if i am not me

"Don't————————————————————————!" The ear-piercing screams echoed in my ears, which were the heart-piercing screams of two women.

In the end what happened?

The picture in front of him was gloomy and flickering, and the intermittent fragments washed away Harry's spell with waves of repulsive magic power. Even though he had tried his best to maintain the invasion of Bella's memory, cold sweat still soaked his face the whole spine.

Taking a deep breath, Harry, who had no time to care about the sweat dripping into his eyes, increased the output of magic power again, and finally made the screen a little more stable.

The scene before him was sporadic and jittery, but that didn't stop Harry from hearing the screams, howls and sobs filling his ears.

confusion!

That was the only feeling Harry had after hearing those voices.

It was different from the instant disaster when Voldemort found Harry Potter himself.That night, from beginning to end, can only be described as chaos.Harry believed that if it wasn't for the magic circle set up around the house to protect the house and the surrounding buildings, then every major newspaper in the country could see that several houses in a certain village were destroyed overnight. News of being razed.

Fortunately, after getting rid of those messy and disturbing voices, the flashing images before came back to his eyes again.

Lily was still staring at the small, twisted and stiff body in Snape's arms, motionless like a puppet.She looked calm, even though her hair was charred, even if her skin was bleeding, but none of these could move her eyelids even the slightest.However, the eyes that once looked like the brightest emeralds no longer had the brilliance of the past. Sitting kneeling on the ground, the only thing left in the green eyes was the silence that seemed to be death.

And the source of the sobs took Harry by surprise.Because the one who was crying was none other than Severus Snape—the man who had been tough in his previous life...

As for James...

Now, he can only be called a blood man...

Biting his lips, Harry looked at James, who had no intact skin all over his body, and his eyes suddenly swelled.In the battle with Abbasta and Rodolphus, the man had exhausted the last of his magic.However, at this moment, he still raised his bloody arm and waved his wand as if twitching, pointing at the screaming woman who brought the disaster of the night, Bellatrix Lestland strange.

Unfortunately, his attack could no longer bring substantial damage to Bella.

Bella is obviously aware of this too, because she is confidently making a vicious expression at James, sometimes screaming and sometimes laughing wildly.Even if there is no one of her own so-called by her side, even if the people who just died were her husband and his younger brother, she still proudly maintains the arrogance of a Death Eater, without degrading the reputation of a Death Eater in the slightest. .

Looking at this scene, Harry felt that time passed very slowly, so slowly that he could see every change in their expressions, so slowly that he found that the expression on Bella's face suddenly became calm and rational, so slow that He could see Bella reaching into her pocket and taking out a dark object, so slowly... the moment Bella rushed towards Snape, the flap of her clothes seemed to be still flying with the air current...

The screen suddenly went dark, and the memory was over.

Seeing Harry and Aunt Bella's bodies shaking violently, Draco knew that Harry had completed today's task, but...

"Harry?"

Worried and softly calling his lover's name, although Draco couldn't wait to know what happened more than ten years ago, he cared more about Harry.

"Draco..." Standing quietly in front of Bella's bed, Harry's hand still maintained the last position after chanting the spell, "I, want to go to Godric's Hollow."

Beside a lake district dozens of kilometers away from London, several luxurious manors are dotted among the rolling hills.The rare and beautiful scenery clearly shows that this is a good place for rich people to vacation, but at the same time, it is also doomed that unless the owner takes the initiative to come here, there may not be many people in a year.

But on this night, a certain manor next to the lake area was unusually lively.

"Dolokhov, you are not dead yet..." The short man who was completely hidden in the black cloak looked at the tall man who had just appeared in the corner of the garden, and let out a piercing laugh, attracting several other figures in the garden They cast their gazes over.It's just that his voice didn't get the response he wanted.The man named Dolokhov just glanced at him coldly when he heard the sound, then silently turned his gaze away, and walked straight towards the main house gate.

"Hey!" Seeing that Dolokhov ignored him, the short man narrowed his eyes coldly, but still kept smiling and said, "The master said, nine o'clock!"

Hearing the sound, Anthony Dolokhov finally stopped and turned around as he wished.But the temperament around him changed completely the moment he turned around, so that the man couldn't help taking a few steps back as if he was frightened.

"You, what qualifications do you think you have to speak in front of me?" If his steps and figure were like a noble gentleman a second ago, then he is now a violent executioner who still maintains his reason, "Aya Ke... Seeley?"

"Aha—" He laughed twice, and the man named Yaxley adjusted his breathing before continuing to speak in the same tone as before, "Why not? Dolokhov."

Yaxley's words had obviously struck a nerve in Dolohov, for he suddenly raised his voice. "What qualifications do you have?! You...!"

"Anthony! Master doesn't like noise!" At this moment, a hoarse voice from behind them interrupted what Dolohov hadn't finished speaking. It's easy to be ignored by others, but it was such a simple sentence that made him silent immediately.

"There are still three minutes." August Rookwood walked past them slowly, and looked up at a window that was lit on the third floor of the house.

Yaxley was very dissatisfied with August's attitude.Before the master disappeared, he really couldn't stand side by side with these who could be said to be the earliest followers of the master.But now, more than ten years later, he doesn't think so.Since he was able to enter the manor tonight, and since he was able to participate in the master's first convening after his return, it showed that the master absolutely trusted him!He is the same as them, even...better!

Thinking of what his master had ordered him to do, Yaxley curled his lips.Someday.Someday!He will defeat everyone to win the favor of the master, and let the master know that he is his most loyal servant!

"1 minute." Constantly watching the movement of the room, Anthony silently counted the passage of time, his heartbeat gradually speeding up as the number in his heart changed.Of course, Anthony wasn't the only one who felt this way. Excitement, excitement, and fear, these positive or negative emotions filled everyone's heart.

It's 14!

They lost their master for 14 years.

"Lights went out!"

Like an instruction, the words that someone said made all the dark shadows in the garden gather in front of the main entrance of the house.

Almost everyone started to tremble slightly.

The door opened silently.And all the people also stepped on the thick wool carpet in the room with silent steps.

The moment the last person entered, the door closed automatically again, and the lights illuminated the entire house at the same time.

"Owner!"

Qi Qi bowed down, and a dozen people who hid their figures in the cloak made this action almost at the same time, so as to express their devotion and loyalty.In fact, they would have preferred to kiss his robes or boots if their master had allowed them, but they did not have his consent, so they fell to their knees.

"14 years...!" Looking at the humble figures kneeling on the ground, Riddle leaned back on the soft and gorgeous bench and smiled slightly, "My servants, welcome back."

The author has something to say: the meeting...is such a horrible thing, Xiaoyao, I finally experienced the meeting in China...