From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Where is this?" Ivy squatted down at the corner of the street. There were several pumpkins piled on the ground. A candle was lit in the carved mouths with sharp teeth. "The residents of the town seem to be celebrating Halloween?"

"Magic... It's really amazing..." Dumbledore's face was full of trance. He looked around in amazement. There was a small square not far away. Several children dressed as pumpkins were chasing each other. The shop windows were full of paper spiders, and some small bats were hanging under the lights.

"A Muggle town?" Ivy asked uncertainly. He didn't know that this magic would create such an illusion, but he was keenly aware that Dumbledore seemed to have been here.

"No, no, no." Dumbledore seemed to remember that he was walking with Ivy at this time, "I'm afraid I haven't been here for a long time... I can't be sure... but... let's take another look... let's take another look..."

"Where is Harry?" Ivy asked again, "We should be with him."

"It should be in the town..." Dumbledore's voice was like a dream. He opened his eyes wide to distinguish every street, and finally locked on one, "Let's go in that direction."

This was not a request for opinion or a suggestion, but a plain statement.

The two floated across the small square with various Halloween decorations and walked towards a newer and darker street.

A figure in a black robe and a cloak stood there, facing the end of the street.

"Follow." Dumbledore did not explain, and his pace was not like a centenarian.

But even so, Dumbledore still tried to keep quiet, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping spider.

"We are in an illusion created by ancient magic." Ivy walked past Dumbledore, who was trying to hide himself in the shadow of the hedge. "No one here will notice us, not even Harry."

Ivy caught up with the figure hiding under the black cloak and pulled off his hood.

A dead-looking bald head was exposed to the air. His face looked like it had been burned, his features were blurred, and he was twisted like wax, and his whites seemed to be permanently filled with blood.

"Voldemort?" Ivy didn't expect to see him here. He had always been entangled with Ivy for the whole year. Sometimes he would cast a killing curse on him, and sometimes he would send him a great gift with soul fragments.

This is Godric's Hollow. Ivy understood everything immediately.

No wonder Dumbledore seemed to be very familiar with this place, because the Dumbledore family had lived here for a long time, and even his mother and sister were buried here.

"Ah-Harry." Dumbledore came to Ivy and sighed softly.

Following his sight, a quarrel broke out in the living room.

"Listen to me! Dad! Mom!" This was Harry's roar. Ivy had heard it once when he jumped off the broom to fight for the Golden Snitch.

"We are listening..." Ivy didn't recognize the female voice, but he knew that the woman who made this voice was Lily Potter, Harry's mother.

"Must! Must leave here immediately!" Harry's voice was slightly calmer, but still full of fear, "Voldemort!" He then changed his name, "The mysterious man is heading here!"

Voldemort by the hedge didn't intend to continue watching. He floated through the iron gate like a puff of smoke and came to the wooden door.

The pale fingers pulled out the wand and waved it lightly, and the wooden door slammed open.

"Who!" The tall man in the living room shouted and walked towards the hallway.

"Don't go! Dad!" But the only response to Harry was an unpleasant laugh and a green spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

James fell heavily to the ground, and Harry roared and tried to rush out, but his mother grabbed him tightly, holding him in her arms, and shouted at Voldemort who stepped over James's body: "Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green spell flashed for the second time, and the woman with crimson hair fell like her husband, with fear and pleading still on her face.

"Ah--" The sound coming out of Harry's mouth was not like that from the human world, and he rushed towards Voldemort crying.

"Avada Kedavra!"

This was the third time Voldemort recited this spell, and the spell with infinite hatred flew towards Harry, but it did not work like the previous two times.

Ivy and Dumbledore, who were standing next to him, saw clearly that the green killing curse backfired the first moment it hit Harry.

Voldemort's killing curse shattered his own body, like a pale plaster statue thrown to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, nothing was left, except pain and fear.

"I never thought... I never thought it would be like this..." Ivy saw the tears in Dumbledore's eyes, "This is really an amazing magic..."

Ivy didn't know what he was talking about, whether it was the "love" that Lily Potter used to protect Harry, or the ancient magic that Ivy recreated everything.

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Before he expressed his opinion, thick fog came from nowhere and submerged everything.

This is the inherent logic of illusion magic. Before the person who enters the illusion passes through, it will continue to cycle all this. That is the result that Ivy set when she used ancient magic to create the wall.

The thick fog dissipated again, and Ivy and Dumbledore had returned to the small square of Godric's Hollow, where Harry was also.

Ivy and Dumbledore watched him get up from the ground, wipe away his tears, and rush into the darkness without looking back.

"What should Harry do to pass his illusion..." Dumbledore asked softly, "Does he have to defeat Voldemort?"

"This illusion comes from the strongest desire in the heart of the intruder, or obsession." Ivy explained.

"Like the Mirror of Erised or Boggart?" Dumbledore looked around, and Voldemort's figure appeared on the square again.

"Like the Mirror of Erised or Boggart." Ivy affirmed.

"But this doesn't make sense..." Dumbledore sighed, "Harry told me that he saw his family in the Mirror of Erised... Then why is Voldemort here?"

"You really don't have any guesses?" Ivy asked, "Even though I told you that Harry is a Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes, unwilling to face this reality: "This illusion... also belongs to Voldemort?"

"I think so." Ivy nodded gently, watching Voldemort embark on the road of no return again, "The strongest wishes and obsessions in the hearts of both of them are here..."