Addicted to Acting, I Seem to Have Screwed Up the Style of the World

"Because I am Joan of Arc."

Facing this question, he said with a slight smile.

What does this have to do with you being Joan of Arc, and I already knew that you are Joan of Arc.

Harry couldn't hide his desire to complain, and after some conversation, Harry probably understood something.

Joan of Arc seems to have come from the French magic world to investigate the situation of the Mithra Ring. Her own form of existence is somewhat similar to a ghost but far surpasses a ghost. It is an existence called a heroic spirit.

In the world of illusion, Harry Potter regained his consciousness, remembering what happened just now, he clenched his fist silently.

Too weak, I was too weak, and it was because I was too weak that I couldn't stop Voldemort's actions.

But now it is not without good news, now that I have gained the power to fight against Voldemort, and at the same time I also learned that Ron and Hermione are not dead.

"Looks like you're awake, Harry."

Voldemort looked directly at Harry with a flat tone. Facing Voldemort with this expression, Harry clenched his fists and wanted to punch him.

"Stop trying to resist my dear Harry, you and your strength are ridiculous in front of my might, and all this is caused by your weakness, Harry.

Dumbledore has already taught you to abolish, and I, Voldemort, can lead you to a brighter future. Harry, you can rest assured that you and I are not enemies. "

Voldemort deliberately put on a friendly tone and said, at this time Harry stood up from the ground staggeringly: "Yes, I have understood my weakness. Ron's death, Hermione's passing, they It was replaying in front of my eyes like a phantom over and over again, but I understand...

Once I overcome my weakness, then I am invincible.

Surrounding me to defeat you is the assistance from fate!The spirit of the past era, return to the present world, and assist me to complete the trajectory of destiny. "

While talking, Harry closed his eyes and said what Joan of Arc taught his madman about the activation spell of the extremely powerful power that can only be used once.

The next moment, Harry opened his eyes again, and a bright golden light ignited in the pupils.

"This method... forcibly controls the ghost to help him fight?"

Voldemort was well-informed, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately had a guess.

"Since you see the Son of Heaven, why don't you worship?"

Harry Potter's questioning voice kept echoing in the room on the last floor. Facing this question, Voldemort quickly answered: "Even if you are today, you are not worthy of my Lord Voldemort's worship!"

The Son of Destiny is shortened a little bit, it is the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Harry Potter to call himself the Son of Heaven.

Looking at Harry not far away, Voldemort thought in his heart.

"Arrogance, I am the Son of Heaven, all demons bow their heads!"

Hearing Voldemort's words, "Harry" shot violently from his heart, and the dazzling golden light covered his hands and hit Voldemort directly.

"If I put in a little bit of strength, maybe I can destroy my Iron Armor Curse. But... only to this extent, let's go back to the realm where the dead should stay.

The fox pretends to be the tiger and uses the luck of the emperor to try to make an enemy of me. This is the most stupid choice you have ever made. "

While speaking, Voldemort released an attack aimed at spirit bodies that he had just improved not long ago.

Voldemort, who was connected to the Sorcerer's Stone, had already captured the real soul of the "Son of Heaven" in front of him.

With the arrival of the attack, the soul of the Son of Heaven was severely injured in an instant.

"Bastard, bastard, I can't do anything, the summoner from the future era, that devil... can only be dealt with by you."

The Son of Heaven's tone was weak, and Harry was a little dumbfounded by the situation. Is this the hole card that Joan of Arc said could fight Voldemort?

This... this trick didn't survive!

Harry responded with a complex tone: "Thank you for your help, from the past collaborators, please tell me your name, I will always remember you."

Don't just nail this commemoration on the pillar of shame...

"Son of Heaven" looked at Harry with a delicate expression, and finally said his name: "My name is Sima Zhong."

After the words fell, Sima Zhong's soul collapsed and he returned to the kingdom of the dead. At this moment, Harry had a headache, what should he do now.

If it's safe, I don't need to worry at all, Voldemort... is not going to kill himself.

Voldemort did not hide this at all, and Harry could easily see it.

But Harry had no doubts about what Voldemort was going to do with him.

If this is the case, then the law of victory has been determined.

First of all, he pretended to be loyal, and then directly backstabbed whenever he had the opportunity.

But before that, I need to show more value about myself.

After quickly assuming a plan, Harry rushed towards Voldemort at this moment.

"That soul you found is ridiculous to me, Harry, and you're really entertaining me.

As a reward, I'll give you the right to live, um, what an excuse Harry, I know you all too well, we're all ambitious people.

At this time, why don't we find a place to sit down and have a cup of afternoon tea?

Voldemort casually said a proposal that Harry would never accept. At this moment, Harry punched out directly, and the overwhelming sense of oppression immediately swept towards Voldemort.

"Thinking to hurt me with such rude melee skills?"

Regarding Harry's actions, Voldemort didn't fluctuate in his heart at this time and even wanted to laugh.

The next moment, Voldemort raised his wand, ready to think of a way to incapacitate Harry first.

"If you don't sit down and have a good talk, I'm going to be pretty hard."

Voldemort didn't feel flustered at all, but said in a somewhat regretful tone, in the face of the absolute gap, Harry's attack at this moment is meaningless.

"The strength is good, but it's a pity that it ends here. It's just this level of incompetence of purity, you can't even break through my iron shield."

Voldemort shook his head in disappointment.Sure enough, it was preconceived that Harry was difficult to deal with before.

"I will not surrender to you, whether Hermione or Ron, their deaths will turn into flames to guide me constantly, guide me to move forward forever, and guide me to never fear the power of the Dark Lord!"

Harry pretended not to know that Ron and Hermione were still alive, and said this time pretending to be indignant.

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"You and your resistance are the most stupid actions, but I am very surprised. How did you get the power to detain the soul just now?"

Voldemort looked at Harry with a deliberately slightly puzzled expression.In fact, Voldemort already had a certain idea in his mind, a guess about how Harry got his powers.

"Trying to make me betray my companions? Wishful thinking! Voldemort, the number of people who violate your ambition to rule is countless, not just Britain, you have to face the whole world!"

Although Harry's tone was firm, he was a little flustered in his heart. He thought that Voldemort had no means to directly target the soul.

But after the ancient spirit summoned by him just now was effectively attacked, Harry finally found out that Voldemort should have had the opportunity to kill Ron and Hermione directly.

But why, why didn't Voldemort choose to kill them, and he didn't choose to kill himself instead?

"I think I already know who it is, don't try to hide it from me, your mind is like a blank sheet of paper in front of me.

Hmph, the affairs of our country should be resolved by the people of our country themselves, what do those foreign guys think of this place. "

Voldemort said this with a cold snort, but Harry realized that his statement seemed to reveal a lot of information and chose to keep silent.

"Don't worry Harry, I won't kill you because..."

Looking at Harry, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up slightly.

"Because of what?"

Harry, who was thinking about the solution in a panic, asked subconsciously, and Voldemort gave an answer in a somewhat complicated tone: "Because I am your father, your real father. Why can I judge your thoughts? The answer is simple, Because we are extremely similar, because my blood flows through your body.

My son, maybe now is not a good time to meet each other, but..."

When Voldemort said this, he pretended to hesitate and paused, and at this moment Harry took a few steps back and couldn't believe it: "Voldemort is my father? This, this is impossible, my father is James Potter. That's right, It's James Potter, a nonsense I will never believe."

After Harry reacted, he didn't believe Voldemort's words at all, but remembering the warmth the Dark Lord had shown him before, and he didn't choose to kill himself and others, a complicated idea appeared in Harry's mind.

If it really has nothing to do with me, I can't explain those actions.

He is really a blank child. With this level of innocence, I think he can be fooled into penniless.

Looking at the hesitant Harry Potter, Voldemort smiled and continued, "You can't deny your own blood. How does it feel to become the son of the Dark Lord from the savior?"

"No, I don't believe it, and even if it is true, I will not shake my will to fight you. Ron, Hermione, their friendship made me understand the value of human connection, and Ai Lun, Gedde, and Alsace, let me understand the concept of doing things for others!

Even if you are really my father, I should make the right decision in front of you! "

Allen?Ged?Alsace?

Isn't this the few dark wizard seedlings I'm optimistic about?

Good guy, learn morality from those black wizard seedlings, learn from the good ones and learn from the bad ones.

Look at your tone, Harry, I have felt your will, your will to kill your father.

At this moment, Voldemort didn't know what to say, how did the savior become like this?Allen, you are a great teacher.

After knowing the Mithra Ring, the possibility of the three black wizard seedlings' betrayal was directly erased by Voldemort. Judging from the results of his insanity, the three dark wizard seedlings were loyal to him.

"Harry, the truth of things can be whitewashed. History is often written by the victors. Is the evil you see really evil? Is the justice you see really real justice?

Believe me, Harry, we're all one type of people, we're all fighting for what's right, we're what's right.

The term Dark Lord is just described by the victor. For me, the Dark Lord never existed in this world. There is only the White Lord in this world.

Dumbledore is the real devil, Harry!

He and his evil minions, the Order of the Phoenix, secretly controlled the whole of Britain, and I was actually a righteous partner to overthrow his rule! "

Voldemort said in a high tone, and Harry's first reaction when he heard the news was that Voldemort was lying.

"I think you should know what the three Unforgivable Curses are."

Voldemort suddenly asked a question, and Harry subconsciously answered: "Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus, Imperius Curse."

Hearing this answer, Voldemort nodded and said: "Giving Avada Kedavra, the leader of the Unforgivable Curses, to all eleven-year-old children in the UK, this kind of insane thing makes me feel chills just thinking about it." .

That kind of spell is simply not something that 11-year-olds can touch. Continuously practicing that kind of spell that requires killing to gain power will only distort their concepts. "

Voldemort shook his head at this point, and Harry was unwilling to think about why Dumbledore did this when he heard this answer: "Principal Dumbledore...maybe he just has his own difficulties."

Looking at Harry in front of him, Voldemort became happy at this moment: "Harry, my dear son, you have been shaken, your heart has been shaken. You don't want to think about it, right? If that's the case, then let me do it." Tell you the answer to the matter, let me reveal the truth to you.

The reason why Dumbledore did this was actually training soldiers. He was cultivating an army that could always help him rule the world! "