Vol 2 Chapter 1848: Evil descends

Voldemort killed Harry and destroyed himself at the same time. As Dumbledore said, Voldemort's various operations seemed to make him stronger, but in fact he was one step closer to death, and he was doomed to fail as early as the beginning.
While thinking of victory, we ushered in defeat. It's a huge irony, Voldemort's living interpretation of what is called suicide.
Is it really?
Ivan looked at fifteen-year-old Riddle, hoping to get an accurate answer.
After all those messy magical transformations, there may be no one in the world who can really understand the specific state of Voldemort, except himself, or a part of himself.
Voldemort's death must be confirmed to truly end this nightmare.
"I can't feel the breath of the main soul, his existence has disappeared, and there is no Voldemort in the world." Riddle said slowly, after a long pause, still staring at the direction of the tower, "However, I have an ominous feeling Premonition!"
An ominous foreboding? Is this talking about divination?
Ivan knew what the hunch Riddle was talking about was because he felt the same way.
Although he can be sure that he does not have any talent in divination, at this time, the premonition, the premonition that the ominous is approaching, the premonition that the most terrifying thing is about to happen, is getting stronger and stronger.
Ai Wen has no joy of victory at all!
Maybe it was because the victory came too easy and left him unprepared.
It could also be that Voldemort died in a way he didn't expect, or that he didn't examine Voldemort's body to confirm.
In short, this matter is full of strangeness and various uncertainties.
Ai Wen turned his head and looked behind him. The uncontrollable magic of the Double Snake Staff was still raging, the tower was collapsing, and countless space cracks kept appearing.
It's now the most dangerous area in the world, Voldemort
"Ai Wen!" Harry's weak cry rang out from under the whistling wind. He woke up and looked around suspiciously.
Ivan found an open space and put Harry, Sirius, and Snape on the ground.
"What's the matter, I remember Voldemort hitting me with the Killing Curse...what happened to Sirius?" Harry said in horror as he approached Sirius. "Is he dead?"
"Don't get excited, Harry, no one died, whether it's Sirius or Snape, they will recover." Ivan took out a bottle of recovery potion and fed it to Sirius.
"I saw Dumbledore just now, and he told me something about Snape," said Harry, looking at the silent Snape with a complicated expression.
"Yes, that's right. He gave me some memories at the last moment and asked me to give them to you. I think you might be interested." Ivan handed the bottle containing Snape's past memories to Harry and continued to ask , "So you've met Dumbledore? That world you went to after Voldemort hit you with the Killing Curse?
"Yeah, I went to a strange place, I know if it's the world of the dead, the place where life and death meet, and it looks a lot like Muggle King's Cross Station, where we take the Hokkaido train every year when school starts. Where the Gwarts Express... I did meet Dumbledore there, and he told me a lot about his past, his plans, and that I was the last Horcrux."
Harry paused for a moment, as if thinking, his eyes wandering back and forth between Ivan and Riddle, there was a lot to say.
"You already knew that I was a Horcrux, didn't you?" Before Iwen could respond, Harry continued to say to himself, "Voldemort's Killing Curse hit me, I don't know why I didn't Dead, but the Horcrux in my head should have been destroyed, and his soul fragment was gone. What happened after that, why are we here, Voldemort?"
"This is a good question. After you were hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse, his main soul was also severely damaged. We all know that after splitting so many times, his soul has been damaged in a thousand ways. A heavy blow made his soul begin to collapse, and he was destroyed like this." Ai Wen explained his understanding.
"destroy?"
"Yeah, destruction." Ivan said, "There was a problem with Voldemort's soul. After losing the last Horcrux, it began to collapse. He lost the control of the double snake rod, and the magic started to get out of control. The space appeared, I rescued you and Sirius, and Voldemort's body was swallowed by the space crack. As for his current state... Riddle said just now that he can no longer feel his breath."
Harry looked at Ivan in disbelief, and then at Riddle. He hesitated and asked the same question, "Is Voldemort dead?"
"I don't know, Harry, I'm afraid no one knows." Ivan continued, "The current situation is beyond expectations, but if Voldemort disappears and dies, I have no objection that the war is not over yet, we must rush back to school as soon as possible, Tell everyone about Voldemort's death and end the ongoing battle."
No matter what happened to Voldemort, they couldn't stay here too long. We must return to Hogwarts as soon as possible to end this battlefield.
It's important to end the war before there are more deaths.
"Indeed." Harry stood up, "We have to go back as soon as possible."
He thought of Ginny and everyone fighting at the castle. Meanwhile, Harry couldn't wait to go back and look at Snape's memories. He had a hunch that maybe he could learn more about Dumbledore's plans and Snape's feud with his father.
And, his love for his mother!
That's what Dumbledore told him just now, which is really absurd.
Harry never imagined that Snape was the one who overheard Professor Trelawney's prophecy in the tavern. He leaked the prophecy to Voldemort, causing the death of his parents and everything that followed. . What he didn't expect was that Snape also betrayed Voldemort because of this incident and joined Dumbledore. For the next seventeen years, he has been protecting himself in obscurity.
And all of this is because of his love for his mother Lily.
The level of curiosity about this matter went beyond even his concern about whether Voldemort was dead.
Since Voldemort was no longer there, then... Harry was stunned, and he turned to look in disbelief in the direction of the tower behind him.
An eerie terror struck, causing the hairs on his body to stand up.
This is a horror beyond imagination!
Even in the face of Voldemort, there was no such tangible feeling, it was so clear and so frightening that the body, no, even the soul began to tremble.
Evil is coming!