Chapter 433: The Birth of the Savior, Heartbroken Sirius, Promotion
"There are so many obstacles!" Voldemort rushed in and cast an obstacle spell to pin Lily to the ground. After all, his beloved Severus Snape had pleaded for the woman in front of him, and Voldemort was happy to give Snape some face while there was still room for improvement.
Although Senior Tom's mind was corrupted by black magic, he was just acting crazy before he was completely immersed in chaos. He was definitely not stupid, otherwise he would not have been able to win over so many subordinates.
"Ah~, clever Lily." Voldemort pushed open the door and came before his destined person.
"If you weren't a Muggle wizard, I would sincerely hope that you could become a member of my team." Senior Tom's unique talent collection habit began to take effect.
"But it's too late. Blame it on the damn prophecy." Senior Tom raised his wand and pointed it at Harry in the crib.
"Avada Kendawa!"
"Do not--!"
Lily's magic power fully erupted. As Eleanor's best friend, Lily naturally knew several rooms in the Department of Mysteries, or in other words, she had touched an extremely special magic under Eleanor's guidance.
Its name is - love!
The new magic power generated by reversing the power of the King of the Deep - Resentment - the magic of love, naturally has some characteristics of resentment.
Therefore, before the lightning chain of the Killing Curse reached Harry's body, Lily used this strange magic to construct a powerful protective magic. Unfortunately, this magic is not yet perfect, so...
"Burn it, my life."
Lily's weak but firm voice penetrated the boundary between illusion and reality and reached the ocean of collective subconsciousness. The whole ocean began to vibrate, the prophecy was cheering, and celebrating the birth of the savior.
A silver glow instantly filled Lily's pupils. The transmission of love transcended time and space, and the golden spell reached Harry's body one step faster than the Killing Curse.
The green lightning chain and the golden particles were rebounded as soon as they came into contact. The power of chaos wanted to protect itself, but Lily used up her last magic to mark Voldemort, and the magic of love instantly dispelled the power of chaos.
Voldemort, who was so close, had no time to block and was hit by the Killing Curse he had cast.
Finally, the invincible Dark Lord fell.
Outside the Potter mansion, Sirius arrived late on his flying motorcycle. He hurriedly pushed open the door, but saw James Potter lying lifeless on the ground.
"Do not--!"
After leaving home, he was taken in by the Potters. The memory of James treating him like a brother began to emerge. Sirius' eyes were red and his hands holding James kept shaking.
However, among the many chaotic memories, he locked onto a timid figure, and connecting everything together, Sirius already knew that Peter had betrayed James.
He rushed out of the door in anger and rode quickly to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters in Hogsmeade, but Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to be resting inside, had already disappeared.
"Hey, Sirius," Hagrid greeted him.
But Sirius, who had lost all hope, had already shown self-destructive tendencies and began to prepare for his death.
"Hagrid, this motorcycle is for you."
Sirius patted him on the shoulder before pulling out his wand and using the special magic of the Black family to follow the trail of Apparitions around the room and running out into the night.
Finally, while searching for traces of magic, Sirius found a rat on the streets of London that was about to enter a sewer.
"A rat is flying!" Sirius didn't bother to hide and cast magic in front of a group of Muggles. The cold murderous intent combined with magic power was already faintly floating in the air.
The fat rat was sucked out as soon as it entered the sewer, and kept flying towards Sirius, so Peter simply revealed his true form.
"Oh my God.", "The mouse turned into a human, am I dazzled?", "It must be a street magic, it must be a street magic."......
The Muggles around were talking about it, but they didn't know that some of the excitement was not to be watched.
"Go to hell, you traitor..." Sirius raised his wand, and Peter Pettigrew also raised his wand to cast a spell.
"Thunder Explosion!"* 2.
boom--!
The two wizards coordinated their magic to cast spells and collided with each other on the street. The horrific explosion instantly destroyed the entire street.
Sirius felt dizzy when he stood up from the ruins, and there seemed to be something sharp buzzing in his eardrums.
He struggled to come to where Peter was standing. There were two broken fingers left in the ruins. It seemed that Peter was killed by himself.
"Hahaha, hahahaha!" Sirius knelt in the ruins and laughed wildly, and then was arrested by the Aurors who arrived.
At the same time, at Hogwarts, Dumbledore captured all the Death Eaters who raided Hogwarts, and then received news from Snape that the Potters had died.
Dumbledore stood at the top of the tower for a long time, then wrote a letter and asked Fawkes to send it to the Daily Prophet.
In less than an hour, a bombshell news was delivered to the entire British wizarding world via an urgent supplement to the Daily Prophet.
'The End of the Dark Lord, the Savior of the Wizarding World - Harry Potter'
At the same time, a very small section of newspapers published Dumbledore's speculation that the Dark Lord was not yet dead. However, no wizard cared about it anymore, and a festive atmosphere enveloped the entire British wizarding world.
They happily took to the streets and launched fireworks into the sky with magic wands, while more people gathered in the Leaky Cauldron to get drunk.
However, hidden behind all this are two demigods from the audience path. The two Sequence Fours have joined forces to stir up a storm in the sea of consciousness, intensifying the revision of the prophecy and the collective will of wizards.
No one in the entire British wizarding world cared about how a baby of more than ten months old defeated Voldemort. They just felt a wave of fanaticism surging in their hearts and naturally joined in the carnival.
The dream has been woven, and the two audiences stand on top of the Big Ben in London, watching the beautiful dream they have woven for the wizarding world.
"Weaving dreams for people of an era." Arthurie took out the potion, and gray, unreal dreams floated in the test tube, as if they came from the gray brain of the dream.
"Cheers." Rada was anxious. He clinked glasses with Arthursi and then drank the potion.
The two felt their spirits and bodies constantly combining, turning into wisps of smoke that were blown by the breeze to the sea of collective subconsciousness.
The dream of a savior they fabricated became an anchor for the two of them under the solidification of the ritual, protecting them from being blown away by the waves of the sea of collective subconsciousness.
Then, the thoughts in Arthursi and Rada continued to dissolve and merge into the dream, and the two dream weavers finally returned from the ocean of collective subconsciousness.
The returning Rada and Arthursi had strong dragon majesty in their eyes, which startled a flock of birds.
"Oh, calm down. There are tens of millions of people living in London. Do you want to cause a large-scale exposure incident?" A slightly rogue voice sounded behind the two of them.
Arthursie and Rada turned back together and saw the emaciated man.
