **** was going on?
And what about fifteen-year-old Riddle?
Harry subconsciously reached for the Resurrection Stone before realizing that he was unclothed.
He sat up, his body seemed uninjured. He touched his face, and his glasses were gone.
It was strange, but Harry wished he was wearing clothes, and as soon as the idea took shape in his mind, a robe appeared not far away. He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm. How strange, it just appeared like that, he just had the idea...
Harry stood up and looked around. He found himself in a huge building.
There are many things to see. A huge round glass roof gleamed in the sunlight high above his head. There was silence all around, except for the strange thumping and whimpering from the nearby mist...
Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be illusioned in front of his eyes.
A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the Great Hall, with that clear glass dome above.
This is King's Cross, the halls are empty, he's alone, except...
He backed away.
He saw the thing that made the sound, the thing was in the shape of a child, curled up on the ground, the red skin was rough, it looked like it had been peeled, and it was lying shivering under a seat, being discarded, It was stuffed there indiscriminately, struggling to breathe.
Harry is scared!
Although the thing was petite, weak, and wounded, he was reluctant to approach it.
However, he still moved over a little bit, ready to withdraw at any time.
Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the courage to do so, he felt like a coward. He should have consoled it, but the thing disgusted him.
"You can't help him."
Hearing this voice, Harry turned sharply, it was Albus Dumbledore.
His waist is straight, his steps are brisk, he is wearing a flowing dark blue robe, and he is looking at himself with a smile, the same as before.
Like Ivan said, he met Dumbledore. It was the line between life and death, and Harry had too many questions to ask him.
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The Killing Curse hit Harry Potter unmistakably, and his life was quickly fading away.
Voldemort is ecstatic!
He finally killed the boy, he proved his strength, he was invincible, he... Voldemort couldn't laugh right away.
At the same time that Harry Potter died, an unprecedented impact came head-on, like an iron fist slammed into the head, but not a physical attack, but a soul.
Voldemort's soul has been hit hard!
This force broke through his protective magic, and even broke through the magic of the double snake rod, and directly acted on his soul, which was beating erratically.
Voldemort fell from the sky.
...
Darkness, nothing but darkness is darkness.
Despite the darkness, Voldemort's sight could not be obstructed, but he didn't know where he was. There was no sight here except the darkness. Voldemort was a little puzzled, but he soon had no energy to look around. He was horrified. Find that your body is shattering.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.
Unprecedented fear struck, it was the feeling of death! Voldemort was terrified, just like the night he failed sixteen years ago, it was a power he didn't understand, he didn't know what was going on, but he could feel, go on, he was going to die, really die.
His magic, all his efforts on the road to immortality, all failed. Under the action of a strange force, his body is shattering, and he will completely become nothingness.
Power, immortality, immortality, it was all a ridiculous dream, and now this dream is awake!
He is witnessing the whole process of his own collapse. If no measures are taken, he, the mighty Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the world, the supreme Dark Lord, will die. Just before he is about to be omniscient and omnipotent, become an eternal existence, and become a **** above all gods.
"No!" Voldemort roared unwillingly, he had to stop all this.
He wanted to wave his wand, and then he realized there was nothing in his hand, he had lost his wand, he had lost his connection to the double snake wand, his own magic, he had lost all power.
Without the protection of magic, his body inevitably shattered, and a large number of fragments fell.
Voldemort gets weaker every time a shard is dropped, mixed with fear, hatred and anger rising, Voldemort doesn't understand what's going on, he obviously killed Harry Potter, he already has the Elder Wand, just To use the magic of the double snake rod to complete that spell and become a god. Everything went so smoothly, why did this change happen at the last moment?
Why did he become like this after killing the boy?
Voldemort wants to know the answer!
He can't just die here!
"Why?! Answer me?!"
"I reminded you, mortal, that at the last moment you must secure your soul."
An ancient whisper sounded in the void, as if it came from far away.
"I did what you said!" Voldemort shouted frantically.
As if the drowning man had caught the last straw, he knew who the owner of the voice was.
It is the statue of the ancient god, the powerful being who calls himself the God of Devouring!
"Unfortunately, you don't, your soul is breaking, you are turning into nothingness."
"What shall I do?" roared Voldemort. Only at the prompt of this voice did he realize that it was his soul that was collapsing.
Here is his soul world!
