Chapter 207 Voldemort: Can you apologize?
Suddenly, Harry found that everyone around him disappeared.
"Vivi?" he shouted uncertainly, "Cassandra? Pabi? Sirius?"
However, the response to him was only a long time of silence.
It was at this moment that the scar on his forehead suddenly became painful.
The pain was so intense that his vision began to blur.
The surrounding environment is getting darker and darker, and even the light is completely swallowed up.
The feeling of dizzying sky suddenly surged up, and this feeling was very familiar, just like in a meditation basin.
After a while, Harry suddenly felt his feet landing on the ground, and there was no longer a darkness around him.
In the distance, there was a curved moon hanging in the sky, with stars in the sky flashing with uncertain light.
A cold wind blew, and Harry felt a different cold than the memories of watching others in the past.
In theory, in other people's memory, they will not feel the ambient temperature in their memory.
Could it be that this is not memory?
At this moment, Harry saw a figure wearing a black cloak.
The person who was shrouded under the cloak couldn't see his face clearly, but Harry could vaguely see the pair of scarlet eyes.
Those eyes are not something that humans can have, they look as gloomy and terrifying as some bloodthirsty beast.
It was Voldemort, and Harry would never forget this figure until his death.
Suddenly, Voldemort moved, his cloak swept across the frosted grass, and his pale knuckles rubbed the yew wand.
Talk, Phoenix Tail Feather, 13.5 inches long.
Harry remembered the style of Voldemort's wand, which Mr. Ollivand told him inadvertently.
In front of Voldemort, there is a small three-story villa.
Memories suddenly surged into my heart, and Harry was extremely sure that this three-story villa was his parents' residence.
Could it be...
This is October 31, 1981?
It was on this day that Voldemort broke into the Godrick Valley and killed Harry's parents, James Potter and Lily Potter.
Harry subconsciously stretched out his fingers, and a miserable green light shot out, piercing through Voldemort's body.
No reaction, the body was like an illusion.
Is this...is this memory?
But the cold around him did not seem to be fake. Harry was a little confused, but he still stared at Voldemort's figure carefully.
Voldemort walked steadily and walked to the gate step by step.
His magic wand was stretched out and pointed to the door lock.
The door locked in the hissing whisper of the snake man turned into debris. The copper bell hanging in the entrance hall was even melted into dark green liquid by Voldemort's curse.
When Harry followed Voldemort to the entrance of the stairs, he happened to see his father. James Potter rushed to the entrance of the stairs. Even though he was not holding a magic wand, he still fainted at Voldemort even though he did not hold a magic wand in his hand. land.
Without the assistance of the wand, the curse's accuracy was not good. Voldemort just hissed and blocked James's curse.
He seemed to enjoy this feeling very much and wanted to see others showing a desperate look.
However, disappointed him, James not only did not show a fearful look, but instead used a coma curse at him again like a warrior who was ready to die.
"Run! Lily! Take Harry and run!"
"Dad?"
Harry looked at his father in shock, and he kept aiming at Voldemort for continuous use. He tried several spells, but in vain.
"Haha..." Voldemort hissed and smiled, "What a touching love, but today is coming to an end..."
After saying that, he snapped his fingers and a black wind rushed towards James.
James is worthy of being the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix. Even without a magic wand, he is not completely powerless to resist.
There were transparent ripples flashing in front of him, which were iron armor curse and armor protection.
"I will enjoy this irony..."
Voldemort's wand's head lit up with a miserable green light. As the green light burst, James' last expression was frozen in shock and unwillingness. between.
He plopped onto the ground. "Dad!" Harry roared angrily, but he could do nothing and could only watch Voldemort break into his baby room.
When he passed by James' body, he finally glanced at the father who had only seen others' memories.
Just as Sirius said, everyone's image is a circle, not black or white.
His father was a hero who resisted Voldemort.
In the baby room, Lily just stuffed Harry into the cradle.
She bit her index finger and drew several talismans representing ancient magic on the ground.
Just as he finished the ancient spell, a strange hissing laughter sounded at the door.
Just listening to this sound is enough to make people frightened.
After all, the owner of this snake accent is the world-famous dark demon king.
When Lily turned to face the skeleton-like figure that emerged from the shadows, the rose on the dressing table suddenly withered, and the petals turned into charred ashes before they landed on the ground.
"Lily Porter..." Voldemort hissed, "Let me guess—you must beg me to forgive your son now, right?"
Ha Li could see that there was no trace of timidity in Lily's green pupils, but full of determination. "Let's have a wizard duel, Voldemort." She said word by word.
"What a touching maternal love," Voldemort hissed, "but I have something else to do, let go--"
"I didn't expect that the Dark Lord was such a timid coward. . "Lily suddenly laughed, and her gentle face showed a disgusting contempt, "You are afraid of death, right? Voldemort? Or... Tom Marvoro Riddle?"
"Damn it!" Voldemort, who was suddenly exposed to his real name, cursed angrily, "Mibafeng, you are provoking my majesty!"
"I only know that your mother doesn't love you." Lily narrowed her eyes The green eyes were like Harry mocking Voldemort, and he mocked Voldemort with his unmoved words, "You want to kill Harry because of that prophecy, right? I know that the worm tail betrayed us, and I've been changing it long ago We know when we keep the secret - but I also know that the real reason you want to kill Harry is that he has a mother who loves him and a father who loves him, and that is, someone who is born The poor worms thrown into the orphanage by my mother are different..."
"Quiet!" Voldemort roared in a low voice.
Along with his roar, the glass in the whole room suddenly shattered.
It was just after Voldemort roared, he suddenly calmed down.
"You are deliberately irritating me, right?" Voldemort asked back with a sneer, "You want me to kill you so that you can complete some kind of evil plan that is ulterior motives-or are you going to delay time? , intend to let Dumbledore come to save you? ”
Lily did not speak, but took out a magic wand from Harry's swaddle.
Voldemort suddenly felt his heart rushing.
He didn't know how long it took for him to feel this feeling. The last time he had this feeling was when Dumbledore lit his cabinet with magic when he was in the orphanage.
At that time, he felt his weakness for the first time.
He thought he was strong and realized that in front of Dumbledore, he was still a plate of dough that could be kneaded at will.
However, since I pursued the power of immortality, this feeling can no longer be felt.
Even when facing Dumbledore, Voldemort still thought he could play with him.
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It was only this time when facing this mud-bred witch, Voldemort suddenly felt that dangerous signal. "What evil preparations have you made?" Voldemort hissed.
A light flashed suddenly and struck the position where Voldemort was originally standing.
"AvadaKedavra"!"
Voldemort subconsciously fought back, and the habit of counterattack had been engraved into his blood.
The curse hit Lily, but what annoyed Voldemort was that there was no reluctance or resentment on Lily's face, but a gratifying smile.
"Mom!"
Harry's hand tightly pinched the door frame. If the real Voldemort standing in front of him, I'm afraid Voldemort would have been hit by his spell a few years ago. Hundred times.
There is nothing more painful than witnessing his parents dying in front of him. What is more painful than this is that he can only watch but can do nothing.
At this moment, Voldemort walked to Little Harry's crib.
"AvadaKedavra (Avada Saumin)!"
A miserable green spell hit, and Harry was just in the middle.
What Voldemort didn't expect was that an extremely dazzling golden light popped out from Harry's body.
The golden light gathered into the shape of a deer, which jumped happily and hit Voldemort's chest.
Voldemort's scarlet eyes opened, and he opened his mouth, but no sound was made.
In Harry's eyes, Voldemort was like an implosion in ancient magic, and it exploded into ashes.
At this moment, Harry's heart suddenly pounded.
He suddenly dodged away, and a dark green spell hit the position where he was originally standing.
"I am really worthy of being the legendary wizard of that year, Mr. Porter." Voldemort's voice seemed to be coming from all directions, "Even if this is the case, I can still avoid my curse..."
"But You are still a waste to be defeated by a one-year-old baby.” Harry retorted, while secretly guarding himself.
When hearing Harry's words, Voldemort not only wasn't angry, but instead laughed relievedly.
"Do you know? Potter? If you said this in the basement two years ago, I would be very angry-but now I am relieved and lost to a legendary wizard a hundred years ago and Not shameful."
Harry didn't expect that Voldemort would be so open now.
He thought this joke would allow Voldemort to break his defense for the rest of his life.
"Don't rush to do it first." Voldemort said, "This time I am not planning to go against you, Mr. Porter, but I am planning to make a deal with you."
"Trade ? "Harry laughed, "What deal can I do with you? Unless you can show up and let me taste the taste of revenge..."
"Revenge is a cold dish, Mr. Porter, hope You can understand what this sentence means." Voldemort hissed and said, "You don't have to work hard to find me. I have hidden in a safe place--it really didn't expect me to be regarded as a loyal servant." Regulus Black actually betrayed me... Hahaha... But this happened to make me happy, I have hidden in a safe place."
"This time I just want to do something with you To be precise, a transaction is not a transaction, but provides you with some information for free. "Voldemort said again: "Help me find that diary Horcrux and destroy him."
"Why?" Harry asked back.
"Isn't he Voldemort?" Voldemort sneered, "Compared to me who was surviving in England, Tom who summoned Lucifer is your biggest concern - let's cooperate, I He will provide you with news until you kill him."
With Voldemort's words, Harry quickly understood the key to a problem.
That was the young male lady Tom, who must have betrayed his main soul.
Or the little male lady Tom should have obtained a way to replace Voldemort's main soul, which poses a serious threat to his main soul.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why Voldemort was so anxious to get rid of that Horcrux.
Harry sneered and asked back without thinking, "So you showed me a memory of how you killed my parents, and now I want me to help you get rid of the betrayed soul weapon. ? ”
What Harry did not expect was that Voldemort suddenly condensed a phantom in front of him.
Harry didn't even think about it, and he was wearing several emerald green curse on his face, which looked extremely environmentally friendly.
In fact, this curse is as useless as before hitting the phantom.
"This is indeed mine, I apologize to you, respected Mr. Potter."
Voldemort owed to Harry, looking full of sincerity in apologizing.
"If the apology is useful, what else should Azkaban do?" Harry said coldly.
"I'm waiting for your reply, Mr. Potter." Voldemort's figure disappeared from the spot, his voice gradually drifting away, "Wait until you and your friends, and Dumbledore's that After the old stubborn discussion, he will definitely accept my proposal. "
Damn it!
Harry thought, can't I take you two bean paste?
The feeling of dizziness came again, and when Harry opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed.
My friends and two elders surrounded the bed, and Weiwei sat beside him, looking at him with concern. "What's wrong with me?" Harry asked, holding his forehead.
"Your condition is not good now." Weiwei said softly: "We have found Clice just now. He is lying in the fireplace in the kitchen, dark all over, and looks like he has fallen into something. Soul-Snatching Curse - How are you? Do you feel any discomfort? You suddenly fainted just now, and it really scared us..."
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