Chapter 377 Night in Godric's Hollow
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
After a brief chat, Dumbledore asked Harry to go back to rest, while Soul was left behind.
Shortly after Harry left, Soul asked doubtfully the question that had been lingering in his mind since just now.
"Professor, how did Harry become a Horcrux?"
"This has something to do with the way Horcruxes are made." Dumbledore got up from the sofa and walked to the standing cabinet in the corner of the principal's office. "Before answering your question, we might as well look at a memory first."
This was not the first time that Soul used the pensieve. After waiting for Dumbledore to pour the silver wire into the mist, Soul expertly buried his head in it.
The world was spinning for a while, and when he landed, the scene in front of him had changed.
A wand appeared in front of Sur's eyes. Colorful ribbons were bursting out from the tip of the wand, accompanied by a tinkling sound. Looking along the wand, a plus version of Harry Potter appeared in front of him.
"This is Godric's Hollow. He is James, Harry's father." Dumbledore's voice appeared in Soul's ears.
Su Er's eyes suddenly became complicated, "Then this memory is..."
"Yes." Dumbledore's voice was filled with guilt.
This is a living room. It is not spacious or gorgeous, but there are signs of careful decoration in every corner of the room. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it, and it exudes a warm feeling.
James was using magic to tease a dark-haired, chubby boy wearing light blue pajamas beside a cradle bed.
This is Harry... Soul knows.
He was laughing happily and reached out to grab the colorful ribbons, but when they touched the little fleshy palms, they turned into smoke and disappeared.
On top of the cradle, there was a small broom floating on it, spinning in circles, with a bell tied to the end of the broom. This was where the jingling sound that Sur heard came from.
At this time, a woman with shawl long dark red hair, green eyes, and a delicate face came down the stairs with a smile.
Is this Lily?The girl that my dear Professor Snape is obsessed with?
No wonder...it's really beautiful...
At this time, Soul paused again for a moment on Harry, who was still a cub, and had to sigh again, are James' genes so strong?
If Harry had inherited some of his mother's looks, his life at Hogwarts Castle would definitely be much easier.
If nothing else, if Harry had dark red hair and eyes that were exactly the same color as his mother, some teacher wouldn't be able to hold Harry in the palm of his hand.
While Sur's thoughts were wandering, James and Lily had hugged, kissed, and chatted a few words with a smile. James casually threw the wand on the sofa, picked up the child and handed it to Lily.
At this moment, there was a violent banging sound from the door.
James and Lily held their children and looked at the door in confusion. James turned around and said something to Lily before preparing to cross the sofa and walk towards the door of the living room.
Here it comes... Sur sighed secretly.
As soon as James passed the sofa, the door of the living room was violently blasted open by a magic spell. The diffuse smoke dissipated, and a skinny man wearing a black robe appeared at the door.
He has a pair of venomous snake-like eyes with blood-red pupils. The area where his nose should be is flat with only two slender black holes. The skin exposed outside the black robe is sickly pale.
It's Voldemort!
He raised his yew wand.
James only had time to shout--'Quickly, Lily, it's him, run, I'll stop you...', without even taking the wand that was close at hand, he just rushed over and tried to block it with his body. Voldemort's footsteps.
The scene changed again. This was a bedroom. Lily put Harry in the cradle in the bedroom, and blocked the door with a chair and box with her trembling body.
From downstairs came madness, harsh laughter, and an emotionless sound---
"Avada Kedavra!"
Suer was silent and saw Lily's body shaking violently and her face covered with tears.
She knew that she couldn't run away, and no one could escape the devil's personal pursuit. She staggered to Harry's side, gently pressed her forehead against Harry, and muttered something.
The sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden board came clearly, from weak to strong, getting closer and closer, like the footsteps of the god of death.
The door was opened, and those ridiculous chairs and boxes certainly couldn't stop a wizard.
Voldemort lazily waved his wand, and the debris was thrown away.
Harry's mother stood up and stood in front of the cradle without hesitation. She opened her hands and used her body to stop a notorious dark wizard. It was obviously not a wise choice, but she did it anyway.
"Don't kill Harry! Let him go. Please, just kill me. Don't kill him! He's still so young."
"Get out of here," Voldemort said coldly. "Get out of the way, you stupid woman."
"Please, please." Lily begged humbly, grabbing the hem of Voldemort's wizard robe with her hands.
"Bang." Voldemort just waved his wand, and Lily's body was thrown aside by the invisible magic and hit the wooden box.
She didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and when Voldemort raised his wand at Harry, she rushed back to Voldemort's feet regardless of her own safety.
"Lily Evans." There was impatience in Voldemort's tone, and his eyes were even redder. "I was asked to let you go...last warning, get out of here!"
"Don't challenge my patience."
"Don't kill Harry, please, I can do anything you want, as long as you don't, don't kill..."
Voldemort's patience was exhausted and he raised his wand.
A flash of green light flashed, and Lily's body fell backwards like a bird with broken wings.
Su Er couldn't help but sigh and shook his head slightly.
From Voldemort's words, it can be heard that this woman actually has a chance to survive. Needless to say who the opportunity comes from, Sur can guess it.
But she gave up and just wanted to give her children a hope of living.
Women are weak, but mothers are strong.
Little Harry stood up unsteadily in the cradle, with an ignorant and silly smile on his face. He seemed to think that everything in front of him was just a fun drama.
"Ah...ah..." he murmured.
But what he was waiting for was the cold touch of Voldemort putting his wand against his face.
Harry cried, and he realized that the person in front of him was not his relative.
The scarlet light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, disgust clearly appeared on his calm face, and he raised his wand.
"Avada---"
"Death!"
Shortly after Harry left, Soul asked doubtfully the question that had been lingering in his mind since just now.
"Professor, how did Harry become a Horcrux?"
"This has something to do with the way Horcruxes are made." Dumbledore got up from the sofa and walked to the standing cabinet in the corner of the principal's office. "Before answering your question, we might as well look at a memory first."
This was not the first time that Soul used the pensieve. After waiting for Dumbledore to pour the silver wire into the mist, Soul expertly buried his head in it.
The world was spinning for a while, and when he landed, the scene in front of him had changed.
A wand appeared in front of Sur's eyes. Colorful ribbons were bursting out from the tip of the wand, accompanied by a tinkling sound. Looking along the wand, a plus version of Harry Potter appeared in front of him.
"This is Godric's Hollow. He is James, Harry's father." Dumbledore's voice appeared in Soul's ears.
Su Er's eyes suddenly became complicated, "Then this memory is..."
"Yes." Dumbledore's voice was filled with guilt.
This is a living room. It is not spacious or gorgeous, but there are signs of careful decoration in every corner of the room. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it, and it exudes a warm feeling.
James was using magic to tease a dark-haired, chubby boy wearing light blue pajamas beside a cradle bed.
This is Harry... Soul knows.
He was laughing happily and reached out to grab the colorful ribbons, but when they touched the little fleshy palms, they turned into smoke and disappeared.
On top of the cradle, there was a small broom floating on it, spinning in circles, with a bell tied to the end of the broom. This was where the jingling sound that Sur heard came from.
At this time, a woman with shawl long dark red hair, green eyes, and a delicate face came down the stairs with a smile.
Is this Lily?The girl that my dear Professor Snape is obsessed with?
No wonder...it's really beautiful...
At this time, Soul paused again for a moment on Harry, who was still a cub, and had to sigh again, are James' genes so strong?
If Harry had inherited some of his mother's looks, his life at Hogwarts Castle would definitely be much easier.
If nothing else, if Harry had dark red hair and eyes that were exactly the same color as his mother, some teacher wouldn't be able to hold Harry in the palm of his hand.
While Sur's thoughts were wandering, James and Lily had hugged, kissed, and chatted a few words with a smile. James casually threw the wand on the sofa, picked up the child and handed it to Lily.
At this moment, there was a violent banging sound from the door.
James and Lily held their children and looked at the door in confusion. James turned around and said something to Lily before preparing to cross the sofa and walk towards the door of the living room.
Here it comes... Sur sighed secretly.
As soon as James passed the sofa, the door of the living room was violently blasted open by a magic spell. The diffuse smoke dissipated, and a skinny man wearing a black robe appeared at the door.
He has a pair of venomous snake-like eyes with blood-red pupils. The area where his nose should be is flat with only two slender black holes. The skin exposed outside the black robe is sickly pale.
It's Voldemort!
He raised his yew wand.
James only had time to shout--'Quickly, Lily, it's him, run, I'll stop you...', without even taking the wand that was close at hand, he just rushed over and tried to block it with his body. Voldemort's footsteps.
The scene changed again. This was a bedroom. Lily put Harry in the cradle in the bedroom, and blocked the door with a chair and box with her trembling body.
From downstairs came madness, harsh laughter, and an emotionless sound---
"Avada Kedavra!"
Suer was silent and saw Lily's body shaking violently and her face covered with tears.
She knew that she couldn't run away, and no one could escape the devil's personal pursuit. She staggered to Harry's side, gently pressed her forehead against Harry, and muttered something.
The sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden board came clearly, from weak to strong, getting closer and closer, like the footsteps of the god of death.
The door was opened, and those ridiculous chairs and boxes certainly couldn't stop a wizard.
Voldemort lazily waved his wand, and the debris was thrown away.
Harry's mother stood up and stood in front of the cradle without hesitation. She opened her hands and used her body to stop a notorious dark wizard. It was obviously not a wise choice, but she did it anyway.
"Don't kill Harry! Let him go. Please, just kill me. Don't kill him! He's still so young."
"Get out of here," Voldemort said coldly. "Get out of the way, you stupid woman."
"Please, please." Lily begged humbly, grabbing the hem of Voldemort's wizard robe with her hands.
"Bang." Voldemort just waved his wand, and Lily's body was thrown aside by the invisible magic and hit the wooden box.
She didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and when Voldemort raised his wand at Harry, she rushed back to Voldemort's feet regardless of her own safety.
"Lily Evans." There was impatience in Voldemort's tone, and his eyes were even redder. "I was asked to let you go...last warning, get out of here!"
"Don't challenge my patience."
"Don't kill Harry, please, I can do anything you want, as long as you don't, don't kill..."
Voldemort's patience was exhausted and he raised his wand.
A flash of green light flashed, and Lily's body fell backwards like a bird with broken wings.
Su Er couldn't help but sigh and shook his head slightly.
From Voldemort's words, it can be heard that this woman actually has a chance to survive. Needless to say who the opportunity comes from, Sur can guess it.
But she gave up and just wanted to give her children a hope of living.
Women are weak, but mothers are strong.
Little Harry stood up unsteadily in the cradle, with an ignorant and silly smile on his face. He seemed to think that everything in front of him was just a fun drama.
"Ah...ah..." he murmured.
But what he was waiting for was the cold touch of Voldemort putting his wand against his face.
Harry cried, and he realized that the person in front of him was not his relative.
The scarlet light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, disgust clearly appeared on his calm face, and he raised his wand.
"Avada---"
"Death!"
