Harry felt like he had a long dream.
It was dark around him, and he could not see anything, and he could only feel the lightning-like scar on his forehead being astonishingly scalded.
He covered his head, knelt on the ground and moaned for a long time before he recovered, and realized his current situation.
No matter how slow the reaction was, Harry felt a strong sense of anxiety.
He began to shout for help to the darkness around him. The space here seemed very open. His voice came from a very far distance, but he received no response.
After feeling that he was the only one in this darkness, Harry panickedly aimed at one direction and took a step forward.
He couldn’t feel the passage of time, nor did he know how long he had been away, but he seemed to never be able to get out of this darkness.
Just as Harry was sitting on the ground in despair, a figure in a green robe suddenly appeared in front of him silently.
Harry raised his head and saw a handsome face.
This is a middle-aged wizard.
He was tall and straight, and his charming face showed a very cold smile.
Although I have never seen this face anywhere, three years ago, Harry had really seen him when he was young.
The person who appeared in front of him was Voldemort. The black demon who had only heard of the news that it was killed by Professor Forrest half a day ago.
Harry didn’t know what was wrong in the middle, so that the dead Voldemort would live well now and even caught him in this ghost place.
After seeing Voldemort’s face, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva nervously and took two steps back.
“Harry Potter.”
A completely different person from Voldemort after the resurrection, the handsome man with dark hair on his head and a firm nose called out Harry’s name.
“In that legendary prophecy, you should be the one who can completely kill me. That night, after I was backfired by my own life-seeking curse, it was the first time I felt the horror of the prophecy.”
His voice was very light and his tone was calm, just like the calm waves at night.
But this attitude did not take Harry at all lightly. Others may not have thought about what kind of person the man in front of him was, but for Harry, who died tragically at his hands, he never fantasized about what good things Voldemort would do one day.
“What did you want to do when you brought me here?”
Harry asked with heavy breathing.
Voldemort heard the question he asked, and his faceA strange smile appeared.
“I’ll bring you here? Hahaha, why do you have such ridiculous thoughts!”
He stared into Harry’s eyes, his smile gradually turned gloomy, and he said word by word.