"Okay, you all be happy, don't be like this just because I have an extra hole. Harry, smile, anyway, we finally got you back safely." George looked around and continued to ask, "Rom Where's Eun and Bill? Why don't they huddle around my sickbed?"
"Bill hasn't come back yet, Ron is upstairs, he's unconscious." Mrs. Weasley said, "Their group encountered a mysterious person."
The smile on George's face faded, "Is Ron all right?"
"It's nothing, he may have woken up." Ivan said, "Let's go up and see him."
Several people came to Ron's room along the stairs, and he was lying on the bed quietly.
"Oh, Ron, is he really all right?"
"It is certain that there is no physical injury." Ai Wen said, "He"
At this moment, a pained expression suddenly flashed across Ron's face.
"Ivan, what's wrong with him?" Ginny asked hastily.
"He looks miserable!"
"This is exactly what I'm worried about, the magic that directly acts on the spirit and even the soul." Ivan said, observing Ron's expression, "When we arrived, he was surrounded by Voldemort's black mist. Voldemort's body has A part of the evil god has been transformed, his black mist is not only black magic, but also has a part of the evil god's attack characteristics, which can directly affect the spirit or spirit, just like the dementor. It seems to be affecting Ron. This is his The reason why he has been in a coma is that his condition is not very good."
Noticing the expressions of Harry, Ginny, and Hermione, Ivan hurriedly added, "But don't worry too much, this kind of mental or soul impact is usually very short and will not leave irreversible damage, Ron Probably going to have a little bit of a nightmare and then wake up."
Unless Voldemort kept a portion of his soul inside Ron, as he had done with Harry, the magic would dissipate and he would soon recover.
Of course Voldemort wouldn't do that, his soul couldn't continue to split, and even if it split, he wouldn't choose Ron to become a Horcrux, but Ivan didn't know much about evil gods after all, and he didn't know what characteristics Voldemort would turn into evil gods. , he felt that after Ron woke up, he had to check his condition again.
"Hope he recovers as soon as possible, they are the worst group, I heard Moody"
"It's all my fault!" Harry whispered suddenly, "Mad-Eye and Ron, George's ears, and if I didn't agree to the plan"
"Don't say that, Harry!"
"No, it's all my fault!" said Harry stubbornly. "I should have fought Voldemort alone."
Looking at Ron in pain on the bed, his internal organs were clenched like fists.
"You've done a good job. I heard from Hagrid that your magic repelled him. This is something no one has ever done."
"It wasn't me!" said Harry flatly. "It was my wand, and my wand acted on its own."
"But that's impossible, Harry," said Hermione gently. "You're saying you cast the spell unconsciously, and you reacted instinctively."
"No!" Harry said, "I just told Alvin and Sirius that the motorcycle was falling, and I couldn't figure out where Voldemort was, but my wand spun around in my hand and aimed at him. shot him a spell, I don't even know what it is, I've never made golden flames before."
"That sounds so surreal."
"Maybe you have a power that you don't even know, the power that can defeat Voldemort." Elaine said.
"My father once said that a person can often perform magic that he never dreamed of." Ginny nodded, "like an untrained child."
She wanted to use the example of Magic Riot, but Harry cut him off through gritted teeth, "It's not like that, that's not my power!"
"Maybe it's because of the wand." Ivan said.
"Wand?"
"Yeah, I was guessing from what you said just now, but I can't be sure." Ivan said, "Harry's wand may have something to do with Voldemort's power. When he tried to kill Harry, it automatically carried out Fight back. Like what happened to us a few years ago when he came back from the resurrection"
Harry didn't hear Ivan's words clearly, because his scar suddenly hurt without warning.
Suddenly, the scar's pain peaked.
He clutched his forehead and closed his eyes as a voice screamed in his head.
"You told me that if you use someone else's wand, the problem will be solved!"
Suddenly Harry saw a thin, gaunt old man lying on the stone floor in ragged clothes.
He uttered a terrible, long scream, with unbearable pain in his voice...
"No! No! I beg you, I beg you..."
"How dare you deceive Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"
"I didn't... I swear I didn't..."
"You want to help Potter, you want to help Potter escape from me!"
"I swear I didn't... I thought a different wand would do the trick..."
"Then explain this, Lucius' wand was destroyed!"
"I don't understand... that connection... only exists between... your two wands..."
"lie!"
"Please, please..."
Harry saw the white hand raise his wand, felt Voldemort's rampant rage, saw the frail old man squirm in agony on the ground.
"Once my magic is successful, I will throw away the weak weapon of the wand, but before that, you must tell me the secret of the wand, I want"
"Harry?"
It all disappeared again suddenly, and Harry was sitting next to Ron, his hands clutching the quilt tightly.
The scar still pricked, and it took him a moment to realize where he was.
"Are you listening to me?" Ivan asked.
"Your face looks terrible."
"I'm fine!" said Harry 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 saw just now, and everyone seemed to be terrified.
"But this should stop! Your scar, it shouldn't be like this anymore!" said Hermione immediately.
"You must never allow that connection to be reconnected, Dumbledore wants you to shut down your brain!"
"Whether you invade his brain or let him enter yours, it is a very dangerous behavior." Ai Wen said.
After Voldemort had broken the limits of magic tonight, he and Harry had reconnected.
As long as Voldemort's mood swings violently, Harry can enter his brain.
Voldemort probably forgot to lock his brain, or maybe couldn't
With his current state, the damage to Harry's brain tonight must be quite large, too large to recover.
Seeing that Harry hadn't answered, Hermione went over and grabbed his arm.
"Harry, he's taken over the Ministry of Magic, newspapers and half the wizarding world! Don't let him take over your brain!"
"I see!" Harry murmured, "I'll control myself and try to shut my brain. But don't you think it's worth seeing what I'm seeing? He grabbed Ollivander and wanted the wand And, besides, he's doing that magic, and if it works, he won't need a wand any more!"