There were waves of pain in the scar, and Harry had a strong feeling of wanting to vomit, and he felt very oppressed.
It wasn't the first time he had killed from Voldemort's perspective, but every time it made him uncomfortable.
A life was hurt by his own hands, and when the death curse was hidden in the old man's life, Harry's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of guilt.
Even if he is not killing, but this realistic feeling
The night became denser, and the pressure of icy black air struck.
There was no light at all around, and only Harry was bound here quietly, falling into inexplicable sadness and despair.
The staccato music was getting sadder and sadder, and Harry felt that if he continued, he might be driven crazy.
He tried to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound, which only made him more desperate.
Either way, he'd rather face Voldemort himself now than lie here alone.
Harry wanted to figure out what was going on, and where this place was.
Suddenly, just as Harry was thinking wildly, he heard footsteps.
Someone is approaching, who could it be
The pale wand glow dispelled the darkness, bringing an unpleasant light, and Harry saw a wizard in a black cloak.
"Ron, is that you?" Harry opened his mouth, but made no sound.
The magic that bound him was so powerful that he lost all control over his body, and only his soul lived alone in this body.
"Harry Potter, the Dark Lord's destined opponent." The dark wizard said slowly.
It wasn't Ron. The voice of this voice sounded very harsh, very old, and it was an uncomfortable feeling that was hard to describe.
It was an old woman, and she must be very old, Harry guessed.
In the next second, he realized that this was the Black Witch!
That woman with many terrible legends, that terrible dark wizard no less than Voldemort.
The Black Witch walked up to Harry and watched him.
"It's amazing that the power of destiny is manifested in you, Harry Potter, and you have unparalleled power in your body."
She said, reaching out from under the cloak to touch Harry's scar.
Unexpectedly, the skin of these hands was fair and smooth, beautiful and well-maintained, but it didn't look like the hands that a witch should have, let alone the hands that a black witch should have. In Harry's imagination, the Black Witch's hands should be rough and wrinkled, at least matching her age.
This is very abnormal, how can this old woman always have such hands? !
Harry's scar felt a piercing pain when she touched it.
He glared at each other, which is the only way he can express his emotions now.
"Child of Destiny, Harry Potter!" The Black Witch said softly, "Your fate has been doomed from the moment you were born. When the Dark Lord defeats you, he will gain the power in your body and become extremely powerful , no one can beat him, he will be the best candidate”
The best candidate? !
Harry couldn't quite understand what the old witch was saying.
"This is your fate, Harry Potter. I should have summoned the Dark Lord at once to end your life, but there are more urgent things to do. Come, let us go to the final place, where you will Fortunate to witness history, as a pathetic mortal, you will witness with your own eyes the starting point of my master's return."
She took out a wand carved with many skulls, waved it at Harry, and Harry levitated.
He floated uncontrollably in the air and followed the black witch forward, leaving the room.
A gust of night wind blew by, and Harry finally saw where they were now. It was very high, as if they were in the clouds.
Here is a tower towering into the sky, below them is a huge invisible castle, so it looks like a monster, there are ruins everywhere as far as the eyes can see, and the walls are covered with The cracks make it almost impossible to see the true face of the building.
In the distant night, a pale blue light was flickering, and Harry didn't know what was happening there.
The black witch stopped, and she was also looking at the place where the blue light was shining.
"Wonderful power, powerful and wonderful, the arrival of your friend Alvin Mason helped me." Black Witch said.
Alvin!
Harry was delighted to be here, then worried.
"I don't know what method the boy used, but his arrival has indeed awakened the undead in this land, including the sleeping evil spirit." The black witch continued, as if talking to herself, "This is an ancient spell The magical power, the illusion is reconstructed in reality, and the dead souls who have passed away will return to this world. It is amazing, that boy must have a special magic item, which can fight against the darkness that shrouds this place, and he awakens all sleeping He tried to dissolve the darkness here, but it was doomed to be useless, the undead are all awakened, nothing can stop me, I will get that spell, help the Dark Lord achieve immortality, and when everything is over, my master will Complete the final coming, the catastrophe will finally come, and the endless night will cover this land forever."
The Black Witch let out a piercing laugh, and Harry really wanted her to shut up.
This woman is crazy, and she said some specious words there by herself, such as master, catastrophe, and destruction.
She was an out-and-out lunatic, and Harry thought she was more insane than Professor Trelawney, and he didn't have time to listen to her nonsense.
He has been trying to control his body and break free from the shackles of magic, but to no avail.
The black witch babbled for a while by herself, and the blue light and shadow in the distance was expanding rapidly. Soon, the castle under Harry's feet was also covered by blue light and shadow. Harry was surprised to see that the castle was recovering its original appearance and the old scene at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is amazing that the incomplete place is filled by light and shadow. Above the tower, a statue of the Goddess of War is condensing.
The black witch's laughter stopped abruptly, and she seemed to have been greatly hurt when touched by the blue light and shadow.
Harry could clearly see that her hands were changing, her white and smooth skin began to turn dull and lose all its luster, like a rapidly withering tree, life was flowing from her hands, amid piercing screams , Soon, her hands became unrecognizable, like the claws of a monster.
Blue-gray, wrinkled all over.
"Damn magic!" cursed the Black Witch, stepping back from the blue light and waving her wand vigorously.
She seemed to want to stop the spread of blue light and shadow, but it didn't work.
Harry spoke with delight, and he actually regained control of his body.