Harry Potter and the Obscurus

Chapter 133 The Right Thing

There is a room in the Department of Mysteries that is always locked.

There is a power within it that is more wondrous and terrifying than death, human wisdom, or the power of nature.

It is perhaps the most mysterious and unpredictable of the many topics that need to be studied within the Bureau of Mysteries.

Harry possessed all the energy in that room, while Voldemort had none.

......

A huge, luminous orb slid between Harry and Voldemort's wands on the golden thread connecting them. It constantly moved between the two, making their wands scorch.

No one could figure out what was happening at that moment, but Voldemort and Harry both knew that their wands could not be touched by that orb of light.

hum!

hum!hum!

The clash of magic evolved into a collision of beliefs. Voldemort, who always believed in the supremacy of strength, could not push the orb back to Harry's side. Finally, after the wand let out a painful scream, half a hand formed of smoke flew out.

"what?"

Voldemort recognized the severed hand that belonged to Dolokhov.

The next second, an even larger, hunched figure leaning on a cane squeezed out from the tip of his wand. It was Frank, the Muggle gardener who should have appeared in Harry's dream but had been blocked by his Occlumency spell.

"I am dead?"

Frank's ghost said incredulously.

He looked at his light, translucent body, then at Harry who was fighting Voldemort, and his tone suddenly became firm.

"That guy killed me! Fight him, kid!"

Whoosh!

Another figure flew out; it was a woman.

Compared to Frank, who knew nothing about magic, this woman seemed significantly more excited.

Harry knew her identity—Bertha Jorkins—without her having to introduce herself.

"Harry! Harry Potter! It's you!"

Jorkins' voice sounded like an echo from the valley. She gave Harry another word of encouragement, and then flew off to Voldemort and began to hurl insults at him.

"Don't let go, Harry! He can't hurt you! You're a hero!"

"Voldemort! You disgusting, vile bastard! I curse you to go to hell! Go to hell like a maggot!"

"..."

Finally, another ghost appeared.

The blue smoke that emanated from the tip of Voldemort's wand transformed into the appearance of a long-haired woman, who slowly drifted to Harry's side.

Harry felt something stir in his heart.

"Hang in there, your dad is here too."

The woman said gently.

Countless nights he had longed for it; countless times he had cast the Guardian Angel spell, recalling the image in Eris's sunglasses.

Without shouting or letting up, Harry, already with tears in his eyes, looked at his mother and his father who had arrived a little later, and gave a firm nod, expressing all the unspoken thoughts in his heart.

"The Anti-Apparition Charm was placed in the pulpit of the church by Voldemort, and was broken by the Curse of All Curses."

James Porter succinctly told his son.

Although his wife, Lily Potter, had a lot of reluctance in her eyes, she didn't waste a single moment.

She said:

“Once the connection is lost, we can only hold out for you for a little while. You don’t have to fight him to the bitter end, but Harry… go do what you think is right!”