章節 1673: v2 Chapter 1673： Black witch's hand
There was a burst of pain in the scar, and Harry had a strong feeling of vomiting. He felt very depressed.
This is not the first time he has murdered from the perspective of Voldemort, but every time he makes him very uncomfortable.
A life was hurt by his own hands. When the curse was hidden in the life of the old man, the guilty feeling of never-ending was filled with Harry's heart.
Even if he is not killing, but this realistic feeling
The night became more intense, and the cold black air pressure came.
undefinedThere was no light around, and only Harry was alone in this place, inexplicably sad and desperate.
The music that came on and off was getting more and more sad, and Harry felt that he might be forced to go crazy.
He tried to shout, but he couldn't make any sound, only to make him more desperate.
Anyway, he would rather face Voldemort himself and don't want to be alone.
Harry wanted to figure out what's going on, and where is this place.
Suddenly, when Harry was thinking, he heard footsteps.
Someone is approaching, who will be?
The bleak glow of the wand dispelled the darkness, bringing an unpleasant light, and Harry saw a wizard in a black cloak.
"Ron, is that you?" Harry opened his mouth and made no noise.
The magic that binds him is so powerful that he loses all control over his body, and only the soul is alone in this body.
"Harry Potter, the black devil's fateful opponent." The black wizard said slowly.
Not Ron, the voice of this voice sounds harsh, very old, and it is an uncomfortable feeling.
This is an old woman, her age is definitely a lot, Harry guessed.
The next second, he reacted, this is the black witch!
The woman with many terrible legends, the terrible black wizard who is not inferior to Voldemort.
The black witch went to Harry and stared at him.
"It's amazing, the power of fate is reflected in you, Harry Potter, your body has unparalleled power."
She said, reaching out from the cloak to touch Harry's scar.
Unexpectedly, the skin of these hands is fair and beautiful, very beautiful, and well maintained, but it is not like the hand that the witch should have, not the hand that the black witch should have. In Harry's imagination, the black witch's hand should be rough and wrinkled, at least to match her age.
This is very unusual. How can this old woman always have such a hand? !
Touched by her, Harry's scars came with a painful pain.
He glared at each other, this is the only way he can express his emotions now.
"The son of fate, Harry Potter!" The black witch said softly, "Your fate has been doomed from the moment of birth. When the Dark Lord defeats you, he will gain the power of your body and become very powerful." No one can beat him, he will be the best candidate."
The best candidate? !
What the old witch was saying, Harry could not fully understand her words.
"This is your destiny, Harry Potter, I should have summoned the Dark Lord to end your life right away, but there are more important things that I need to do. Come on, let's go to the final place, you will Fortunate enough to witness history, as a sad mortal, you will witness the starting point of my master's return."
She took out a wand with a lot of engravings and waved at Harry, and Harry floated.
He floated in the air uncontrollably and followed the black witch forward, leaving the room.
A night wind blew, and Harry finally saw where they are now, very high, and seems to be in the clouds.
Here is a towering tower, below which is a huge invisibility of a castle. It looks like a monster. The sights can be seen everywhere. The walls are covered with wreckage. Cracks can hardly see the true colors of the building.
In the distant night, the light blue brilliance is flashing, and Harry doesn't know what is going on there.
The black witch stopped and she was looking at the place where the blue light was shining.
"The wonderful power, powerful and wonderful, the help of your friend Evan Mason helped me." The black witch said.
Ai Wen!
He came here, and Harry was delighted, and then turned to worry.
"I don't know what method the boy used, but his arrival really awakened the undead in this land, including the sleeping evil." The black witch continued, seemingly talking to himself, "This is an ancient spell." The magic, illusion is reconstructed in reality, and the lost soul will return to the world. It is wonderful that the boy must have a special magic item that can resist the darkness of the place, and he wakes up all the sleep. The undead. He tried to resolve the darkness of the place, but it was destined to be useless. The undead were all awake. Nothing could stop me. I will get the spell to help the Dark Lord achieve immortality. When everything is over, my master will After the final advent, the catastrophe will finally come, and the endless night will eventually cover the land."
The black witch gave a shrill laugh, and Harry really wanted her to shut up.
This woman is crazy, a person is talking about some plausible words, what master, what catastrophe, what destruction.
This is an out-and-out madman, and Harry thinks that her bit Rovery is still nervous, and he has no time to listen to her.
He has been trying to control his body and get rid of the shackles of magic, but he has not achieved any effect.
The black witch was alone in the gods for a while, and the blue light in the distance was expanding rapidly. Soon, the castle at the foot of Harry was covered in blue light and shadow, and Harry was surprised to see that the castle was recovering at its visible speed and returning to its former scene.
It is amazing that the broken place is complemented by light and shadow. Above the tower, a female war **** statue is condensing.
The black witch's laughter came to an abrupt end, and it was hit by the blue light and shadow, and she seemed to suffer tremendous damage.
Harry clearly saw that her hands were changing, the white and smooth skin began to dim, losing all the luster, like the trees that were dying quickly, life passed away from her hands, in the harsh screams Soon, her hand became unrecognizable, like the claws of a monster.
Blue-gray, full of folds.
"Damn magic!" The black witch cursed, hiding behind the blue light and waving the wand.
She seems to want to stop the spread of blue light and shadow, but it does not play any role.
Harry spoke with joy and he recovered his control of his body.
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