Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 184 Voldemort

In the magic world, death is not the end of the journey, but the beginning of another great adventure. Because of this, the ghosts wandering in the dilemma of life and death are sad existences. They are not accepted by the world of the dead, nor are they accepted by the living. Welcome to the world of ghosts. Although the ghosts walking in the cracks have a long "life", this long life is also their curse.

What is more pitiful than the ghost is the ghost who failed to seek death and was instead held in the palm of the hand. Perhaps it is the best ending at this moment to be thrown into Fox's fiery golden red fire and burned to nothing.

As for why.
Fox, who was on Dumbledore's shoulder, poked his head and looked around curiously, but Dumbledore's hand covered Fox's eyes at this moment, "It's too dirty, Fox, you'll go blind if you watch too much."

"Cuckoo?" Phoenix looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression on his face. The expression on the old man's face was too complicated to understand.

Just 1 minute ago——

The remnant soul of Voldemort caught by Harry has reached the moment of exhaustion, the flames of the phoenix have caused very serious damage to it, and before that, he cut the soul again, and took away a lot of magic power Reserve, this weak state is no better than when he was wandering in the Albanian forest to survive, without any powerful magic, maybe one or two stun spells will exhaust his last magic power, soul fragments without magic power support There is only one path to collapse and perish.

But since he was caught, it is not up to Voldemort to decide whether he will die or not. At least he can't choose to commit suicide. Death is inevitable, because maintaining the current state will consume magic power, and the remaining magic power can't last. It's too long, but there is no problem if it lasts for two or three days.

Harry, who discovered this under Dumbledore's guidance, immediately gave up the idea of ​​playing slowly.

"Hello? Professor Grindelwald?"

From Leon, Harry got a 'phone' from the wizarding world that could communicate with Grindelwald. The advantage of the double-sided mirror is that it can transmit sound, but because England has not laid a 'communication base station', relying on the portable communicator carried by the umbrella team, the effect of the call is greatly reduced.

"Can you see? Can you hear? Please blink if you are kidnapped."

Harry danced for a while at Grindelwald's head, and after more than ten seconds, the motionless head suddenly moved forward dozens of times, making a series of ghostly expressions.

"Just got stuck, the signal here is not very good."

Grindelwald's familiar voice came out, but his current location seemed to be on the other side of the earth, where he could see the blue sky, white clouds and the high hanging sun.

"It seems that your business has been settled, Harry, and the result is not bad?"

"Unexpectedly good, Fox helped a lot." Harry said with a smile, "Look, what is this in my hand."

Harry opened his palm, and a miniature person about fifteen centimeters high, bound in the form of a tortoise shell by thin gray threads, struggled and squirmed on Harry's palm, and a gray mask was pasted on his mouth. Tape, even if there is a cavity of indignation, there is no way to express it to others.

"Live Voldemort! Although there are only two or three days left in the shelf life, it's very fun. Listen, he can still swear."

As he said that, Harry tore off the tape that was pasted on the villain's mouth, and the angry and obscene words surged out. Grindelwald on the other end of the video was stunned for a moment, and then he grinned into a flower.

"Hahahahahaha! Keep it for me, keep it for me, I'll go back to you as soon as I'm done with the things here, don't play to death alone, this is not much more interesting than the last time the mouse!"

Dumbledore on the side was holding his forehead with a headache, and he knew that nothing good would happen if these two happy people got together.

"Let me tell you, professor, Voldemort is very good at studying the soul form. He can actually make the soul body have a tangible entity. If we understand this, maybe your Moran can be updated to version 2.0 , definitely exciting!"

"Even such a simulated body has all the perceptions of a normal body. I just fed him a drop of Godfather Snape's fragrant potion, and he actually Yuet. Although the potion cannot be absorbed by him, otherwise it would be impossible to continue now. Mouth stinks, but the taste must be tasted!"

"By the way, the most important thing is this, the full simulation of the soul, this is the most amazing point to me."

When he said this, the little figure on Harry's palm froze suddenly.

"Kill me! Kill me!" A chicken-killing scream sounded, and Voldemort completely lost his demeanor as the Dark Lord, "I'll tell you where my Horcrux is! It's Slytherin's ring! Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!"

The terrified little eyes turned to Dumbledore who turned his head and covered his forehead.

"Keep this demon away from me! Please... woo woo woo."

Harry, who thought he was too noisy, put the sealing tape on it again, and immediately, the mini soul fell silent.

"His soul configuration is very delicate. Even if it is just a fragment, it can completely simulate the complete human form, even including the clothes. I don't know if this is because of the Horcrux."

Harry added something, and then pinched the little man's waist with his left hand and caught him. The fingers of his right hand lifted the hem of the little man's robe, grabbed the trousers and pulled them down.

The old and the young raised their heads and looked at each other, and the two bad embryos showed exactly the same evil smiles at this moment.

"It's too dirty, Fox, you'll go blind if you look at it too much." Dumbledore pushed Fox's little head back out of curiosity, and walked a few steps to the side.

"Oh~ Tom, so that's why you don't fall in love?"

Harry suppressed the little figurine's struggle with one finger, his squinted eyes and upturned mouth formed a funny expression, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't escape the word obscene.

"Here, I solemnly teach you an exquisite move from Grindelwald."

Harry suddenly turned serious and said to Grindelwald.

"I would like to hear more about it." Grindelwald replied solemnly.

"This trick is called—"

A foul-smelling cry pierced through the tape's blockade, followed by two sinister 'hehehe' laughter echoing in the night sky.

"You can only play for two or three days."

"Not enough, not enough."

"Yeah, I finally caught it."

"Then solve this problem and wait for me to come back."

"Like?"

"Give him a physical body, at least he can play for a month longer."

"High! It's really high!"

"A little trick, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, hahahaha."

"I, Harry Potter, would call you the Baddest Embryo."

"I, Grindelwald, would call you the worst little bastard."

"Where is it, please be polite."

"By the way, boy, you asked me to check the whereabouts of Black."

"Oh? I thought you forgot, it's been two months."

"There's been a lot of chaos in North America recently. He was involved, and my people just got the news."

"will die?"

"As long as you don't run around."

"It's over, it's dead."

Harry narrowed his eyes, his mind racing again.

"Is there any help?"

"I don't know. North America is not my territory. The Magic Council would like to swallow me and my voodoo party alive. I don't have many people."

"Go to Al, he has face everywhere."

"I won't talk to you anymore, boy, I still have things to do, but if there is such a fun thing in the future, remember to contact me."

Grindelwald hung up the communication, and under the night, the boy kicked the handle into his pocket.

"What an interesting evening, eh, Professor Dumbledore?"

(End of this chapter)