Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

Godric's Hollow, late afternoon. Dale Robinson, one of Dumbledore's informants, was sitting on a deck chair in his courtyard, enjoying the beautiful sunset, which was almost setting.

"Wait, what is that?" He took off the sunglasses on his face and rubbed his eyes. The sky in the distance was dark. He squinted and looked at it carefully for a while, his pupils kept dilating, "Damn, I Dumbledore must be notified."

Dale hurriedly walked into the house. He rang a string of bells in his house, which was one of the emergency communication methods with Dumbledore. Then he took out his wand and walked out of his house.

"Come on, damn Death Eaters." He cursed and walked out of the courtyard and stood on the road in front of the door. Like him, more and more wizards in Godric's Hollow noticed the Death Eaters attacking from a distance, but few dared to stand up like Dale.

"James" Lily looked out the window, her eyes were very shocked and at the same time filled with intense confusion.

James walked to the window and looked outside, "Why are the Death Eaters here?"

He thought of the highly unlikely scenario of Peter Pettigrew's betrayal.

"Lily, protect Harry, I will stop Voldemort later."

"James" Lily pulled him, James paused, then he turned around and hugged Lily into his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly for a while, and James let go of Lily's hand and said softly: "Lily, we have to protect our son."

Tears flowed from Lily's eyes, but she did not stop James again and came to Harry's room after James left the room. She had decided to die with James, but before that, she had to use all methods to protect her and James' flesh and blood.

"Stupid" Voldemort just waved his wand and knocked Dale to the ground, "Avada Kedavra"

A green light hit Dale, his eyes gradually became hollow, and then he completely lost his breath.

"Lestrange, you and the others stay here." Voldemort turned to Lestrange and ordered.

"Yes, Master." Lestrange's voice was very hoarse. He must be the owner of the voice that Sirius heard that day.

At the Wizengamot Conference, Dumbledore sensed the emergency communication from Godric's Hollow. He looked around and said with a smile: "Sorry, I think I have to leave for a while. I need to go to the toilet."

"No, Professor Dumbledore, I'm afraid you can't leave at will now." The host of the meeting stood up and called Dumbledore, "Now we need to ask you about the British wizarding world. As the British Wizengamot The truth about what the Death Eaters are doing needs to be told to the Wizengamot."

Dumbledore smiled and looked at the moderator, who said nothing.

After a few seconds, the meeting host nodded, "Okay, I agree that you will leave for a while, but you'd better return to the venue within ten minutes."

"Ten minutes may not be enough for an old man like me." Dumbledore smiled, "I need at least half an hour."

"Okay, half an hour then." The host of the meeting made a gesture of invitation. Dumbledore nodded and left the hall.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, the smile on his face disappeared and turned serious. He knew very well that Dale would not ring the bell until the most critical moment. If there was any emergency in Godric's Hollow, it would only be Voldemort.

Dumbledore nodded at himself, covered his whereabouts with the Disillusionment Charm, and quickly left the building where the meeting was located.

One of the lessons brought by the last elf rebellion forced wizards to start researching anti-disapparation spells for magical animals, but this was only deployed in some important international exchange institutions. Because there are still wizards in many countries who are indifferent to this matter.

"James Potter." Voldemort looked at James lying on the ground and showed a cold smile, "I didn't expect you to be so arrogant and arrogant. You didn't even bring a wand when facing the most powerful dark wizard."

"Voldemort, I think you and I don't have that much nonsense to talk about." James looked at Voldemort. He didn't expect Voldemort to rush into the room so quickly. He didn't have time to grab his wand in an emergency.

"I think so do I." Voldemort looked at James with the eyes of a dead man, "Then say goodbye, James."

Voldemort dealt with James, then looked at the layout of the room and nodded appreciatively. He walked to the door of Harry's room and knocked.

Voldemort said in the most polite tone possible, "Can I come in?"

During the battle between old enemies, he still maintained his grace. Of course, he may be the only one who thinks so.

There was no response from the house, and Voldemort knocked on the door again. At this time, he was extremely "patient".

There was no response from the house, and Voldemort became a little impatient. He opened the door lock directly with his wand, then pushed it gently, and then turned his head slightly to avoid Lily's spell.

"It's not a good idea to interrupt the battle between my old enemies like this." Voldemort looked at Lily coldly, and with a wave of his hand, Lily's wand flew out of her hand.

Voldemort looked at the other side of the room, where a baby was looking at him curiously. Then, he seemed to be frightened by his terrifying appearance and cried.

Voldemort felt that such an old enemy was an insult to him, so he pointed his wand at Harry, preparing to end his life with the killing curse.

"Don't kill Harry, please, have mercy on me. You can do whatever you want, just kill me." Lily opened her arms to block Harry.

Voldemort looked at Lily, "Then you and your stupid husband can die together."

The green light hit Lily and she fell in front of Harry, struggling to look at him. Voldemort was a little impatient and used his wand to move Lily away from his sight towards Harry.

This time, he was one-on-one with his old nemesis.

Voldemort bowed to Harry in the traditional duel etiquette. Although it was impossible for Harry to duel with him at this time, Voldemort still did so. He was a person who pursued a sense of ritual.

Voldemort's sinister smile always hung on his face. He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry, shouting in a louder voice than ever before: "Avada Kedavra"

The green light hit Harry's forehead and then bounced back. Voldemort's eyes were filled with fear, and his pupils continued to dilate as the green light approached.

"No" Voldemort was hit by his own death curse, his body turned into fragments, and then a black mist flew out from the falling fragments. After a while, the debris on the ground disappeared, but Lily still had a breath left. She struggled and told Harry about James and her love for Harry.

After a while, Harry's cries filled the room.