I, Hogwarts Second Week

Something seemed to have cracked.

The ring suddenly collapsed.

The black stone embedded in it fell alone into Harry's hand.

Harry picked up the stone.

There is a giant tooth-shaped crack on it.

Cracks run straight down the emblem of the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the cloak and stone are still clearly visible.

Despite the darkness, Harry recognized the symbol immediately.

He remembered the stories Hermione had read about the Deathly Hallows, and had another epiphany.

It was no longer important to raise the dead, for he was to become one of them. It wasn't him who was calling them, it was them who were calling him.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hands.

He knew there was a result, because he heard slight movement from around him, like a weak body stepping on the snow.

Harry opened his eyes and looked around.

Some weak bodies appeared around him. They were neither ghosts nor living people of flesh and blood.

James was almost as tall as him, dressed in the same clothes he had died in, with messy hair and slightly crooked glasses, like Mr. Weasley.

Lily pushed her long hair back and walked closer to Harry. Her green eyes, which were exactly the same as Harry's, looked at Harry's face hungrily, as if she could never see enough.

"You are so brave."

Harry was speechless. He looked at his mother heartily, as if he was willing to stand here and look at her forever. He felt that this was enough.

"Does it hurt?"

The childish question came out of his mouth and it was too late for Harry to stop it.

"Death? It doesn't hurt at all." James said, "It's faster and easier than falling into sleep."

A cold breeze seemed to blow from the middle of the forest, tickling Harry's forehead.

He knew they wouldn't tell him to move forward and he would have to make his own decision.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Until the end," Lily said.

"They can't see you?"

"We are part of you," James said. "No one else can see it."

Harry looked at his mother.

"Stay with me," he whispered.

Turning to look at Hermione and Owen.

"I'm ready."

"Be prepared to die."

"No - Harry!" Hermione was anxious, and she strode towards Harry.

But halfway through, he was stopped by Owen.

"You're going to need this." Harry held out his hand, and the Resurrection Stone was in his palm.

Owen walked over and took the resurrection stone.

He held it in his hand.

"No, no! Don't go, Harry." Hermione broke down and cried.

Her bright eyes were now dim, and her tears were like bursting dams, running across her cheeks uncontrollably and dripping to the ground.

"This is what I have to do." Harry clenched his fists and said calmly. "You're so smart Hermione - you've actually guessed it, right?"

He looked at Hermione with a forced smile.

The little witch couldn't hold it any longer, so she ran over and hugged Harry. Infinite sadness broke out at this moment.

The suppressed, heartbreaking cries are even more tragic.

"You-" At this time, Theseus Scamander finally couldn't help asking.

"This is Dumbledore's plan." Owen said, "You can't get involved. This is the only way."

"Let a child die?" Theseus Scamander's tone was a little excited.

"I'm saving him." Owen glanced at him and whispered: "Harry has a part of Voldemort's soul in his body. So do you understand?"

Owen knew that if he didn't speak clearly, Theseus Scamander might stop them. He simply said so.

At this point, the secret is no longer important.

"What?" Theseus Scamander showed a shocked expression.

He looked at Harry blankly. It was like something was blocking my throat and I couldn't say anything.

The boy over there has courage far beyond ordinary people.

He pushed Hermione away decisively.

With the heart of death, I turned towards the darkness.

The freezing January night, with countless dementors hovering high in the sky, made it even colder than before.

But at this time, everyone felt a burning sensation from the bottom of their hearts.

It's anger, sadness, and shame at my own powerlessness.

Owen stood there, watching Harry gradually disappear into the woods.

The title of savior did Harry little good.

But he forced a seventeen-year-old child to die brazenly.

Although he already knew the outcome, the choice at this moment undoubtedly proved Harry's bravery and greatness from the depths of his soul.

Owen tightened the resurrection stone in his hand.

Confirming his hesitant thoughts.

He put it in his pocket and followed without hesitation.

————

The night is like a thick curtain, hanging low over the endless forest, shrouding this ancient and dense land in deep darkness.

Snowflakes are no longer as light and elegant as they were during the day, but with a sense of oppression and heaviness, they land silently on every inch of space, dressing up the forest into a silent white maze.

The cold wind penetrated through the gaps in the clothes and invaded the skin bitingly, making people shiver involuntarily.

Harry walked calmly.

Ten minutes later, he saw a bright light.

He knew that there was his final destiny.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, there is an open space.

There was a bonfire burning in the center of the clearing, and the flickering light illuminated a group of silent and alert-looking Death Eaters.

Some were masked and hooded, while others had their faces exposed.

Harry saw Befenrir nibbling on his long nails furtively, and the blond hunk Roll gently wiping his bleeding lips.

He saw Snape standing at the front of the crowd with an indifferent expression.

She looked at him with the same disgusted expression she had when they first met.

Finally, Harry's eyes met Voldemort's.

He stood proudly in the most conspicuous position, holding the Elder Wand with both hands crossed.

After seeing Harry, a smile suddenly appeared on that cold face.

It was a mocking laugh, laughing at Harry's stupidity and his overestimation.

But in the details that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.

There was still a hint of fear in his eyes.

This child, who had escaped his killing curse several times, frightened him.

Lord Voldemort - It's hard to understand that anyone would be willing to give up his life.

He would just call it stupidity.

But when there are more and more of these fools seeking death with beliefs he cannot understand, he will also feel terrified.

A kind of uneasiness forced him to want to end up with people like Harry as soon as possible.

"Harry, no!"

Hagrid was tied up in a nearby tree, struggling desperately. The huge body shook the branches above his head.

"Shut up!" Roll shouted, waving his wand, and Hagrid fell silent.

This little commotion didn't seem to affect Voldemort's mood.

In other words, he doesn't care about other people at all.

There were endless Death Eaters here, thousands of them, but in his eyes, these people were just puppets.

The only thing that really mattered to him from beginning to end was the little boy in front of him.

"Harry Potter," he said, his voice soft, like a hissing flame.

"The Boy Who Lived."

Voldemort raised his wand, and the purple hand, which seemed to be parasitic with some kind of power, waved it gently.

Harry knew what was going to happen.

He suddenly thought of Ginny for no reason, her radiant appearance, and the feeling of her lips against his—

A pang of guilt emerged in his heart.

But the guilt didn't last long.

Because the next second, green light flashed.

Harry's eyes flashed white, and the world, along with everything he knew, disappeared.

——————

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

It seemed like only a moment had passed.

Something mysterious and mysterious, something that could not be explained or explained, connected Harry's thoughts.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the mist.

But it was different from the fog he had seen before.

From time to time the surrounding scenery is shrouded in clouds and mist.

But these cloud-like fogs have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.

The ground on which he lay seemed white, neither cold nor hot, just a presence, a flat, empty thing.

Harry felt something familiar here.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

He sat up and touched his face. His eyes were gone. But he could see his surroundings clearly.

What's going on?

Doubts arose in Harry's mind.

Isn't he dead?

Is this the world after death?

A vast expanse of white?

Just when Harry felt that the scenery in front of him was a little boring, suddenly the clouds began to change, and a hall, much larger than the Great Hall, slowly squeezed out of the clouds.

"here."

Like King's Cross Station.

Harry looked around, he just thought of the station

But the station shouldn't be so empty.

Suddenly, Harry saw something.

In a world of pure white, that thing has a completely different color, so it is very conspicuous.

He stepped forward.

I saw that thing - it was a naked child, curled up on the ground, the red skin was very rough, it looked like it had been peeled off, lying shivering under a seat, abandoned, and People were crammed in there, struggling to breathe.

Harry was a little scared. The thing was obviously injured. He wanted to save him, but this thing made him instinctively disgusted.

"You can't help."

Harry turned around sharply, and Albus Dumbledore was walking towards him. He had a straight back, brisk steps, and was wearing a flowing dark blue robe.

——————

The killing curse hit Harry, and before Voldemort could rejoice, he was knocked unconscious by the huge soul impact.

He felt his eyes suddenly go dark, and then he fainted.

The Death Eaters on the side were horrified.

But no one came close to him. The fear that Voldemort brought to them was deep-rooted, and no one knew that this demon would go crazy after waking up.

I don't know how long it took, most likely just a few breaths, before Voldemort woke up. He collapsed to the ground, his scarlet eyes full of fear.

Yes, fear!

Something just hurt him, and it was a soul!

He staggered up and stared at Harry.

Suddenly, he found that he did not have the courage to go to see if his enemy was dead.

"You." Voldemort said, pointing to a wizard beside him. "Go and see and tell me if he's dead."

Harry didn't know who Voldemort sent to check.

Until now, he still didn't fully understand why he was alive.

He could only lie in the snow and keep the original action.

There was a rustling sound, and Harry felt someone coming.

A hand, trembling, pressed against his neck pulse, and then reached under his shirt to touch his chest and test his heartbeat.

——Crawl and don't move!

Harry heard a man's voice.

It was so familiar.

He had heard it from the first grade to the sixth grade.

It was Snape, he would never hear it wrong.

Harry felt the man next to him stand up.

Then an excited voice sounded.

"He's dead!" Snape said to the people around him, "Harry Potter is dead!"

His voice was like a switch, and in an instant, the Death Eaters around him began to shout, cheer, and stamp their feet.

A group of people raised their wands and shot fireworks.

Compared with his servants, the master seemed much more indifferent.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

Scarlet eyes looked back and forth at Snape.

Suddenly - unexpectedly.

He raised his hand and fired another killing curse.

The green light went straight to Harry at Snape's feet.

Voldemort's move was too fast. And unexpectedly, no one among the Death Eaters reacted.

Except for Snape who was always alert.

Almost the moment Voldemort raised his hand, he had already made a move.

Transfiguration and the killing curse were almost cast at the same time.

In the snow, a piece of rotten wood was transformed into a shield by Snape.

The killing curse hit the shield and a huge explosion occurred.

The roar and the sound of air waves lifted the snow on the ground, like a storm.

Snape did not hesitate at all. He immediately squatted down, picked up Harry who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and turned to leave.

On the other side, Voldemort had a cruel smile on his lips. The fire in his heart was burning his reason crazily.

Betrayal!

Once again!

He had never expected that Snape would betray him.

He attacked Harry again because this amazing boy had shocked him too much.

Before this, he had used the killing curse many times, but never succeeded in killing him.

Voldemort even didn't believe it - he didn't believe that Harry would die easily.

So he chose to cast the curse again.

He wanted to see that boy's body disappear without a trace of existence.

"Haha--" Voldemort's cruel smile was like the coldest wind in the cold winter, sweeping around.

He raised his wand and threw a spell in the direction where Snape and Harry were running away.

Carpet bombing, the land wailed.

At this moment, several wailings suddenly came from the group of Death Eaters.

Everyone looked subconsciously.

I don't know when a young witch appeared beside Hagrid.

She was holding a pure white kitten.

Before the Death Eaters could react, she disappeared again.

"Feint to the east and attack in the west?"

At this time, all the Death Eaters realized it.

Especially Voldemort, the anger in his heart was like a raging fire.

"Attack!" He roared madly.

"Attack Hogwarts and release my army!"

"I will completely destroy this castle and kill all those who resist!"

"I will hang their bodies in the hall to warn any idiots who dare to fight against me!!!"

As he roared.

All the Death Eaters took action.