Hermione's eyes were sorrowful and desperate, but Harry turned his head to explain to her: "No matter what, Hermione, I will treat you as my best friend. I will never create new tragedies to save some tragedies. I think the future is not necessarily destined, right? If I really did such a terrible thing in the future, he must have such a reason."

He untied Hermione's petrification spell, turned around and left the screaming shed, leaving her behind.

Hermione took out her wand and pointed at Harry's vest, but she had not made up her mind for a long time. She put down her wand in sorrow, covered her face, and cried loudly. It was not until Harry walked to a place where he could no longer see Hermione that the luster of the sun flowing in his arms dimmed.

"She still can't bear it, right?" Harry sighed, not knowing who said this to anyone.

"Time is here!" Harry thought so, and he re-entered the spiritual world and observed Hogwarts through the gray vision. "It's time to end all this!" Harry looked at the golden scripture of the sun in his hand and said, "When did everything change? From the day I got you... Last semester, when I saw the Philosopher's Stone, I understood a truth..."

"The real treasure is only when you don't want to be possessed by the demons."

"I lost you, mom and dad! But I also gained some sincere friends and sincere friendships... I cannot lose the treasures I already have because I long for something I don't have... Sorry, mom! Dad!" Harry burst into tears, and he wanted to close the "Sun Golden Sutra" with trembling, and his expression was very struggling.

Finally, he closed the golden magic book as if overwhelmed. When he heard the locks click, Harry seemed to have removed a burden. He suddenly felt someone hugging him. The soft touch from behind him suddenly woke him up, and then he calmed down, "How did you get here?" Harry turned around and asked.

"In the future, I have developed this magic to kill you...it can allow me to walk in the spiritual world." Hermione whispered, and she changed the subject with some shame: "It turns out that the spiritual world is like this at this time! It looks like a mirror that has lost its sense of light."

"What will the spiritual world in the future look like?" Harry asked curiously.

"It is a world without color, like ashes. At that time, in order to rule the magic world, you controlled this place with the power of those two scriptures. You intercepted the soul's way back to your destination, and the ghosts wandered here, and the muggles and wizards would approach this world in nightmare, which was full of twisted and horrifying shadows. At that time, this place was called the Nightmare World."

"I need to do the last thing!" Harry raised his head.

"Close the black undead scripture in Malfoy's hand..." Harry said firmly: "Then go to Mr. Bojin, throw away the key, and let these two magic books never open!"

Malfoy did not stay in the dormitory. Every night he would come to the Forbidden Forest. He gained a lot of knowledge of black magic from Voldemort's young soul. The power of the Black Sutra of the Undead made him stronger every day. Animagus, who became a black dragon, allowed his magic to grow fully.

These days, when rinsing your mouth, Malfoy sometimes can't help but squirt some dragon fire from his throat.

He enslaved his soul, and he began to touch his soul with magic power, and even transformed his brain. "Silent Voldemort..." Malfoy sneered: "Split his soul is simply seeking death... The lifespan of the body is easy to break through, but the lifespan of the soul is even more difficult... Split his soul in this way is simply seeking death."

"Even if you don't fall into my hands, your emotions, memories, and even wisdom will slowly disappear. In the end, what's the difference between you and those memories in the portrait? You are even worse than ghosts."

He looked at the dusty crown in his hand and asked in a low voice: "How many Horcrux do you have? Lord Voldemort? Diary... destroyed by the mysterious new Dark Lord, the soul on it fell on my hand. The defeated main soul hid invisible. The snake, which had just caught fire and was burned to ashes."

"The crown of Ravenclaw is in my hands. You hand it over to the crazy woman's golden cup... I don't even want to call her aunt to keep it. Now it should have fallen into the hands of the Dark King. By the way, there are the missing lockets and rings... I will find them. You and Voldemort are defeated! "

Malfoy opened the black scriptures of the undead in his hand, and five lamps with pale fire lights surrounded him. "Your soul will become my power, and I will make you a magic wand that condenses all your power and wisdom, goodbye forever! Mysterious man."

He whispered the ancient Egyptian language, and used silver and gold to draw two closed arcs on the ground to form a circle that reciprocates. Five lamps were placed on the five corners of the circle, forming a pentagram inside the circle. Positive energy and negative energy formed a closed loop. As a small energy cycle, this simplest wellhead structure pulls a trace of energy from the eternal well, forming a complex magic structure in the void in front of Malfoy.

"I will use positive energy and negative energy symbolizing white magic to form the Ourobosnake model in alchemy, which symbolizes the cycle of matter and energy, open a channel to the pyramid, and purify your soul into a simple fragment without consciousness." Malfoy picked up the crown on the ground and stroked it gently.

"This is the magic offered by the ancient Egyptian high priest to the god of death, which can eliminate the souls of the dead spirits."

"But the high priest will not devour the souls sacrificed to the god of death..." A calm voice came from behind Malfoy. Harry and Hermione were taking off their invisible clothes. Hermione still covered most of her face with a scarf. She raised her wand and pointed at Malfoy's heart.

"Harry Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "I didn't expect you to come to see me!"

“Isn’t the lesson that night enough?”

"I know what you rely on, the magic book you stole from the Bojin Bok Magic Store, the highest masterpiece of ancient Egyptian wizards - The Black Sutra of the Undead." Harry also pulled out his wand.

Malfoy jumped and sneered: "I haven't stole anything."
Chapter completed!