I, Hogwarts Week Two

Something seemed to have cracked.

The ring suddenly collapsed.

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

Harry picked up the stone.

There is a giant tooth-shaped crack on it.

The crack ran straight down along the symbol of the Elder Wand, but the triangle and circle representing the Invisibility Cloak and the Stone were still clearly visible.

Even though it was dark, Harry recognized the symbol immediately.

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

It was no longer important to raise the dead, for he would become one of them. It was not he who called them, but they who called him away.

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

He knew there was a result because he heard slight noises around him, like the sound of a weak body stepping through the snow.

Harry opened his eyes and looked around.

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

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

Lily brushed 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 to his heart's content. It seemed that he would be willing to stand there and look at her forever. He felt that this was enough.

"Does it hurt?"

The childish question escaped his lips, and by the time Harry wanted to stop it, it was too late.

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

A cold breeze seemed to blow in from the middle of the forest and ruffled Harry's forehead.

He knew they wouldn't tell him to move forward, and he had 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.

He turned 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 palm.

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

Her bright eyes were now dim, and tears were like a broken dam, flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"This is what I have to do." Harry clenched his fists and said calmly. "You are so smart Hermione - you actually guessed it a long time ago, right?"

He gave Hermione a forced smile.

The little witch could no longer hold on, she ran over and hugged Harry, infinite sadness burst out at this moment.

The suppressed, heart-wrenching cry is even more tragic.

"You——" At this time Theseus Scamander finally couldn't help but ask.

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

"Let a child die?" Theseus Scamander asked with some excitement.

"It's to save him." Owen glanced at him and whispered, "There is a part of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body. So do you understand?"

Owen knew that if he didn't explain clearly, Theseus Scamander might try to stop them, so he just did it.

At this point, this secret is no longer important.

"What?" Theseus Scamander looked shocked.

He stared at Harry blankly, as if something was blocking his throat and he couldn't say anything.

The boy over there has courage far beyond that of an ordinary person.

He pushed Hermione away decisively.

With a mortal heart, he turned and walked towards darkness.

It was a cold January night, with countless Dementors circling high in the sky, making the cold even colder than usual.

But at this moment, everyone felt a heat in their hearts.

It is anger, sadness, and shame for one's own powerlessness.

Owen stood there, watching Harry disappear into the woods.

The title of savior did not bring Harry much benefit.

But it forced a seventeen-year-old child to die.

Although he already knew the ending, the choice he made at this moment undoubtedly proved Harry's courage and greatness that came from the depths of his soul.

Owen tightened the Resurrection Stone in his hand.

It reaffirmed his hesitant thoughts.

He put it in his pocket and followed without hesitation.

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

The snowflakes are no longer as light and floating as they were during the day, but instead fall silently on every inch of space with a sense of oppression and heaviness, turning the forest into a silent white maze.

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

Harry walked calmly.

Ten minutes later, he saw a bright light.

He knew that that was his final destination.

Deep in the forbidden forest, there is an open space.

A bonfire burned in the middle of the clearing, its flickering light illuminating a group of silent, alert Death Eaters.

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

Harry saw Beffenrir nibbling furtively at his long nails, and the big blond Rowle wiping his bleeding lip gently.

He saw Snape standing at the front of the crowd with an indifferent look on his face.

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 in his hands.

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

It was a mocking laugh, mocking Harry's stupidity, mocking his arrogance.

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

There was still a hint of fear in his eyes.

He was terrified by this child who had escaped his Killing Curse several times.

Voldemort - it's hard to understand how anyone could willingly give up their life.

He would just call it stupidity.

But when more and more of these fools seek their own death with beliefs that he cannot understand, he will also feel panic.

A sense of uneasiness forced him to want to end it as soon as possible and fall on Harry and the others.

"Harry, no!"

Hagrid was tied to a nearby tree and struggled desperately. His huge body made the branches above his head sway.

"Shut up!" Rowle yelled, 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.

Here, there are endless Death Eaters, numbering in the tens of thousands, but in his eyes, these people are just puppets.

The only person he really cared about from beginning to end was the little boy in front of him.

"Harry Potter," he said, his voice as quiet as the hissing and spitting of a flame.

"The Boy Who Lived."

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

Harry knew what was going to happen.

He suddenly thought of Ginny, how radiant she was, and the feeling of her lips against his -

A sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

But the guilt didn't last long.

Because the next second, a green light flashed.

Harry's eyes went blank and the world, along with everything he knew, disappeared.

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It seemed like a long time had passed.

It seemed like only a moment had passed.

Something mysterious, indescribable and inexplicable, connected Harry's thoughts.

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

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

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

Rather, these cloud-like mists have not yet formed the surrounding scenery.

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

Harry felt that this place was familiar.

It seems like I have seen it somewhere.

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

what happened?

Harry felt doubtful.

Isn’t he dead?

Is this the world after death?

All white?

Just when Harry felt that the scenery before him was a little dull, suddenly the clouds began to change, and a hall, much larger than the Great Hall, slowly emerged from 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 pure white world, that thing has a completely different color, so it is very conspicuous.

He stepped forward.

I saw that thing - a naked child, curled up on the ground, his skin was red and rough, and looked like it had been peeled off, shivering under a seat, abandoned, shoved there haphazardly, and struggling to breathe.

Harry was a little scared. That thing was obviously injured. He wanted to save him, but this thing made him instinctively hate it.

"You can't help."

Harry whirled around to see Albus Dumbledore coming towards him, straight-backed and brisk on his feet, dressed in flowing dark blue robes.

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The Killing Curse hit Harry, and Voldemort had no time to rejoice before he was knocked unconscious by the huge soul impact.

He just felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and then he fainted.

The Death Eaters nearby were terrified.

But no one approached him. The fear that Voldemort brought to them was deep-rooted, and no one knew what kind of madness this demon would go after waking up.

It was unknown how long it took, probably just a few breaths, before Voldemort woke up. He collapsed to the ground, his scarlet eyes filled with fear.

Yes, fear!

Something had just hurt him, and it was his soul!

He staggered to his feet, his eyes fixed on Harry.

Suddenly, he found that he didn't have the courage to check whether his enemy was dead.

"You," said Voldemort, pointing to a wizard beside him. "Go and see if he is dead or not."

Harry wondered who Voldemort had sent to check.

He still doesn't fully understand why he is alive.

He could only lie on the snow and maintain his original position.

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

One hand, somewhat tremblingly, pressed against his neck to check for pulse, and then he reached under his shirt to feel his chest, checking for his heartbeat.

——Crawl and don’t move!

Harry heard a man's voice.

It's so familiar.

He listened from first grade to sixth grade.

It was Snape, there was no way he had heard 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 out fireworks.

Compared to his servant, the master seems much more ordinary.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

Scarlet eyes looked back and forth over Snape.

Suddenly - unexpectedly.

He raised his hand and fired another killing curse.

The green light was directed towards Harry who was at Snape's feet.

Voldemort's move was so fast and unexpected that no one among the Death Eaters present could react.

Except for Snape who was always vigilant.

Almost the moment Voldemort raised his hand, he had already taken action.

The Transfiguration and the Killing Curse were cast almost simultaneously.

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

The Killing Curse hit the shield and there was a huge explosion.

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

Without any hesitation, Snape immediately squatted down, picked up Harry, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and turned around to leave.

On the other side, Voldemort had a cruel smile on his face, and the fire in his heart was burning his reason like crazy.

betray!

Again!

He had never expected Snape to betray him.

He attacked Harry again, only because this magical boy had given him too much of a shock.

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

Voldemort even found it a little unconvincing - he didn't believe that Harry would die so easily.

So he chose to cast the spell again.

He wanted to see that kid's body gone without a trace, without even a trace of his existence.

“Haha——” Voldemort’s cruel smile was like the coldest wind in winter, sweeping around.

He raised his wand and cast spells recklessly in the direction where Snape and Harry were running.

The carpet bombing made the land wail.

At this moment, a few wailing sounds suddenly came from the group of Death Eaters.

Everyone looked at it subconsciously.

At some point a young witch appeared next to Hagrid.

She was holding a pure white kitten.

Before the Death Eaters could react, she disappeared again.

"Founding in the east and attacking in the west?"

At this moment 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 unleash my army!"

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

"I will hang their bodies in the auditorium as a warning to any idiots who dare to stand against me!!!"

Following his roar.

All the Death Eaters took action.