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"I can come from a family that has defeated me three times, and at the end of the seventh month." The Dark Lord said with a smile. "As it happens, there are two eligible boys here—Longbottom and Potter, Which do you think it will be, Severus?"

Porter!Why is it a child of the Potter family.Snape's face turned pale: "No one has the power to rival you, master, but the boy from the Potter family is only a half-breed, and he can't be the boy in the prophecy, so the boy from the Longbottom family may be more powerful." -"

"I remember that child with black hair." Voldemort mused.

Snape's face turned even paler.

The Longbottom children were not dark-haired.

"This news you have brought me confirms your allegiance. What do you want, Severus?" Voldemort fiddled with his wand. "Status, power or strength? I am planning to change the Minister of Magic... ..."

He has no choice.

"Give me James Potter's wife, my lord." He prostrated himself on the ground, begging in the most humble tone, "James Potter and his son deserve death, but the child's mother deserves death." Innocent, she just lost her head for a while...As long as she can get the right education, she will wake up..."

Unexpectedly, the cold-blooded and merciless Dark Lord replied simply: "Okay."

"Thank you, Master." Snape kissed the Dark Lord's robe heel, failing to see the cruel smile on his face.

"Get up, Severus." Voldemort tapped his wand, and the Death Eaters filed in again.

"Inform them," he ordered leisurely, "whoever can find Harry Potter will become the next Minister of Magic. As for what that person did in the past, I will never blame him."

"I have something to report, master." Lestrange said after everyone took orders.

Voldemort motioned for him to continue.

"Bella's back, but—she's been Oblivioned."

The five of them stared at the entrance closely.Regulus and Lily moved their wands away from each other as well.

The man slowly walked out of the shadows, and a familiar face appeared in everyone's sight.

Nora was the first to exclaim——

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore, whose purple cloak was almost black in the shadows, looked around with his usual kindly smile: "Nora, Sirius, Regulus - glad to see you all here. Put down your wand, Lily." , there are no enemies here."

Lily didn't do that, she asked the same question: "Who are you?"

"I am Albus Dumbledore, Professor at Hogwarts, Founder and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Member of the Ten-Pillar Bowls Society. Issuer of the Order of Sirius. Bearer of the Sword of Gryffindor .”

Lily breathed a sigh of relief.

They gathered by the fireplace, and Dumbledore looked serious: "James, Lily, according to the latest news I got, mysterious people are looking for Harry everywhere, please ensure your absolute safety. Sirius, Regulus, please tell Everything that happened to me. Nora, I think you have a lot to tell me."

"Insurance is the best, Dumbledore, we'd better get out of here first, and talk about the rest later." Sirius said.

"The unbreakable spell here has probably been broken," Nora added. "Trust me, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "It's hard for five people to apparate at the same time. Sirius, do you remember the address of Sturgis' house? You and James go first, and I will come with them later." Lily picked up the cradle Harry, James picked up his wand from the sofa.

But after the Apparation, they were still in place.

"Why—" Sirius didn't finish his sentence when a curse flew over.Sirius threw Regulus down, James shielded Lily, and the Killing Curse flew past Sirius' hair and smashed into the fireplace, sending sparks flying.

Dumbledore stands still, the most powerful wizard in 100 years is at your side, more reliable than anything.

There was more than one visitor, a crowd of Death Eaters swarmed darkly in the porch, with cloaks and masks covering their faces.They are also experienced in many battles, but in front of this old man with white beard and hair, their wands are like branches in the hands of children.

"The master said, hand over whoever he wants, and then you can leave." A Death Eater said, "He is waiting in the old place."

Turn the time back an hour and a half, the Dark Lord's basement.

"What did you see, Bella?"

"Regulus... Regulus Black... he attacked me..."

"Why did he attack you?"

"Because—he betrayed you! That traitor betrayed you!"

"No, no, Bella, that's not the whole reason, is it?" The man said gently and persuasively, "Why did he act so recklessly?"

"I can't remember, master..."

"You remember, Bella." The purple light hit her again.

Bellachrist curled up on the ground with her head in her arms.

Narcissa Malfoy watched her sister's sanity gradually disappear due to repeated spells to unseal memories.Her hands trembled violently, and the husband beside her was staring straight ahead intently, but the hand under his sleeve pinched her wrist.

"In order not to let me see that person..."

"What kind of person?" He squatted beside her and asked softly.

"A woman... please... master... I can't think of more... ah-!" She curled up on the ground again.

"Her name is Nora! Nora Gray!"

Narcissa heard Lucius gasp in disbelief.And she had never heard the name.

The Dark Lord finally got his satisfactory answer, stood up, and resumed his usual demeanor.

But the atmosphere changed, starting with Bella saying that name.No one noticed that Severus Snape had already sneaked out of the basement during the time of the torture.

"Some people should come in handy," said Voldemort. "Send Peter Pettigrew to me." Then he stood up, opened his arms, and announced to the crowd, "Tonight will be the night of our decisive battle."

The Death Eaters didn't have the guts to get too close, and they announced from a distance the words that the mysterious person explained: "Don't think that you can escape tonight. You have no way out."

Lily hugged Potter tightly.

"Stop playing tricks, Malfoy, do you think I won't be able to smell the chicken shit smell on you when you put on the mask?" Sirius challenged, "And you, Snape, just because you haven't smelled it in the past three years?" You can tell it's you when you wash your hair."

"Severus—" Lily whispered.

"You're still only going to be quick with your tongue, Blake." Lucius Malfoy said coldly, "Either hand over whoever the master wants, or they will all be buried together. This choice is already kind enough."

"Merciful? You don't deserve this word." Dumbledore took a step forward, and the timid Death Eaters retreated again and again, some of them had already reached the gate. His penetrating eyes seemed to be able to see through every detail of these people's masks. A subtle expression, "I'd like to see how you guys keep me."

He raised his wand, and some Death Eaters had squeezed through the door.

"We're just here to deliver a message." Malfoy said, and he retreated from the hall to the entrance without a trace, "Leave the rest of the time to your own consideration. The deadline is before sunrise."

After saying this, he immediately left the house with the Death Eaters.

"Why are Death Eaters here?" James asked.

"Don't you understand? James. Pettigrew betrayed us, and he informed the mysterious man of the address." Sirius said through gritted teeth.

"Calm down, Sirius, this is not the time to talk about betrayal or not," said Dumbledore.

"Who does the mysterious man want?" Lily asked.

Except for her and James, everyone else looked at the baby Harry in unison.He slept very soundly, and the big movement just now didn't wake him up.

"Sybil of the Trelawney family made a prophecy in front of me today, and she predicted that one of Harry and Neville would have the power to defeat Voldemort." Dumbledore explained, "but that prophecy was destroyed by a death eater." The gangster heard it—he reported it to his master at once."

"I won't hand Harry over," said Lily, pleading in her tearful green eyes. "Dumbledore, there must be a way for you to get out of here. Whatever it takes, get Harry out of here. I'll stay and procrastinate." hold them."

"And me." James silently stood beside his wife.

"Count me too," Sirius said.

"I'm also one of them." Regulus, who was leaning on one side with his chest ringed, said suddenly, "Only this child can't fall into the hands of the mysterious man."

"You're sort of a grown-up off your pacifier now, Regulus."

Little Blake ignored his brother's mocking compliment: "I didn't want to protect him, but I just couldn't let the mysterious person get close to him."

Dumbledore fell silent.

Nora's mind was full of confusion.She opened her mouth, but closed it in vain.

Should be on Halloween.she thinks.She remembered that this was supposed to happen one Halloween night.Voldemort broke into Potter's house alone and brutally killed the Potter couple.

Time has moved forward and the process has changed.Even Dumbledore and Regulus, who shouldn't be there, showed up.Are these changes all because of her?

Time passed minute by minute.The clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

There were less than six hours until dawn.

Regulus' eyes flicked over the faces of several people in the room, and finally settled on Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore, the only man Voldemort feared, the man who defeated Grindelwald, the man who had held the title of the strongest wizard for decades - Regulus didn't believe that he was really helpless.If he was so incompetent, the British wizarding world would have been Voldemort's property long ago.

"'The one the master wants'..." Dumbledore mused.

Nora caught on to a fleeting clue.

Her presence made all the difference—it had happened before, as if Tom Riddle had partly seen why she had come.

He is looking for her.

"I'll go," said Nora, "I'll see him."

The author has something to say: catching insects

The Potters were murdered on Halloween, not Christmas.

In the seventh part, there is also a description of Voldemort's mood at that time. At that time, there were Muggle children who didn't know the truth on the street and praised Lao Voldemort for his awesome makeup.

Lao Fu still complained in his heart that he hates children, and the crying children in the orphanage made him unbearable

Thinking about this plot carefully, I find it inexplicably funny, but it’s sad when I watch it. After all, Harry witnessed the death of his parents.