People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 507: Two Transcendents to Be Born

(“I can only say that Krum is right,” Baqir said without answering directly. “Sometimes knowing too much can restrict your actions.”)
("Harry is a good guy, and Voldemort is a bad guy?" Hermione reacted instantly.)
(That is to say, if Harry had not been curious and listened to Snape's nonsense, and had directly killed Voldemort in this world according to the stereotype, would the world crisis mentioned by Basil have been eliminated directly?)

("What?" Harry was speechless.)
(The incarnation is identical to himself.)
(He probably understood his own thoughts. Since there was no bloodshed in the struggles in this world, he chose to wait and deal with the conflicts when they broke out, so as to avoid hurting innocent people.)
('When did I become such a fussy person?')
('Is it because of the increase in strength?')
(Harry was somewhat speechless, and at the same time, he was somewhat awed by Basil's power to travel through the universe.)
(Because they were separated by a world, his relationship with his incarnation was very close, and he had mastered the [Dream Walking Technique], so he could not pass any information to the incarnation in that world.)
(He can only let the incarnation over there self-destruct, and then be reborn in his microcosm with the information.)
(But Bajir can live broadcast and copy the painting to the sky, like a god behind the scenes.)
Just as the original Harry thought, the transformed Harry chose to take a break for the time being and go shopping.

He cast aside all his worries and devoted himself to the journey to another world.

When his attention shifted from the wanted poster, everything around him felt familiar yet new to him.

A low and soft humming sound came from a dark shop. It was Eeyore Owl Shop. However, the owls inside were skinny and had soul fire burning in their eye sockets. There was no breath of life at all.

The magical creatures in the Fantastic Beasts and Creatures store are slightly better, but they look more like fur-covered and cotton-stuffed dolls with a braking spell on them, with lifeless eyes, which are extremely creepy.

The pedestrians on the road also had pale skin, no breathing, and no heartbeat.

The magic items sold are mostly bone tools, making people feel as if they have arrived at Knockturn Alley.

The windows of the drug stores I passed by were filled with the bones of various creatures, nitrated fur, shriveled eyeballs, and nerve tissue.

A fat woman stood outside the drugstore and shook her head as he passed. "Keel, seventeen Sickles an ounce. They're crazy."

What was once Madam Primpernell's Beauty Apothecary was transformed into a boutique wizard's ward shop.

But what was displayed in the window was not Dementors, but humans who looked more like living people than pedestrians on the street, with blood on their faces and dressed up in fancy clothes.

Harry stopped for a long moment before realizing that beneath the gorgeous appearance, it had the same essence as a Dementor.

Several bald wizards pointed at the 'humans' in the window with adult smiles.

One of them couldn't stop looking at the male doll and said, "Compared to Barbie, I still prefer Ken."

People around me gave me approving looks.

Realizing that these raw materials had nothing to do with humans, Harry, who had just given up his murderous intent, hurried into Flourish and Blotts as if he had eaten a fly.

"Learn the Killing Curse and Painlessly Awaken Your Child's Magical Power"

"Negatives equal positives, and the key to healing lies therein"

One Hundred Tips for Murdering Your Human Relatives

"Escape from Hell and Live the Third Life!"

Manual of Exorcism of the Dead

"Recommended ways of dying and illustrated talents"

Copy to double xn!
As Harry passed by the bookshelf, he used the permanent copying spell to copy a large number of books in the small universe in his body.

The success of getting something for free made him feel much better when he walked out of the bookstore.

"Is this Gringotts?" said a foreign tourist.

Harry looked in the direction he was going and saw a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops.

The goblin standing in front of the shiny bronze gate was not as short as Harry had imagined, but was tall and strong.

It gives people the feeling that they can smash Draco's head with one punch.

Harry was not too surprised. In this world, vampires, centaurs, goblins, giants and other alien species were created to target white wizards and were re-modulated to target magic-immune wizard killers.

Therefore, physical ability is more important than magical ability.

Vampires are lightning fast.

Centaurs are natural archers.

The giant has great strength.

The goblin is invulnerable to swords and guns.

But in contrast, the magical ability was much weaker than Harry thought.

While thinking this, Harry's perception spread out and spread towards the underground, asking me to check whether the golden cup was there.

Location, Little Hangleton.

Riddle House.

In the courtyard, in a huge stone cauldron that can accommodate an adult, a small golden cup with delicate handles floats in the dark purple liquid.

A timid voice was heard, accompanied by the crackling of the flames rising from under the crucible.

"Master, if you really want it, this is your Horcrux."

"What you want is my Horcrux." The noseless, snake-faced man with bald skin gleaming with pearls narrowed his scarlet snake pupils and stroked the ring on his right ring finger with his slender fingers. "I must first become a transcendent than Harry Potter. If I want to escape the cycle of life and death, the Horcrux has become a burden."

If Harry could see this scene, he would probably only be briefly surprised.

Voldemort was a guy who pursued originality in every aspect.

Before he knew his father was a Muggle, he wanted to give himself a unique name because it was so common.

In today's magical society where everyone has a Horcrux, he would naturally feel disgusted that he also relies on Horcruxes.

Furthermore, in this world, Horcruxes are merely anchors that stabilize the soul in reality. Although they can bring immortality to a certain extent, they must be carried with you.

Wizards are alien to nature.

The wizard who created the Horcrux is an alien among aliens.

If multiple wizards gather together and there is no wizard guarding, the gap between life and death will be created.

If a wizard creates a Horcrux and does not have the Horcrux with him, he will be hunted by the undead, and even the wizard guards will not be able to cover it up.

If the body is destroyed and the incomplete soul is exposed, and there is no time to recover the soul fragments in the Horcrux, it will fall into the narrow gap between life and death and become a new undead.

In this case, the Horcrux is more like the original body.

Voldemort naturally disdained the immortality of a ghoul when he had better options.

"Transcendence?" asked the rat-like man.

Voldemort snorted coldly. He could hear the yearning in her voice. "How dare you dream of this? Only the chosen ones like Harry Potter and I can glimpse this realm."

"How envious, Harry Potter."

"First, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by the White Wizard's curse."

"Soon after birth, the blood relatives were killed and transformed successfully."

"And watered by the most powerful magical energy of love."

"In the end, he was brave enough to commit the taboo of killing and became the witch killer that everyone wanted to kill again."

"I'm almost there."

"Just an unlucky and lucky white wizard."

"Luckily, he killed his mother at birth, became a half-wizard killer, gained the ability to disguise himself, and escaped the fate of being sent to Azkaban."

"Unfortunately, while I inherited the ability to disguise myself, I also inherited a half-baked instinct to kill wizards - I couldn't control myself, and it even affected my study of magic."

"It took a lot of effort, and after many magical transformations like breaking bones and peeling skin, and splitting the soul many times, the essence of the white wizard was finally removed. The brain was clear and he became a real black wizard."

"But fate always favors me."

"I discovered the traces of the birth of another true wizard killer. I witnessed his transformation myself and shared the love from his mother."

"Although the body has disintegrated, the soul has created seven Horcruxes, making it even worse than the humblest ghost. Even the dead look down on it and are unwilling to hunt it down."

"But I finally found the key to transcend the cycle of life and death."

“Don’t be afraid of being hunted by the undead, don’t give up your desires, live like a saint, just so that one day you can break out of the land of the dead and become a living spirit.”

"Only the black that can be stained by white is the real black." "Only those who master the essence of black and white wizards at the same time and construct the spiral of life and death can become transcendent."

"so."

In the stone crucible, the gold cup had lost its luster and looked as if it were made of black iron.

Among them, the ghost of a gray-haired man raised his head and said, "Don't—"

"Come back, I am the White Wizard."

The black stone inlaid on the ring on Voldemort's ring finger flashed a hint of gold.

The soul shadow let out a shrill scream, turned into ashes, and sank into Voldemort's body.

"Forehead--"

Voldemort's two arms were pressed on the edge of the hot crucible, his face was distorted, and some stubble appeared on his smooth skull.

When he raised his head again, the vertical pupils had turned into ellipses.

Still no nose, but there is a slight bump.

"next."

Voldemort gasped.

The rat-faced man threw another rusty crown into the crucible.

"No Horcruxes." Harry withdrew his perception.

Could it be that this Voldemort did not use the relics of the Big Four to create Horcruxes?
That’s right, all Horcruxes in this world must be carried with you.

Therefore, most of them are accessories such as earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. Only a few choose magic wands in order to maximize the power of magic.

Diary, tiara, ring, locket, Nagini, only the ring and locket are convenient to carry with you in the golden cup.

In this world, Harry White should not be a Horcrux either.
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"Harry, Harry!"

White Harry felt as if his body was being pushed.

"what happened?"

Harry struggled to get up, and what he saw was Ron's big face and Hermione's dark face.

"You're having a nightmare," Ron said worriedly.

"You kept repeating 'I don't want to' and 'Don't force me'." Dark Hermione's eyes were also filled with worry, "You dreamed about that day again."

"That day." White Harry lowered his scarlet eyes.
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"Harry, have you ever thought about the possibility that the Land of the Dead itself is a huge chaotic life form?"

"The Deathly Hallows in Beedle the Bard really exist."

"The Resurrection Stone has disappeared. Someone got there before us! This trace. The ring! This is why Voldemort still lives on in the world after his second death! The ring is not his Horcrux at all. It is the Deathly Hallows!"

"His soul. He must have created multiple Horcruxes. The Horcruxes were not with him in the first place! It's the Resurrection Stone!"

"I saw it. The end of humans and wizards!"

"Voldemort stood on countless corpses, and countless dead souls bowed their heads."

"Only you, the most special you, can defeat him."

"You must surpass the wizard killer, put on the invisibility cloak, get the rod of destiny, and cut off the immortality!"

"You must kill me!"

"Become a wizard slayer again, Harry."

"Call after me Exo Patronus!"
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"Call the gods to protect you."

White Harry stroked the wand made from his father's arm bones, and a faint light flashed at the tip of the wand.

Patronus Charm.

The White Wizard's ultimate magic took the wizard's life.

It also took the lives of those closest to him who knew he was a wizard killer.

He was no longer a glorious dark wizard.

But he is a wizard killer who is hated by everyone and is even worse than the white wizard.

He can't forget.

Sirius's eyes were filled with tears and disappointment.

Professor McGonagall avoided her gaze.

The murderous intent in Neville's eyes.

Seamus's disdain.

There were no more smiles on those familiar faces; what was extended was not hands, and what was shot out was no longer the warm Avada, but cold swords conjured up by the Transfiguration spell.

Only Ron and Hermione, the girl far away in the Scottish Highlands, and the person who secretly sent him the sword of Gryffindor still trusted him and treated him as always.

Looking at the two people looking at him with concern, Bai Harry felt warm in his heart.

"How far is it to Nurmengard?"

"About ten kilometres to go," said Hermione.

Ten kilometers, excluding the one kilometer around Nurmengard where Apparition is not possible, it would only take about ten minutes.

"Tell me," Harry asked worriedly, "Does Grindelwald really trust me? Is he really willing to hand over the Rod of Destiny to me?"

"I mean, Dumbledore didn't even give me any signals for him."

"Just let me come to him."

"Because... there's no need." A voice filled with murderous intent suddenly sounded outside the tent.

The tent was reduced to ashes by the blue flames.

The flames gathered into a giant winged dragon, surrounding the entire mountain, and the scorching breath distorted the air.

In the center of the flames, a man with short white hair, blue and white eyes, and wearing a black windbreaker was looking at the three people coldly.

"Gattler Grindelwald?" Hermione recognized the man in front of her.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Dumbledore asked us to come find you," Ron said quickly.

"What do you mean no need?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you notice?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. "Your capacity is greater than that of all wizard killers throughout history. Even though Albus died at your hands, you still haven't completed the transformation, so your hair has turned gray."

"You mean--" Harry's pupils shrank and a possibility flashed through his mind.

"I am the sacrifice chosen by you or Albus." Grindelwald said calmly, "Whether your words are true or false, you will definitely be detected by me with the Elder Wand if you approach with the Invisibility Cloak."

"Whether Albus willingly or unwillingly, I will want to kill you."

"Only one of us can survive from the start."

"Draw your sword, Harry Potter."

"Mad!" Harry's eyes were slightly red.

"I went crazy a long time ago," Grindelwald said calmly, "after learning that Albus was no longer alive."

(End of this chapter)