Lord of the Heavens Fate

"Do you want strength?"

There was such a voice in Harry's mind that awakened him directly from his sleep.

"Who? Who is talking?"

no reply.

Only another voice came.

"Do you want strength?"

Harry was a little scared, but he was a person who had experienced many things after all, and he quickly calmed down.

"Do you want strength?"

The voice came for the third time.

And this time.

Harry found it.

"Brain! It sounded directly in my brain!"

After he felt it seriously, at the fourth time, he finally vaguely judged that the voice seemed to be related to his 'talent'!

"talent?"

Harry touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

After so long groping, he has roughly calculated that this ‘gift’ is probably related to his parents!

"Is it what my parents left me?"

Harry's heart moved.

Then he was silent for a while.

After the voice sounded again, he responded.

"Do you want strength?"

"miss you!"

"Then go! Go to this place!"

A place reached Harry's mind. He sat quietly for a while, then dressed directly and left quietly.

...

The night is dim.

Unconsciously, Harry had arrived in a suburb.

It is extremely desolate, with very few weeds, except for a withered tree on the middle ground.

Seeing this, Harry could not help tightening his clothes, and he felt a little cold.

That is where the voice made him come.

He has now arrived.

But I don't know what to do next.

"what's next?"

He asked in his heart.

"Go under that tree!"

"Is that tree?"

The idea of ​​'sure enough' appeared in Harry's heart.

When he first came here, he had thought that if there is anything here, that tree is undoubtedly the most likely hiding place.

"Depending on the size of this tree, it may be at least 20 years old!"

Twenty years?

Harry believed in the idea of ​​hiding something his parents left him.

He walked under the tree.

He walked around the tree and touched it again.

The surface of this tree has been cracked and rough to the touch.

Harry went up and down and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual or any magic fluctuations.

"Ah!"

Harry suddenly felt a little ridiculous about his thoughts.

"If there are magic fluctuations here, and it is so easy to be discovered, I am afraid that things will be gone long ago!"

He took a deep breath.

"What next?"

"Grab the stone on the ground!"

"stone?"

Harry looked down and looked around, and finally found a stone about half his palm aside.

He picked it up.

"Is this stone?"

"Yes!"

"and then?"

That voice did not reply.

Harry waited patiently for a while.

one two Three……

Three seconds have just passed.

Then, Harry felt that there seemed to be a hook behind his belly button with an irresistible momentum, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew.

He flew forward like a wind, his eyes dim, and he could hardly see anything.

Only vaguely, he seemed to see a tall figure rushing towards him.

But in the blink of an eye, he could see nothing.

Harry's hand was tightly glued to the stone, and the stone seemed to have a magnetic force. Pull him over, over, and—

Boom!

His feet fell heavily on the ground.

The sudden fall made Harry almost fall to the ground, and he finally stabilized his body.

"This is where?"

He looked around and found himself standing on a dark overgrown graveyard.

On the right is a tall yew, followed by the black outline of a small church.

On the left is a hill, he can recognize a delicate old house on the hillside.

The surroundings were gloomy and silent.

"someone is coming."

Harry narrowed his eyes nervously, looking at the darkness not far away.

A figure walked towards him step by step between the graves.

Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but from the gait and arm posture, the man seemed to be holding something.

He was short, wearing a hooded cloak, covering his face.

The distance between them is constantly shrinking.

Harry gradually saw that the man was holding something like a baby, or just a bag of clothes?

Harry pulled out his wand, and he felt a little uneasy.

In his gaze, the man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only three meters away from him.

"who are you?"

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His face was tense, and he didn't know why someone appeared here.

Will it be related to his parents?

At that moment, he stared at the short figure.

suddenly.

Harry's scar was sorely hurt.

He has never felt such severe pain in his life!

The wand in his hand slid directly to the ground.

He covered his face with his hands and bent his legs to the ground. He could see nothing in front of him, and his head seemed to burst.

"it hurts!"

The scar was so painful that he felt sick.

The pain eased afterwards, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in fear, before he had any other reaction.

at this time.

Harry felt dragged.

The short man in the cloak had lowered his baggage, lit his wand, and was dragging him towards the marble tombstone.

Before being turned around and hitting the tombstone with his back, Harry saw a name in the flashing light of his wand.

Tom Riddle!

The man in the cloak used magic to change the rope and bind Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle.

Harry heard rapid and slight breathing in the hood, and he struggled hard.

The man hit him, and Harry saw a finger missing from the hand that hit him.

"who are you?"

Harry exclaimed in horror. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He didn't know what happened.

Isn't this where his parents left his legacy?

Who is this sudden man?

Why does his scar hurt so much after seeing him?

This is all too weird!

He originally thought that when he came here, he could get the legacy left by his parents.

Then, with the legacy of his parents, he gained a powerful force to defeat the man he always regarded as an opponent.

But he did not expect that such a thing would happen after he came here inexplicably.

What does the man want to do to him?

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