I, Hogwarts Second Week

At night, Harry had a dream.

The night in the dream was wet and windy.

Two children dressed as pumpkins waddled across the square. The shop windows were covered with paper spiders. They were all tacky Muggle accessories, decorating a world they did not believe in...

He walked with the same sense of purpose, power, and rightness that always came to him on such occasions...not anger...that was reserved for souls weaker than his...but victory. , yes... He has been waiting for this moment, looking forward to this moment...

"Nice make-up, sir!"

A little boy ran over and looked under the hood of the cloak. He smiled hesitantly, and fear enveloped his painted face.

The child turned and ran away... His hand grasped the wand under the robe... As long as he moved a little, the child would never be able to run to his mother again... But there was no need, absolutely no need...

He walked on a new, darker street, and his destination finally appeared in front of him. The red loyalty spell had been broken, but they didn't know it yet... The sound he made was lighter than the dead leaves sliding on the road, and he walked quietly In front of the dark hedge, looking inside...

They did not close the curtains, and he could clearly see that they were in the small living room. The tall black-haired man wearing glasses was blowing bursts of colored smoke with his wand to make the little black-haired boy in blue pajamas happy. .

The child giggled and grabbed the smoke, holding it in Xiao Feng's head...

A door opened and his mother came in, speaking words he couldn't hear, her long crimson hair falling around her face.

The father picked up his son and handed him to his mother, then threw the wand on the sofa, stretched and yawned...

The door rang slightly and he pushed it open.

But James Potter didn't hear it.

A pale hand pulled the wand from under the cloak and pointed at the door, which flew open.

As he crossed the threshold, James burst into the hall, so easily, so easily, that James didn't even pick up his wand.

"Lily, take Harry and go quickly, it's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him -"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light filled the narrow foyer, illuminating the stroller leaning against the wall.

James Potter fell like a puppet with its strings cut off

He heard her screaming upstairs. There was no way to escape, but as long as she had some sense, at least she didn't have to be afraid...

He climbed the stairs and was a little amused when he heard her trying to shield herself with something... She didn't bring a wand either... How stupid, how gullible they were, thinking they could trust their safety to their friends, thinking they could hand over weapons Lose it even for a little while...

He opened the door and with a lazy wave of his wand tossed aside the chairs and boxes she had hastily piled behind it... There she stood, holding the child in her arms.

As soon as she saw him, she put her son in the cradle behind her and opened her arms, as if it was of any use, as if she hoped that by blocking the child, he would choose her instead...

"Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!"

"Get out of the way, stupid woman... get out of the way...

"Don't kill Harry, please, kill me, kill me."

"My last warning—"

"No, please, have mercy, have mercy."

"Get out of the way——"

He could have pushed her away from the cradle, but it seemed safer to kill her.

A green light flashed across the room and she fell, just like her husband.

The child did not cry. He stood up, grabbed the railing of the cradle, and looked up at the face of the intruder with interest. Perhaps he thought his father was hiding in his cloak and conjuring more beautiful fireworks. Mom will jump up with a smile at any time——

Very carefully he pointed the wand at the little boy's face.

He wanted to see it happen, to see this single, unexplainable danger destroyed.

The child cried, already understanding that he was not James.

He didn't like the crying. He could never stand the crying of the children in the orphanage.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light lit up and he was broken. He was nothing. His body melted and his soul was exposed to the air. Pain and fear rushed towards him.

He must hide. Get out of this house, stay far away, far away!

"Harry - are you okay! Harry!!!"

The scene changes.

He was whipping a group of goblins crazily.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Cruciato and bone-cutting!" The red light of the Cruciatus Curse hit the group of goblins in front of him.

Then the group of treacherous creatures began to twist together in pain.

He yelled crazily for mercy.

But this fell on deaf ears.

He was still waving his wand wildly, as if it was just for torture.

The first few goblins could no longer hold on any longer, and began to convulse all over, foaming at the mouth, and finally collapsed to the ground, dead.

And his attention also shifted to the following ones.

"Legilimency."

He roughly pried open the goblins' brains and browsed their memories unscrupulously.

Soon he found what he was looking for.

"Haha - when will you despicable creatures learn to be smart?"

"Blade of Prometheus? Haha - very good, very good."

"Avada Kedavra!"

The next second, the green light lit up again, and with a sharp and harsh sound, several lives disappeared. They seemed to be more relaxed than their companions.

"No-no!" Harry shouted.

But suddenly, he seemed to have turned into the cruel Voldemort.

He was burning the goblin corpses with flames.

"Um?"

The strange green eyes suddenly changed.

The next second.

Harry felt his body become smaller again. Became a baby. Back in the cradle.

And Voldemort, who had killed his mother, suddenly stopped holding the wand in his hand.

"We meet again Potter!"

"You are still so cowardly, hiding like a mouse."

"Now, where are you?"

"Oh - let's take a look, it turns out it's in Godric's Hollow. I can see the ruins of your house from the window."

"Get out! Get out of my head!!!" Harry shouted. He could feel that his body seemed to be out of control, and his consciousness seemed to be imprisoned here and could never get out again. .

"Haha -" Voldemort smiled arrogantly, "Oh - our savior has found a girlfriend. Haha - the same annoying red hair."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"ah--"

In a daze, Harry heard a scream. The sound was very distant, but he still recognized that it was Ginny's voice.

"Let her go and come at me. You coward, come at me if you dare!!!" Harry bared his teeth and claws and rushed towards Voldemort in front of him.

But he is too young.

Just babies.

Voldemort raised his hand and slapped him to the ground, and he fell into his mother's arms on the ground.

"You are just like your stupid father." Voldemort smiled coldly.

"Arrogant. I think I can defeat the great Voldemort!"

"My father was a hero!" Harry shouted. "He was a hero who died fighting monsters like you!"

"Haha -" Voldemort laughed suddenly, "A hero who tries to resist the curse with his body like a Muggle? Potter - this is really the stupidest joke I have ever heard."

"He died of his own hubris, laziness and defiance. Maybe you didn't see it."

As he spoke, the scene in front of Harry's eyes faded.

He came to their door.

"Your stupid father doesn't even have a wand in his hand. If he had a wand, maybe your equally stupid mother would still have a chance to escape."

As he spoke, Voldemort entered their home again, and then killed his father again in front of Harry.

"No—" Harry screamed, heartbreakingly.

But Voldemort didn't waver at all.

He even found it very funny. He resurrected his father, then killed him, resurrected again and shot the Cruciatus Curse, laughing loudly as his father screamed in pain. Then kill it.

"Oh - this kind of game is really interesting. I never thought that memory can be manipulated like this. Potter - what do you think? Is it fun?" Voldemort looked at Harry crazily.

And Harry - he looked even smaller, turning into a baby who couldn't stand up. Curled up, numb and expressionless.

It's like a body with its soul taken away.

"Okay - I admit, it gets boring very quickly." Voldemort stepped over James' body. "But fortunately, there is a toy there."

"Oh - how should I punish this stupid woman for thwarting me. Potter - don't play dead - give me an idea."

"I am going to kill you!!!"

"Yes, yes, haha ​​- I think if you have enough strength, you might as well think about my problem. Maybe such a compassionate Voldemort will help you get rid of it as soon as possible."

They came to the second floor.

There were sounds coming from the room - Lily was moving things against the door in a panic.

"Zi Zhen - look, another idiot."

Voldemort waved his hand and shot a spell.

The door was immediately blown open.

"Come on Potter, let's get on to the rest of the game."

Harry's eyes widened and he looked at his mother bitterly, seeing that she was about to die again at the hands of Voldemort.

He was filled with powerlessness and anger.

He didn't understand why Voldemort had such power to suppress himself. It was obviously his body and his head.

This was just his or Voldemort's memory. Why didn't Occlumency work?

He lowered his head and looked at his body.

Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger, and he was getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe in a while, he will turn from a baby into nothingness, and then he may disappear completely.

Wait - suddenly, Harry seemed to realize something.

"Hey - Potter, why are you dazed now! The show is about to begin." Voldemort smiled wildly.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Lily.

"A good show, what a good show?" Harry said suddenly, he raised his head and glared at Voldemort, "How can you humiliate yourself by watching a motherless bastard perform?"

After saying that, Harry felt like he was surrounded by countless cold feelings in an instant.

A substantial killing intent surged over him like a wave, almost knocking him unconscious.

"Haha -" Harry gritted his teeth and reluctantly supported, "What, did you reveal someone's scar?"

"Oh - I heard that a certain person was abandoned by his mother at the door of the orphanage. What a bastard woman. How could there be such a mother in this world? I really feel sad for that bastard."

"What did you say?" Voldemort stared at Harry coldly. The murderous intent in his eyes was almost substantive.

"Are you hard of hearing? I fucking say you're a bastard, a beast produced by a love potion. An ungrateful idiot without a conscience. A thief, a murderer, and a fool who has failed countless times." Harry pointed at Voldemort's nose and cursed.

For some reason, as his voice became louder and louder, his body gradually grew larger, and soon he returned to normal size from a baby.

As expected!

Harry thought to himself.

This is a world of memory, Voldemort has invaded his brain, and what they have to compete with at this moment is willpower. If the one is irritable, his willpower will be scattered, and he will fall behind.

After understanding this, Harry immediately began to search for all the information about Tom Riddle from his memory.

Dumbledore showed him many memories about Tom last year.

And Owen also talked about Tom's life experience.

He knew Voldemort inside and out.

"Oh - did it hit you sore spot?" Harry said disdainfully, "I really don't know what you have to say about your reputation, claiming to represent the interests of pure blood all day long. Your cheap father who died in Little Hangleton is just bullshit. When did you become a wizard?"

"Enough!!!" Voldemort roared.

Everything around him began to collapse.

And at the moment when this memory world disappeared.

Harry took the opportunity to regain control of his body.

After coming to his senses. He found himself standing in front of the living room window.

At his feet, was Ginny moaning in pain.

Harry immediately waved his wand and lifted the spell on Ginny. Then he began to recite the brain occlusion spell frantically.

"Potter, I will kill you. In front of your stupid girlfriend."

In his head, Voldemort's voice was still roaring.

"Then come on. Cowards can only talk." Harry shouted fearlessly.

The anger and hatred in his mouth were no less than Voldemort's.

"Hehe - haha ​​-" Voldemort laughed wildly.

Then his laughter became farther and farther away, and smaller and smaller.

Until it completely disappeared in Harry's mind.

"Huh--"

At the moment when Voldemort completely disappeared, Harry collapsed to the ground.

His spirit was exhausted, and he was holding on because he didn't faint directly at this moment.

"Ginny--" He hurriedly looked at Ginny lying on the ground.

Climb over and check her injuries.

Ginny, who had been tortured for a long time, saw Harry rushing towards her and subconsciously tried to hide.

It was not until Harry rushed her into his arms and the familiar warmth filled her whole body that she realized that Harry was back.

Then, her eyes were wet and she couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry--I'm sorry!" Harry comforted painfully.

It was his fault, and his fault again.

The crying continued for a moment, and Ginny in his arms raised her head with tears in her eyes, sobbing and saying: "Go, Harry. Get out of here, the mysterious man already knows we are here!"