Chapter 79 You will always be our child (two in one)

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 79 You will always be our child (two in one)

"Torn to pieces!"

"Room and explode!"

"Split up!"

The ravaged huge rocks were completely shattered under one magic ravage after another, but before it could enjoy its old age, a repair spell pulled the poor stone target back to the world.

Magic is really easy to use!

Before the sky was completely dark, Harry found an open space and started an experiment. The invisible and intangible magic heart did not strengthen his body, and his physical strength did not move at all, but its impact on magic was huge.

But that doesn't seem to be a good thing. At least for Harry, it's not entirely a good thing.

He became even more ‘short’.

Because of the rate of fire like a white ivory water-sucking gun, Harry's magic is not enough. The limit of 120 rounds of the limit is enough for White ivory to cause trouble for more than ten seconds. If the rate of fire is full and reaches the theoretical limit of 1,300 rounds per minute, Glock, with a speed of 21 seconds, can completely drain Harry's magic in six seconds.

The pumped magic heart made the magic flow in Harry's body extremely fast. Simply put, his magic output per unit time is higher than that of other wizards, which will strengthen the power of the spell, but the cost is higher magic consumption and additional waste.

If the previous consumption was 1, then the current consumption was 4. One of them was an increase in the spell, but the remaining two were meaningless wastes. The magic power that cannot be completely transformed by the spell has no positive meaning except for creating a more loud magic blast sound than before.

Perhaps using the current scary sound of firing to deafen the enemy is a new strategy to fight against the enemy?

"Then this is too fucking."

Harry complained speechlessly that the white ivory was half broken. Although the power of the spell was doubled, the consumption of four times made him completely become a man in seconds. He could use the white ivory that Harry had squeezed dry in six or seven seconds to make him extremely demanding.

Ebony is even worse. If the white ivory is only half-waste, ebony will be completely relieved. Its original magic power consumption is twice that of the white ivory. After the current increase, it will require eight times the magic power of the standard spell that can increase the spell by three times. Every time it uses magic, its body feels hollowed out.

"What two little fairies."

Looking at the black and white evil spirits in his hand, Harry felt a little crying and tears. He didn't want such reinforcement at all, but there was no channel for refunds for this forced thing.

Harry was forced to accept this fact. After returning to the dormitory, he fell asleep and wanted to empty his head. There was always a solution to the troubles, but if he was anxious, he would not be anxious.

A slight snoring sounded, Harry slept very deeply, and the dark dreamland that came with the nightfall outlined a tunnel that seemed to be endless.

A little light lit up in the darkness, getting closer and bigger.

At this moment, the heartbeat that had been hidden before appeared again, and the powerful pumping sound became clearer as the light approached.

"Why did I get home?"

Looking at the familiar decoration around, a long-lasting sense of familiarity was gradually recovered. This is a spacious room with soft Persian carpets on the floor and a spacious double bed that allows people to roll around at will. The bookshelf on one side is filled with various sets of comics. On the opposite side, the high wall made of figures is pleasing to the eye.

This is a standard house. If you really want to say there is any difference, it is probably that this house is richer, and the figure wall looks like the down payment of a house.

This is the most ingenious picture in Harry's memory, even if he already knows that he will never be able to return here again.

"Oh, it turns out to be a dream."

Harry, who seemed to have come back to his senses, sighed a little lonely, "I thought I had forgotten it a long time ago, but I didn't expect I still remember it."

"This is all in the past." He laughed terriblely, and the pictures around him changed their style after blurring. They were also familiar to him. This was his bedroom in Dursley's house.

"This is my home, too."

Harry, who had a smile on his face, gently pushed open the door after looking for a week. The picture behind the door was not the corridor of Dursley's house, but an empty and uninhabited trail. The rails on one side extended to the distance. If Harry was not mistaken, this is Station 9.

"There should be a Hogwarts Express," he looked up at the sign on the 9 platform and muttered, and a scarlet steam locomotive with steaming white smoke suddenly appeared.

"But what is the meaning of this dream?"

Lucid dreams are not something unusual. It is quite magical to actively change the picture of a dream while keeping consciousness awake, but what does this mean?

Just as he was thinking about this question, the surrounding pictures once again became blurred, the station was shrouded in thick fog, and in front of him was a very tall and gorgeous mirror - that was the Eris Magic Mirror.

Harry got closer, and the mirror reflected his appearance, or, it should be said, what he looked like at the moment.

The person in the mirror was wearing a close-fitting white vest and black sports shorts, which was Harry's most comfortable dress, but the difference was that there was a blue dot on his chest in the mirror, a blue dot that was constantly beating and contracting.

As Harry stared, the blue dot became clearer and clearer. Unlike what he expected, it was not a heart, but a small young figure hiding in his chest.

The sleeping baby is very similar to himself. Harry once saw photos of him when he was a child. Aunt Penny put him and Dudley together and took a photo of him as an infant. The young phantom Harry saw was exactly the same as the photos of him when he was a child.

"I feel right."

Harry, who was a little lost, murmured. Just as he said this, his projection in the mirror also changed hopefully. His eyes turned brown and black, his face profile also changed a lot, and even his figure shrank a little. Although he was also symmetrical and powerful, he was indeed not as strong as Harry's current body.

"So you've always been in my heart. Harry"

He raised his hand and put it in his heart, lowered his head and said softly.

"I, a villain who has crossed the world, have taken away the life that should belong to you."

"Apology is probably useless."

After a moment of silence, he sighed slightly.

"All I can promise you is that I will take good care of Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon, and our cousin Dudley."

"They are very nice to me and have always taken good care of me. The company of my relatives I have never experienced in my previous life. They have fulfilled my dreams for me. I will protect them. Even if you don't say it, I will do this."

"I don't know if it was you, would you like Qiu Zhang? Although I feel that she is just like that, if you want, I can cuckold Seid. They just met and I'm very skilled in robbing someone else's girlfriend. You can completely trust me, an old driver."

But after a smirk, Harry shook his head slightly, "Harry" is no longer there. Although he saw that little person, Harry was able to confirm that when he squeezed into this body, his original master had already merged with him. The different soul strengths of the two made swallowing the only possibility.

"Where is Voldemort?"

Harry, who had discovered that this was not a simple dream, had some guesses in his mind. This should be an existence similar to a soul space, not a simple dream. It is precisely because of this that he is so awake. Even when his mind moves, the surrounding environment changes as he desires.

At the moment when this thought appeared, the mirror in front of him and the thick fog around him suddenly dissipated, and a dark shadow appeared in the pure white room.

The thing was a personal shape, but the size of a baby was very rough and red, as if it had been peeled. The mouth with crooked teeth was wide open, as if it was making a disgusting strange sound, but the sound could not be heard, and a thin and flexible eggshell wrapped him tightly.

There was a thin thread connected to the eggshell, and the other end of the thin thread connected to Harry's heart, and connected to the blue beating dot of light.

No one needs to introduce it. Harry understands that this eggshell is the magic left by Harry's mother Lily, and the thin line connecting the eggshell is the only connection between him and the ugly baby. Through this thin line, Harry sensed the magic of the eggshell and also sensed the weak nature of the howling baby monster inside.

If there were no such eggshell, Harry, who was connected by thin lines, would be drawn without any notice and become the nutrient for the growth of this ugly monster.

But such protection is not permanent. Harry could feel that the magic on the eggshell was weakening at a very slow speed. The power of love Dumbledore called can only protect Harry until he was seventeen years old. If Voldemort did not steal this power, it would be forced to be extended if it was stuck.

Then when he was seventeen years old, the evil ghost wrapped in eggshell would begin to greedily suck Harry's soul.

"It's because of you that Harry still has the last shadow left behind, right?"

The magic called love rebounded Voldemort's killing curse and wanted to continue to protect Harry. However, the soul strength of the time traveler was too powerful compared to the young Harry. In the moment of touch, both of them were swallowed. The love belonging to Harry only protected his last shadow. This protection from the great mother was finally lost.

For some reason, a strong sense of guilt arose.

He killed the child she tried her best to protect in front of a mother, and took away everything that belonged to that child, his life, his future, and everything that belonged to him.

The emotions that surged in his heart made him fall into a long silence. He didn't know how he should face this matter. Things had already happened. The so-called confession and apology were all pale and powerless words.

It was not Harry himself who broke the silence. The faint fluctuation transmitted from the thin eggshell made Harry slowly raise his head.

It seemed that a phantom of a gentle woman appeared in front of him. She smiled at Harry and waved gently to him.

This closeness that made Harry approached carefully, but he did not dare to look at the clear and transparent green eyes like a lake. He didn't know how he should face this great mother, a mother who tried his best to protect his children.

"Harry."

A gentle voice came into Harry's ears.

"I'm not--"

The anxious words blurted out. He had already understood everything and did not want to deceive the person in front of him at this moment, even if she was just a shadow of nothingness.

A hand gently held his chin, holding his face and making him raise his head, he looked at each other with his clear green eyes.

"Harry."

It was still that gentle call, and a smile appeared on Lily's face.

"You've grown up."

"We have always loved you, whether it's dad or mom."

"But I'm not-I just-"

He was gently wrapped around his hands when he wanted to explain something. Harry was hugged in her arms. Lily's cheek was pressed against his head and said softly: "You will always be my child."

"Mom loves you, Harry."

This gentle voice seemed to shatter the hardest ice in someone's heart. The tears that could not be suppressed kept falling at this moment. The gentle mother hugged the child who was crying. She gently patted Harry's back and hummed the song that she had coaxed her to sleep.

Harry had never felt so calm and warmth. This love that came from his mother's flawless and pure is a completely different feeling that he felt in Aunt Penny. It was a great power in the world that could give you everything for you.

The illusory shadow slowly disappeared bit by bit, and the hand holding him gradually became difficult to reach. At this moment, Harry, who understood everything in his heart, slowly looked up and finally had the courage to look at the clear green eyes, Harry was a little dazed and dazed.

A slight smile appeared on his face, and Lily let go of her hand, and the two of them looked at each other quietly.

"Mother."

Harry said softly with a smile, and at this moment, he finally spoke this familiar and distant word.

"Thank you, thank you."
To be continued...