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The Broken Arm Shadowman's gaze stayed on the young man for a moment, but finally he waved his hand.

The lady understood, and quickly took the boy and the little girl out of the vice parlor.

The bonfire in the fireplace was still burning.

But compared to before, the fire has been much weaker due to the consumption of wood.

This also makes the one-armed Sombra shrouded in darkness again.

"Looks like I've failed."

The one-armed shadowman sighed.

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Voldemort in front of the bonfire, and the eyes were illuminated by the fire, which actually reflected a strange rose-red light.

"Number 1..." A dry voice came from Voldemort's throat, "don't... beg... you..."

The one-armed shadow man frowned and said:

"No. 4, you know it. No. 2 and No. 3 have been suggesting that I eat you directly. After all, you are a loser. But I rejected their proposal. It can be said that I have done my best to you. already."

The one-armed shadow man pulled out his dagger again, "The mysterious thing in the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Kingdom is very tricky. In order to save you, I not only broke one arm, but also lost a part of 'blood', such a loss is something I can't do. accepted.

But even so, I still choose to use the plan of sacrificing other people.

But as you can see, this approach doesn't work much at all.

So, I can only make up for the loss from you. "

"No! This method is useful! You...the 'blood' in your body will absorb the power of other souls to replenish itself!" Voldemort said excitedly, "As long as you kill enough...as long as you can continue to kill, you It can be restored! But you... you actually used the absorbed soul energy on that little girl!? Why? Why did you do that?"

Hearing that, the shadow man called No. 1 suddenly paused, as if he was really thinking about the question raised by Voldemort.

After a while, he replied:

"Maybe...because her eyes are beautiful?"

"Lie!" Voldemort snapped. "You're lying! I know you too well, Number 1! I am you and you are me, so you can't fool me!"

An ugly smile twisted on Voldemort's bandaged face. "She reminds you of that woman, doesn't she? Merope Gaunt, our mother! Ha! When her mother rushed out and called her a numb I already guessed it when I was a melon! This experience is exactly the same as our mother!"

Voldemort's words caused a brief look of confusion on No. 1's face.

He murmured:

"They're so alike. Even though I've never seen my mother, we couldn't find a photo of our mother there, even though we knocked the Gaunts upside down. But I just thought, They're the same. So I..."

"Shut up-"

Voldemort screamed hysterically, "I can't believe that I used to be so...so naive! Even without eyes I can guess what you look like now! Crying like a child who hasn't been weaned yet! Poor! sad!

You don't really think that woman loves us, do you?

Give up the fantasy!

That woman is not qualified to be a mother at all!

She has never loved us, she has always loved our scumbag father! "

Even if that man doesn't love her at all, even if that man abandons her without hesitation after the love potion fails!

But she still loves that man! "

No. 1 didn't speak, just watched Voldemort quietly.

Voldemort, who did not receive a response, became even more frantic, and continued:

"You don't believe it, do you? It's okay, I have evidence here!

You know, she died in childbirth after giving birth to us in front of the orphanage.

But what you don't know is that she made a wish before she died. "

Voldemort's voice grew darker and darker, eventually turning into a whimper, "She wished...that we could have the same handsome looks as our father!

Also, she is a witch. Although her magic power is so low that she is called a Squib, how could she die because of dystocia?

So... Combining these two points, the answer is clear.

Our mother had no intention of raising us at all. She voluntarily and voluntarily chose death and gave up her will to live. "

The words fell, and two tears of blood flowed from Voldemort's empty eyes.

I don't know if it was because the exercise was too intense, or because of the extreme sadness.

Not far away, No. 1, who had always remained silent, finally raised his head.

With pity written on his face, he said with some emotion:

"I didn't expect that you, as me after many years, would be so radical in your thinking. Seeing your appearance, I kind of understand why you lost to that little baby Harry Potter."

"Why... why?"

"Because ah, you have no love."

No. 1 shook his head and said, "Dumbledore is right at all, love is the most powerful force in this world. It can make the profligate love loyal, and the faithful betray. It can also make the cowardly violent and strong. It is a pity that you have abandoned such a powerful force like nothing.

The most ridiculous thing is that you even tried to convince me to accept your philosophy that has been proven to fail.

What if my mother doesn't love me?

I love her, it has nothing to do with whether she loves me or not!

I also love the world, it has nothing to do with whether they love me or not! "

While speaking, No. 1 opened his arms.

The sympathetic look on his face was particularly ironic against the huge corpse mountain behind him.

Voldemort couldn't see all this, but he still sensed the weird smell in No. 1's words.

He opened his mouth blankly, as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that before he could make a sound, the dagger inlaid with green gems had already stabbed into his chest.

A large amount of soul energy is constantly being drawn away.

But unlike before, the soul energy extracted from Voldemort's body was glowing with a rose-red color that was the same color as No. 1 pupil.

With the influx of this rose-red soul energy, the gray-white energy at No. 1's broken arm also boiled.

These two energies constantly intertwined and merged, and finally broke through the shackles of certain rules!

puff-

A brand new arm suddenly grew back from No. 1's wound.

This whole root has a weird blue-gray color, and through the thick layer of mucus and delicate epidermis, you can even directly see the blood flowing inside and the twitching muscles.

The dagger was pulled away, and No. 1 carefully looked at his brand-new arm and found that it was the same as the original arm except that it was tender and thinner, so he nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Voldemort fell to the ground clutching his chest.

He is not dead.

But it's almost dead.

No. 1 has just pulled out nearly half of his soul, which is an irreparable damage to the pair!

But even so, he was still happy.

Because he knew very well that No. 1 could have killed him directly.

This is a huge help for No. 1!

But the last No. 1 didn't do that.

Seemingly aware of Voldemort's inner thoughts, No. 1 shook his head and said:

"How could I kill you? You are more cordial to me than my brother. Not only will I not kill you, but I will also prepare the highest-standard resurrection ritual for you, so that you will have a healthy body and a healthy body again. Tough power.

Because I love you too! "

No. 1 spoke softly, but Voldemort's body trembled uncontrollably again when he heard the words.

It was as if what No. 1 had just done was not a true confession.

It's a death announcement from the **** of death!

…

"Jingle Bell-"

Hogwarts Castle.

Inside the Gryffindor bedroom.

With a sudden alarm sound, Harry sat up abruptly from the bed.

"Hu Chi! Hu Chi..."

His eyes were straight, his breathing was short, and his whole body was almost soaked with sweat.

Ron, who was sleeping opposite him, raised his head and asked sleepily:

"Damn! Who set the alarm clock! The exam has been over for so many days, why is it still ringing?"

Harry pulled away the sweat that was clinging to his forehead because of sweat and said:

"I...I'm dreaming again."

"what?!"

Ron woke up instantly.

"Harry's Dream" has become Ron's psychological shadow after the previous World War I of Mysteries.

He jumped up from the bed in an instant and said excitedly:

"What did you dream about again?"

Hearing this, Harry shook his head and said:

"No, the dream this time... uh... it's not the kind of dream you think, it's just... just a nightmare."

"Really?" Ron still wasn't quite convinced. "Then tell me what exactly did you dream about?"

Harry's brows furrowed, and he said in a dream-like voice:

"I dreamed of an endless darkness deep within me. Then...then there was a gentle voice that couldn't tell the difference between men and women, and kept saying to me...I love you, I love you..."

"Ah, that's it, that's fine."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said smoothly, "I guess you must be thinking about a little girl, it's no big deal, the dreams I've had are more exciting than yours! Gee, you're too much I’m a little less ambitious, and I don’t even dare to dream boldly. For a dream of your level, I’m afraid you don’t even need to change your underwear, right?”

After saying that, Ron winked at Harry somewhat slyly.

Harry was a little speechless and could only smile twice.

But aside from the colored part of Ron's words, Harry actually agreed with Ron.

His dream this time shouldn't be a big problem.

Because he has practiced Occlumency for so long, he already has sufficient experience in resisting brain invasion.

At least, he could still tell if someone had deliberately invaded his brain or if he was really dreaming.

Moreover, Voldemort's previous plan to lure him into a trap by invading his brain was also used by Link, and he succeeded in killing the Death Eaters almost completely, and Voldemort himself was seriously injured.

In this case, Voldemort should not dare to invade his brain in the short term.

Thinking of this, Harry also sighed in relief.

At the same time, Ron was intrigued by the previous topic.

He crept onto Harry's bed, squeezed into Harry's bed, and said in a low voice:

"Harry, don't say I'm not good enough to be a brother. Lavender has been connecting her best friends lately, and I can get in touch with you if you want. I want to find a girl in your identity and fame. Friends shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this, Harry raised his eyebrows, seemingly moved.

But soon, the figure of Qiu Zhang flashed in his mind.

This made his brows wrinkle again:

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"You've had that kind of dream and said you're not interested, it's really duplicitous, you want me to say..."

Ron stopped halfway through his words.

Harry turned his head a little strangely, only to find that Ron was looking in the direction of the alarm clock with a dull expression.

"Harry, I probably know who set the alarm just now."

"who is it?"

Harry asked, standing up and looking in the direction of the alarm clock.

The process was a little difficult as Ron was pushing him on the outside.

"That's what I set," Ron said, looking a little ugly, "but it's not an alarm clock for early morning, it's an alarm clock for lunch."

Ron's words fell, and Harry just caught a glimpse of the pointer on the alarm clock.

Unbiased, exactly 12:05!

thump—

Without any nonsense, Harry jumped out of the bed and started getting dressed as fast as he could.

Ron on the other side was doing the same thing.

Their age is when they eat a lot to increase their body. It may be okay to skip a breakfast, but if you miss a lunch...

That is simply torture!

"I should have thought long ago that with our biological clock after the exam, how could it be woken up by the morning bell? Damn, I'm afraid we can only catch up with the dessert part at this point in time."

Ron grumbled as he dressed.

Harry bowed his head silently, hurriedly dressed and ignored Ron, and rushed out of the dormitory.

As Ron said, they were long overdue.

Now is not the time to wait for each other, it is serious for anyone to go to the scene first and leave more food.

Ron was finally anxious when he saw this.

He didn't care that his coat was still on, he hurriedly chased after him.

The two galloped all the way towards the auditorium, and all the way was students who had finished their lunch and were returning home.

The faces of these people were all filled with cheerful smiles.

Such a smile has not disappeared from everyone's faces in recent days.

Because, OWL and a series of end-of-year exams have ended.

Although some people also know that they are not very good in the test.

But at least the test results will not be released for a short time.

So this period has basically become a carnival week for students.

Almost any student, regardless of their usual grades, will start to have revenge play these days to make up for the joy they had previously lost due to the stress of exams.

For example, Lavender mentioned earlier by Ron.

The way these guys pursue pleasure is quite primitive and extreme.

Adhering to the concept is - do not take the initiative, not responsible!

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and Hermione is a good example.

After Harry ran to the auditorium, he could clearly see that Hermione was reading a newspaper.

She was so serious, her brows sometimes wrinkled and then loosened, and she was so excited that she pinched the edge of the newspaper.

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