Look at Lao Fu again. Although he is in so much pain that he wants to twist his head off, he can still endure the extreme pain of squeezing his soul, and at least he can barely stay awake.
Feeling that the intensity of the magic was almost there, the maggot version of Tom raised his wand and wanted to blow up the ceiling above Harry.
He had to pay special attention now, he had to calculate the timing and position of his attack, just break the leg, but don't kill the magic stone extractor.
But at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and everything in his sight became distorted.
Oops!
Voldemort screamed something bad in his heart. Although he withstood the severe mental pain with his willpower, the physical reaction caused by the pain forced his already flawed temporary body into a desperate situation.
At this time, Harry was already lying on the ground, covering the scar on his forehead and shaking uncontrollably.
Ever since meeting Voldemort, Harry's scar began to hurt, and the pain became more severe as time went by.
When the Dark Lord shattered part of his soul, the intensity of the pain began to rise rapidly. Soon, under the self-protection of his brain, Harry fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Only his body was still twitching from time to time under the influence of pain.
Voldemort actually laughed out loud when he saw this. Is this fate? He makes plans, but always misses the goal he is pursuing.
His plan had completely failed. Even if he controlled Harry while he was still awake at the end, he would not have the energy left to force him to take out the Philosopher's Stone.
In the air confrontation with Dumbledore, he finally lost again to the person he once feared the most.
But now, he was almost unable to control the magic power that was starting to get out of control.
At this point, Voldemort, who had no hope of getting the Sorcerer's Stone, calmed down and looked at Harry lightly, "Boy, don't die."
"Boom." In the huge explosion, Voldemort's deformed body was torn into pieces by the gushing magic power, rushing in all directions.
The illusory and broken soul was ups and downs in the waves of magic. Before leaving, he glanced at Harry meaningfully again. Putting aside the prophecy, this time he was really interested in the boy himself. If used properly, If so, it might bring him an unexpected surprise.
Seeing a light blue light curtain covering the prone Harry, Voldemort knew that there must be someone paying attention here, and protected the arrogant boy.
The outcome of failure is already doomed. Since there is no way to change anything, it is better to end this farce as soon as possible. The majestic Dark Lord does not even bother to wail like a defeated dog.
Goodbye, boy of destiny, I hope next time you can see the real Voldemort who has brought you supreme glory.
Silently saying goodbye to the boy who, despite being frightened, still had the courage to charge towards him, Voldemort's remnant soul rushed to the ceiling at an extremely fast speed, penetrated and disappeared from Ani's perception.
When Ani entered the room with Hermione, everything was calm.
"Harry!" the little witch anxiously rushed to her friend who fell on the ground, "Ani, come on, save him."
"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry is fine. He's not hurt at all, just a little tired." As the controller of the barrier, Ani knew the boy's state clearly. In the hedging, the energy is consumed too much.
"Don't worry, take a few days to rest, have a good sleep, and wake up a great young man again." Ani comforted Hermione softly and helped the little witch up.
Then he waved his wand, and the robes on Harry's body suddenly came to life and stretched themselves flat. Then the fabrics on the four corners worked together to lift the unconscious body of the master.
If you don't consider the difference between the legs hanging on the ground and the tail, this painting style is very toothy.
As if he had the ability to move freely for the first time, the man in the robe trotted excitedly, his short legs crisscrossing each other quickly, and he ran back in a hurry.
"It's an indescribable transfiguration. If only I could do it." Hermione's voice was trembling. Tonight's experience was a bit too underworld for a little girl.
Although I didn't witness it with my own eyes, a professor died like that, leaving only a piece of clothes and a small pool of ashes.
After seeing Ani, Hermione felt confident again. After the girl's tense nerves relaxed, all kinds of thoughts came to her, even making her think that her brave performance just now was just an illusion.
She is scared now.
The little witch, who was in desperate need of a sense of security, timidly grabbed Aini's clothes and followed him back step by step.
"I think you can do it before you graduate from the third grade, Hermione. Your talent may be even more outstanding than you think." Aini did not hesitate to praise the young girl's academic master. Sometimes praise has a healing effect on fear. Stronger than comfort.
"Really?" The little witch's cheeks were slightly red and her steps were brisk.
"Of course it's true, otherwise I would have to add an A to your third-year Transfiguration score."
How could you say such terrible things in such an understatement?
Thinking of an A mixed in a report card full of O's, Hermione felt her body, which was just a little warm, getting worse.
You are abusing your power!
The little witch's delicate little face was squeezed into the shape of a bun in anger. She angrily let go of her hands that were holding Aini's clothes, and turned her back without looking at him.
"If you have time, I can give you some tutoring on the advanced use of transfiguration. Maybe you will be able to meet the standard by the end of the third-year semester. If you can do this, I will exempt you from the exam at the end of the semester and give you full marks directly."
Aini smiled and turned his head. Teachers always have the best way to deal with good students.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the little witch looked over with great interest, her two big eyes shining brightly, full of curiosity.
Every time Aini teaches her some knowledge outside of books, it's like opening a new door for her in the palace of magic. The attractiveness of this condition has almost reached full level for Hermione.
But she just put on an angry look, and it was really embarrassing to ask her to change again.
"Hey, what's that sound in front of you?" As he spoke, he seemed to hear a "boom" in front of him, but it was so fun to tease the little witch, and Hermione took up most of his mind. Ani was not sure if he heard it right just now. .
"I didn't hear clearly. Let's go and take a look. Harry is already far away." The little witch used the steps to instantly complete the change of expression. The corners of her mouth slightly raised to keep up with Aini's pace, and her little hands naturally held hers again. Robe in front.
At this time, the two also passed the desert level jointly set up by Bill and Ani.
Of course, now this is just an ordinary house.
Entering the previous room, the flames had all dissipated. Except for the square table with the bottle in the middle, there was nothing around it.
As soon as they entered the door, the two of them saw Harry. His robe led him to stop at the door opposite. There was a table blocking the two of them, so they couldn't see clearly for a while.
