Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"Well, you are all happy, don't because I have a hole. Harry, smile, anyway, we finally got you back safely." George looked around and continued to ask, "Ro. What about Bill and How are they not crowded around my bed?"

"Bill hasn't come back yet, Ron is upstairs, he's in a coma," said Mrs. Weasley. "Their group met a mysterious man."

The smile on George's face faded away. "Ron is okay?"

"Nothing, he may have woke up." Avon said, "Let's go see him."

Several people came down the stairs to Ron's room, and he lay quietly on the bed.

"Oh, Ron, is he really okay?"

"It can be determined that there is no physical harm." Ai Wen said, "He"

At this moment, Ron’s face suddenly flashed a painful expression.

"Ai Wen, what happened to him?" Ginny hurriedly asked.

"He looks very painful!"

"This is exactly what I am worried about, directly acting on the spirit and even the magic of the soul." Ai Wen said, observing Ron's expression. "When we arrived, he was entangled in the black fog of Voldemort. Voldemort's body has Some of the evil spirits are gone. His black fog is not only black magic, but also a part of the attacking characteristics of evil spirits. It can directly affect the spirit or spirit. Just like the dementors, it seems to affect Ron. This is him. The reason he has been unconscious, his condition is not very good."

Noticing the expressions of Harry, Ginny, and Hermione, Evan hurriedly added, "But don't worry too much. This mental or spiritual influence is usually very short and will not leave unrecoverable damage, Ron. I will probably have a little nightmare, then I will wake up."

Unless Voldemort left part of his soul in Ron's body, as if he had influenced Harry, the magic would dissipate and he would soon recover.

Voldemort certainly won't do that. His soul can't continue to split. Even if he splits, he won't choose Ron to become a Horcrux. But Ai Wen doesn't know much about the evil spirits. I don't know what characteristics Voldemort will become. He felt that when Ron woke up, he would check his condition again.

"I really hope that he can recover as soon as possible. Their group is the worst. I heard about Moody."

"All blame me!" Harry whispered, "Mad-eyed and Ron, George's ear, and if I didn't agree to the plan."

"Don't say that, Harry!"

"No, it's my fault!" said Harry stubbornly. "I should fight with Voldemort alone."

Looking at the painful Ron in bed, his internal organs are as tight as a fist.

"You have done a good job. I listened to Hagrid and said that your magic has knocked him back. This is something that no one has done."

"Not me!" Harry said faintly. "It's my wand. My wand has taken action."

"But that's impossible, Harry." Hermione euphemistically said, "You mean that you have magic in the unconscious, and you instinctively reacted."

"No!" said Harry. "I just said it to Ai Wen and Sirius. When the motorcycle was falling, I couldn't figure out where Voldemort was, but my wand turned a circle in my hand. He shot him a curse, and I didn't even know what the curse was. I never made a golden flame before."

"It sounds really bizarre."

"Maybe you have the power that you don't even know yourself, you can defeat the power of Voldemort," Elaine said.

"My dad said that a person often gives magic that he never dreamed of." Ginny nodded and said, "Like an untrained child."

She wants to lift the magical riot example, but Harry interrupted him with a bite. "Not like that, it's not my strength!"

"Maybe because of the wand," Avon said.

"W€?"

"Yeah, I just guessed what you said, but I am not sure." Avon said, "Harry's wand may be related to the power of Voldemort. When he tried to kill Harry, it automatically carried out. Come back. Just like a few years ago, when we came back from the resurrection,"

Harry didn't hear the words behind Evan because his scars suddenly hurt without warning.

Suddenly, the pain of the scar reached its peak.

He grabbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and a voice screamed and screamed in his mind.

"You told me that if you use someone else's wand, the problem will be solved!"

Harry’s mind suddenly appeared as a thin, sly old man, ragged and lying on the stone floor.

He made a terrible, long scream, and the voice was filled with unbearable pain...

"No! No! I beg you, I beg you..."

"How dare you deceive the Voldemort, Ollivander!"

"I didn't... I swear I didn't..."

"You want to help Potter, you want to help Potter escape from me!"

"I swear I didn't... I thought it would work if I changed a wand..."

"Then explain and explain this, Lucius's wand is destroyed!"

"I don't understand... that kind of connection...only exists...between your two wands..."

"lie!"

"I beg you, beg you..."

Harry saw the white hand lift his wand and felt Voldemort's violent anger, seeing the weak old man squirming painfully on the ground.

"Once my magic is successful, I will throw away the weak weapon of the wand, but before that, you have to tell me the secret of the wand, I want"

"Harry?"

Everything suddenly disappeared, and Harry was sitting next to Ron, his hands clasping the quilt tightly.

The scar was still a stab and pain, and after a moment he realized where he was.

"Are you listening to me?" asked Ai Wen.

"Your face looks terrible."

"I'm fine!" Harry said with a trembling voice. "My face is better than Olivier's. It's really a problem with the wand..."

He seemed to be frightened by the original book he had just seen.

"But this should stop! Your scars, it shouldn't be like this anymore!" Hermione said immediately.

"You must never let that connection come back, Dumbledore wants you to close your brain!"

"It’s a very dangerous act whether you invade his brain or let him enter you," Avon said.

After Voldemort broke the magic limit tonight, he and Harry re-established contact.

As long as Voldemort's mood fluctuated drastically, Harry could enter his brain.

Voldemort probably forgot to close his brain, or may not be able to

In his current state, the damage to the brain that invaded Harry tonight will certainly be quite large, so large that it cannot be recovered.

Seeing that Harry had not answered, Hermione had seized his arm in the past.

"Harry, he has occupied the Ministry of Magic, the newspaper, and half of the magic world! Don't let him occupy your brain again!"

"I understand!" Harry muttered. "I will control myself and try to close my brain. But don't you think that the ones I saw are valuable? He grabbed Ollivander and wanted to get a wand. The secret, and he is doing the magic, if he succeeds, he does not need a wand!"