Chapter 650 Riddle's disappearance

Ron came in from outside the lounge and he glanced at the familiar direction, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Neville were all there. He walked over, Hermione fiddled with her book of magic, a long string of ancient magic texts wrapped around her wrist like a pendant rope.

This series of magic texts actually had no practical effect. Hermione just brought them together for entertainment.

She glanced at the table from time to time and watched the other three people playing the wizard card. The magical villain in front of Harry sat in the air weakly, and the two soldiers were eyeing each other, as if they could pounce on them at any time.

Ron stood beside him, and Ginny saw him, but she ignored him and instead urged Harry to play the card quickly.

Harry still received Hermione's reminder, and he turned around and said in surprise: "Ron?" He said in a false tone: "Here you please help me see how to lose this card, I mean... how to get it."

"Don't think about cheating." Ginny said fiercely.

Ron hesitated for a moment, took out a note from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Professor Hayp asked me to give it to you, you'd better see... I, I asked for you, there should be no danger."

"What stupid things are you saying? How could Harry be in danger?" Ginny glared at him dissatisfied.

Harry took the note, glanced at it, and was slightly stunned. "What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hermione asked, feeling that Ron's attitude was not right.

"Nothing, it's about the patron saint." Harry gave her a look of 'to talk later', and he didn't want Ginny to know. He put the note in his pocket, "Well--thank you, Ron, why not--"

"No," Ron said vaguely, "I'm a little tired." He dragged his foot toward the dormitory, quiet for a few seconds, and Ginny's urging sound came from behind him. Harry responded and began to play cards, and then screamed on behalf of his little man, who was beaten to death by the joint efforts of Ginny and Neville.

The next day, Felix and Dumbledore arrived in Classroom 7 early, and the two teamed up to complete the preparations.

Not far below the Ourobosnake, there is an area covered with magic that looks like a glowing cage, and that's what they have done.

"It's almost time, I'll go out and take a look." Felix said. Sure enough, he found Harry looking around outside the door. He obviously thought that the professor and the principal would only appear on both sides of the corridor, and he didn't pay attention to the closed door behind him. When Felix leaned his head out of the inside, he was quite surprised.

"This is a protection for you." Felix said, pointing to the magical building that looked like a birdcage. Harry stood in it uncomfortable. He looked up at the arc-shaped magic power hanging from above his head, feeling that he was treated with Hedwig.

Felix and Dumbledore exchanged glances and began casting spells.

The huge weaving snake slowly moved, its mouth wide open, and Voldemort appeared. His appearance did not change much, and he still looked like an evil half-dead person.

Two bright lights shot out from Felix's eyes, Voldemort suddenly opened his scarlet eyes and shouted in a voice full of hatred, "Felix Hepp--" At the same time, deep in his memory, Riddle felt that the world he had lived in for thirty years began to collapse.

"Professor Riddle!" a student shouted in panic.

"Silent." Riddle said calmly, although he was already shocked and even his thinking was slowed down half a beat. He raised his head and saw the blue sky from the black magic defense class classroom on the fourth floor - Hogwarts Castle cracked from the middle.

The next second, even the sky was divided into two halves, and a scarlet light surged in from the cracks. Riddle saw clearly that it was an ugly and hideous snake face, and the red light shot out from the man's eyes. He also heard an extremely resentful voice, "Felix Happ!"

Who is that? Riddle was stunned for a moment. Then a huge amount of information came in, and he knew everything almost instantly.

I...just a memory? Riddle thinks it's ridiculous.

Harry was so nervous that he was about to lose his voice, clenched his fists and didn't know what to do. In his eyes, Professor Happ just glanced at Voldemort, and then Voldemort woke up from his sleep, and even under the constraints of the patron saint of the Ourotosaurus, he burst out with powerful evil magic.

The surroundings were corroded and poisoned, and they could not see their five fingers, just like late at night.

He remembered that Professor Hepp once said that if Voldemort knew it, he would probably not be happy. Now Harry thought that this sentence was too light and Voldemort would be crazy. Maybe he had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life.

The cages around Harry were first lit up, followed by the patron saint of the Weavernos, and the figures of Felix and Dumbledore were looming in the darkness. Felix spread out one hand, and two Horcruxes were hanging in the air. Voldemort immediately sensed it. He raised his head suddenly and stared at the locket and the gold cup.

"Dumbledore? No, you're Felix Hepp." A young voice came from his mouth, with incredible feelings, but was covered in a gloomy, hoarse, crazy voice.

"Hipp, Dumbledore, don't think about it! I will never do what you wish!"

Voldemort was still restricted, but he was not powerless to fight back. For a great wizard like him, as long as he was given time, any restriction was not perfect, and there was always a way to break and bypass the restrictions. In particular, he also came into contact with some of Riddle's research results on the patron saint, which was a godsend opportunity to escape. For this reason, he even gave up directly destroying the memory that seemed completely false in his opinion.

"Riddle, now is your only chance."

After Felix finished speaking, he passed on an idea: to seize the power of the Horcrux, and to reversely merge Voldemort with the help of himself and Dumbledore, occupying the nest. The patron saint knowledge that Riddle has studied for "for many years" is a bait for Voldemort, so that he will not kill immediately.

Felix's hand made a "crack" sound, and the golden cup was transformed by him. This was pure physical force and did not harm the Horcrux at all. Even if it was crushed into powder, it was useless, but his approach undoubtedly awakened the sleeping soul fragments inside.

Rolling black smoke emerged from the gaps in his fingertips and condensed into a young, handsome, and evil face. It hesitated, with only an almost instinctive consciousness, it felt the body give instructions to it and let it return to its body.

Voldemort's mouth let out a "hoho" howl of pain.

Because Voldemort intends to assimilate the knowledge of the patron saint carried by the new personality, and they are originally one, the deepest secret in Voldemort's heart is unreservedly presented to Riddle, filled with unbridled killing, cruel and bloody experiments, and twisted and perverted desire torture and domination.

Riddle was shocked by the evil past of "another self". Is this the normal self developed under the original trajectory?

To some extent, Felix's plan worked.

Under his influence (or threat), Riddle never left school for a long time. Except for occasionally conceiving and planning what he thought was an "evil domination plan", he spent most of his time teaching students and dealing with the Ministry of Magic. No matter what he thought, those cruel thoughts had never been put into practice. At this moment, he felt that he was in a ghost world, and an emotion that came from the heart was uncontrollably produced.

The black gas from the golden cup of Hufflepuff flew towards Voldemort.

"No-I don't regret it-never-"

Dumbledore held the old wand and recited a complex spell. Felix also used memory magic to help the weak Riddle. With the joint efforts of the two, Voldemort's will was temporarily suppressed, and Riddle temporarily gained the upper hand, but he did not feel happy.

"Dumbledore, is this all fake?" he asked Felix viciously.

Felix said nothing.

"What does I mean to you, a handy tool?" he shouted again, his voice clearer. Obviously, he gained some of the power from the soul fragments of the Horcrux, and the locket Horcrux was also affected, and a large amount of black gas was poured out.

Harry fell to the ground without warning, twitching all over.

The scar on his forehead hurt violently, as if a person in his body had come to his senses and began to stretch his hands and feet, and his brain was stirred up. This feeling was so painful. Harry knocked on the skull hard, and he felt that the creature was about to lift his skull, and rolling black smoke emerged along the scar on his forehead, and his mouth and nose.

At this time, the birdcage-like space he was staying protected him. At the intersection of magic, a black gem ring shone brightly.

"Tell me, Dumbledore!" Riddle's questioning was still echoing in the room.

"If you must know--" Felix's voice came from the black fog, "You are the most special student I have ever taught, and the warrior I have personally trained and pushed to the battlefield."

The black fog surging like a wave.

Harry could no longer hear their conversation, and the soul of the locket returned to Voldemort's body first, but at this moment, Voldemort, who had been suppressed, chose to take a desperate bet in desperate situations.

He wiped out two pieces of his soul with his own hands.

The black mist that surged from Harry's forehead returned to Harry's body in the blink of an eye, "If you have the ability, kill him and kill that boy!" Voldemort's snake-like face twisted and roared, "He is the last, the last! Dumbledore, Hepp, you have to be cruel, like me!"

Voldemort's counterattack came quickly and fiercely, and was caught off guard.

"Albus--" Felix said, opening the hut of thought. This magic is completely useless to Voldemort's soul, but it works for memory. Dumbledore controls the Ourobos to swallow Voldemort on the other side.

Voldemort roared wildly in the Ourobosnake, struggling desperately, but his voice became lower and lower, gradually becoming inaudible.

Felix closed his eyes, and a large number of silver-lighted stars appeared in front of him, and gathered in one direction. After a while, he reached out and put them together. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dumbledore watching Harry carefully.

"He still has rescue?" Dumbledore asked softly as he checked. He was referring to Riddle.

Felix shook his head.

"Sometimes, we just have no choice," Dumbledore said.

Felix smiled, "No need to comfort me, I know what I am doing, and I am ready to bear all the consequences... How is Harry's situation?"

"It's great to be young, and you're always not worried about lacking courage." Dumbledore said with emotion. Then, he said solemnly, "It's not great, the soul fragments are still there, Voldemort is too decisive, even if he hesitates for a while, he may succeed. The problem now is that the soul is still active and must be dealt with as soon as possible... Go to the school hospital first."

The old man stared at Harry deeply.

Straws of black air still oozed out from Harry's forehead, and the lightning-like scar was as red as blood.
Chapter completed!