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Chapter 1147: Fight and Flee
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 16:47:54 +0000 UTCCentered on Evan, the golden flames stirred up rolling heat waves, igniting even the air.
With amazing momentum, the flames attacked Voldemort, trying to devour him.
The next second, the green spell light from bottom to top passed through the flames!
Evan did not pause; immediately after casting his spell, he Apparated to Dumbledore's side.
It was enough to distract Voldemort.
The green light hit the air, and almost at the same time, Dumbledore, who had solved the serpent, also completed his magic.
The water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass.
For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass.
“MASTER!" Bellatrix screamed, and she was also blown away by Sirius's spell.
Undoubtedly, Voldemort failed. Dumbledore had him under control, and more and more water flowed there.
Under the effect of magic, these water flows turned into a solid cage, firmly trapping Voldemort.
Undoubtedly, everything was over!
The Order of the Phoenix had succeeded tonight. Their ambush caught Voldemort and the Death Eaters...
Just as this thought emerged in everyone's minds, Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed dramatically. His wand seemed to lose control, jerking upwards and causing the water to fall with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor.
Voldemort had broken free; Evan clearly felt his magic becoming more violent, unfamiliar.
This was the purest Dark power, the pure shadow power from the endless void.
This was... the power of an evil god!
Voldemort was now able to use the power of the evil god. Evan saw his figure transform into black mist, flying straight towards Harry behind Sirius. The billowing black smoke surged forward, invisible and terrifying.
Harry took a step back. He heard the shouts of Dumbledore, Evan, and Sirius, the screams of Bellatrix, and the sound of water. From a strange angle, he seemed like an outsider observing from afar.
The next second, he found himself locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature’s began.
They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape.
Harry knew he was under Voldemort's control again. He had been controlled in Norway too, but then he could only see those eyes. Now, he could clearly see the owner of those eyes—it was himself!
In this strange place, he was tightly entangled by the creature.
In front of him, a mirror appeared.
Harry looked at himself in the mirror. It was him.
But he had crimson eyes—Voldemort's eyes.
Harry only looked for a second before becoming immersed, unable to distinguish himself from his reflection.
Finally, the beast slumbering within him awakened!
A large number of crazy evil thoughts and dark energy poured into Harry's mind and occupied his heart.
He was Voldemort. No, he was an existence even older and more evil than Voldemort.
Harry couldn't tell who he was. He was falling down in endless darkness. He had so many questions to figure out, what was the prophecy in the orb in his hand, and why had Evan fallen from above the hall...
But all this was meaningless, and his resistance only accelerated his degeneration and corruption.
Just when Harry had given up resistance in despair, a narrow gap suddenly appeared, bringing a ray of light to the darkness.
It seemed to be his scar, or perhaps a crack in an eggshell.
The golden light like the sun was falling, very warm and comfortable, shining on the body warmly...
Strangely, Harry suddenly heard a scream, and he saw the creature awakened in his body screaming and fleeing.
Everything became clearer, and he saw Voldemort turning into a snake coiled around him, also trying to flee.
Without thinking, Harry reached out to touch Voldemort, just as he had touched Quirrell in his first year.
"No!" Voldemort screamed as blisters erupted where Harry touched him, quickly recoiling.
Harry looked at his hands, which were bright red as if they were burned by fire.
He held onto the snake that Voldemort had become, but Voldemort's power was immense, and he soon couldn't hold on!
Voldemort escaped, from Harry's consciousness...
In the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Evan saw Voldemort, who had escaped from Dumbledore's water cocoon, transform into black smoke and enter Harry's body.
Then, Harry began to speak—no, Voldemort was controlling Harry's body to speak.
Voldemort grew increasingly evil; he could now use the power of the evil god, pure shadow from pure darkness. His corruption was complete, and after obtaining the magic Slytherin left from the vampires, it was only a matter of time before he became a terrifying evil god.
Harry's body let out a shrill laugh, and Dumbledore's pale face was full of anger.
At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up in the fireplace along one wall, and the floor reflected the emerald flames.
A series of witches and wizards tumbled out of the fire, and Evan saw Fudge rushing out of the fireplace in a panic.
"Oh my God, Dumbledore, you are here, I..." Fudge said breathlessly, with a look of surprise on his face. Then, he looked around frantically at the Aurors he brought with him, and it was obvious that his face was ecstatic, "Arrest..."
"Shut up!" Dumbledore's voice sounded, with unprecedented fury.
Everyone was frightened by him, and no one took action. More and more wizards poured out of the fireplace.
"You, me, I..." Fudge's face flushed red and he couldn't say a word.
Everyone stared in amazement at Dumbledore, Evan, Sirius, Bellatrix, and Harry, who was laughing wildly and saying terrible words.
They didn't understand what was happening, but the situation was obviously more serious than they had imagined.
"Kill the boy, Dumbledore, put an end to everything, and prove death to me!" said Voldemort.
"You demon, come out of him!"
Just as Sirius roared for Voldemort to come out, Harry's laughter suddenly stopped.
Then there was a scream, and Voldemort seemed to have seen something terrible.
Harry's body fell forward, and Sirius caught him.
Under everyone's gaze, Voldemort came out of Harry's body, turned into black smoke again, and swirled in the air.
His form became increasingly clear, but the air around him was distorted.
He wanted to flee, and he rushed towards the screaming and crying Bellatrix...
