Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 825 Seven Voldemorts!
Harry spread his dragon wings and landed on an unmanned boat.

The sea surface reflecting the sky split into two as he thought.

On the left is the little wooden house at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Riddle seemed to have noticed something and turned their heads away.

On the right is the real world corresponding to his current location.

The small boats were now full of wizards, including Mr. Weasley, Moody and others.

"The exit is deflected." Harry frowned.

Originally, the image of the real world should correspond to the mirror closest to Bella.

Seeing that he appeared so close to these small boats, Harry thought that Bella and her group, including Voldemort, had already set their sights on the small boats of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix.

But in the real world corresponding to his current location, there were no signs of fighting on those small boats.

It seems that Azkaban has not yet fully become a reality.

And, Dumbledore was right. He could indeed do more than before.

What he transmits through the mirror is not only physical objects but also life.

He can perceive and transmit sounds, sights, and other intangible things through the mirror world.

Harry waved his wand, water vapor condensed, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.

Inside was the mirrored cottage in Hogwarts.

"Professor, Azkaban has not officially become a reality yet. Please wait." Harry's voice was transmitted to the cabin through the mirror.

At the same time, he was controlling the mirror reflecting Azkaban Island to spread into the island.

But it always felt like I had hit the water with a strong punch.

It was as if there was an invisible layer of water film covering it completely.

The mirror clearly reflected it, but it seemed like an illusory phantom.

But this sense of nothingness is gradually disappearing.

And it was obvious as the fog gradually became thinner.

Soon, the fog disappeared.

In the real world, on the boat, Mr. Weasley and his friends raised their wands.

Harry also felt that the film had disappeared.

But, inside, he could no longer sense Bella's presence.

she died?
Harry staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It suddenly occurred to him that Voldemort might sacrifice his subordinates in order to increase his power.

"Voldemort, you bastard!" Harry turned completely into a dragon.

The ferocious animal nature emanated from the beast's eyes which had turned dark gold.

He stretched out his left claw and reached into the mirror.

On the other side, inside the wooden house.

The three people looking towards the North Sea were not surprised by Harry's gaze.

As the most powerful wizard in the current magic world (except for those who cheat like Ryan),
Unlike Voldemort, who left his soul incomplete for the sake of ultimate power and immortality,

Their wizard intuition was already considered prophetic.

Almost the next second after being noticed, they understood the reason.

Later, they learned from Harry that Azkaban had not yet become a reality.

Just close your eyes, stay still and recuperate.

And now, they opened their eyes.

A huge invisible hand reached out from the ceiling.

Dumbledore stopped Riddle who was about to draw his wand, "It's Harry."

The next second, the three were grabbed and pulled into the ceiling.

Then the world started spinning.

When the invisible dragon claw disappeared, the sunlight appeared.

Then came the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The three of them held their wands and looked around.

"Is this Dolohov?" Dumbledore squatted down. In front of him was a pile of bone fragments.

It looked as if it had been cooked at high temperature.

The moment he saw them, Dolohov's name appeared in his mind. "It seems that his men have become beasts who eat raw meat and suck blood during this period of time." Grindelwald looked at them with disdain.

"Never mind that! Something's wrong." Riddle looked confused.

"What?"
Dumbledore and Grindelwald prepared to fight.

"I seem to sense seven 'I's'?"

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

Inside Azkaban Prison, Voldemort's figure was already extremely clear, but his outline was a little blurry.

It seemed that he would be reborn from the dead in the next second. "Now, you can call me by my name."

He said as he looked at the Death Eaters in front of him, all dressed in black robes.

"Lord Voldemort!"

As the name is pronounced.

At this moment, the giant snake on the Dark Mark that was branded into the flesh of the arm opened its eyes.

It broke away from the skull and began to roam around on their bodies.

They lost control of their bodies.

Like a petrified statue.

Voldemort's figure suddenly dissipated and turned into seven black mists that flew towards the Death Eaters.

In the thick fog, all kinds of snakes were wriggling in it, and then dissipated into fog in the next second.

The room suddenly fell into darkness.

The snakes on the Death Eaters moved faster, and mist and the snakes that mist transformed into entered their eyes, ears, mouths and noses.

After the black fog disappeared, only seven tall figures remained in the room.

They were all hairless, snake-like, with two long, thin nostrils and a pair of shiny red eyes with vertical pupils.

The complexion was very pale and seemed to have a pearly sheen.

"Now, you understand." Voldemort's chuckle echoed in the hearts of the seven people, "Seven of me.

Seven of me who are as strong as I was before I met that boy."

"There is nothing to be afraid of now." The 'Voldemort' on the far left narrowed his eyes and stroked his body almost obsessively.

The other 'Voldemorts' followed suit and began to feel everything that was happening in various ways.

Dark magic seemed to have become their instinct.

Just like humans don't need to think about which thigh muscles to use when walking.

All kinds of evil, strange, and profound black magic are 'temporarily' theirs!
"That's enough! Now all you have to do is welcome our guests."

In the mirror world.

Harry, who mistakenly thought Bella was dead, suppressed his inexplicable anger.

The water vapor condensed, and another water mirror appeared, reflecting everything in Hogwarts.

It began to overlap with the mirror of water reflecting Dumbledore.

On the small boats in the middle of the North Sea, all the wizards stood in rows, with Moody standing at the front.

He raised his arm high, pointing to Azkaban in the distance which had already become a reality.

"Everyone, listen to my command!

one two Three!

All the curses are over! "

Rays of golden light shot towards the island like rain.

The coast of Azkaban Island.

"It's OK." Dumbledore's hair and beard fluttered, his eyes solemn, "I have connected to the power of Hogwarts.

The power of this island has also been blocked by Moody and his men."

"It has begun!" Grindelwald waved his wand.

The raging blue flames rushed towards the forest ahead.

Swallowed everything.

Then, the sea of ​​fire was divided.

Like Moses parting the sea.

Inside were seven figures dressed in black robes, with ominous magical powers surging from them.

Seven Voldemorts!
(End of this chapter)