A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 570 Accidents Occur Frequently (5K)

Her shoes made a teeth-grinding crunching sound as they stepped on the snow. The winter sun shone coldly on Lily, casting a long, ominous shadow under her feet.

It covered the Longbottoms, making their pale faces look even more bleak. Part of it fell on Harry's wand.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the rustling sound of Lily's sleeves rubbing against each other as she slowly raised her wand.

The tip of her staff was pointed at the two poor victims, and the deadly spell, the Avatar, was taking shape between her lips and teeth.

"No!" Neville suddenly roared, his voice full of despair. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his wand was instantly pointed at the woman not far away, "Expelliarmus."

The spell was like a silver lightning, hitting Lily accurately. The wand flew out of her hand, and the whole person was blown away by the huge impact and fell heavily to the ground.

"Mom!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, struggling desperately to rush to his mother.

However, Bella ruthlessly kicked him down, looking down at the suffering boy at her feet with a grin.

Amid the grief-stricken and angry gazes of the crowd, Lily stood up shakily, her face still expressionless, like a puppet without a soul.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Voldemort's eyes. "Why are you so weak? Didn't Hogwarts teach you the Unforgivable Curses?"

"Neville, if you kill her, I will let your family leave safely." He then waved his wand, and an invisible force controlled Neville, forcing him to stand in front of his parents.

"Raise your hand and point your wand at her. Then, repeat after me..." Voldemort whispered.

Neville felt his body become light and controlled by invisible threads. His wand drew complex trajectories in the air uncontrollably, like drawing a skull.

His lips opened and closed involuntarily, and his vocal cords became Voldemort's puppet, reciting the terrible Killing Curse syllable after syllable.

The tip of the wand gradually lit up, the green light became more and more dazzling, emitting a creepy light. The light contained endless death and despair, and under Voldemort's control, it was like a poisonous snake ready to strike, lying dormant.

"Now, I'll count to three. Save your parents or kill this long-dead witch. It all depends on your decision. Make your choice!"

"one."

As the first number falls, the other sounds are completely removed.

The Death Eaters stared at Neville with interest, their eyes gleaming with morbid anticipation, while some turned to look at the angry Harry Potter, admiring the pained expression on the boy's face.

His mother Lily mechanically picked up a sharp dagger and walked towards the Longbottoms without thinking. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death.

"two!"

Voldemort's voice suddenly rose, and an excitement that was difficult to conceal surged in it.

This sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. Everyone's breathing was stagnant, waiting for the curse that might erupt in the next second.

Harry Potter finally grabbed his wand, his eyes moving back and forth between his wooden mother and Neville's back, his face filled with tearing pain and unspeakable entanglement.

At this moment, Lily was standing in front of the Longbottoms. She slowly raised the dagger in her hand, and the blade shone with a frightening white light in the sunlight.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom could not speak, the look in their eyes when they looked at Neville contained a thousand words.

Now, the whole world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Voldemort to say the last number.

Neville suddenly found that he had regained control of his body. He was faced with a difficult decision: to disperse the killing curse in his wand, or...

His hands kept shaking, and the green light in the wand flickered, as if it would burst out at any time.

"three……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lily's dagger cut through the air and stabbed straight at Mrs. Longbottom's throat. At the same time, two spells flew out like lightning.

One of them flew towards Lily, but the other...didn't fly towards Neville.

“Damn it!” Voldemort’s face suddenly changed, and he flashed, barely avoiding the deadly green light.

His snake pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, emitting a dangerous light. His teeth were clenched, and he let out a series of angry and chaotic hisses.

Before starting the plan, he thought he had considered all possibilities.

However, Harry and Neville made such an unexpected choice that his perfect plan fell apart at this moment.

In a split second, Neville decisively moved his wand and aimed the long-awaited killing curse at Voldemort. Green light whizzed out, carrying the boy's anger against evil and determination for justice.

At the same time, Harry pointed his wand at his mother and shouted firmly: "Petrification!"

The light instantly enveloped Lily, freezing her at the moment when she was about to kill Mrs. Longbottom. The dagger stopped in mid-air, just a millimeter away from the target.

“Impossible!” Voldemort’s voice was sharp and hysterical, echoing in the silent cemetery. “It is impossible for anyone in this world to make such a choice. This goes against human nature!”

At this moment, a strong and powerful voice came from outside the cemetery: "Nothing is impossible, Tom."

Before he finished speaking, a series of swift and powerful spells struck the Death Eaters like lightning, drawing dazzling arcs in the air and knocking them away one by one.

The voice continued, "Even if you get the prophecy, you will never understand the power they have over you."

"Dumbledore, it's you! You old fellow, haven't you already..."

"Being attacked by the broken wand, losing the ability to cast spells?" Dumbledore narrated calmly, while untying the restraints of Longbottom and others and protecting them behind him.

His signature long silver beard was only one-third of its length, and his hair was much shorter than usual. However, his blue eyes still sparkled with wisdom, and his gaze was as sharp as a torch, piercing people's hearts.

Harry shouted hurriedly, "Headmaster, my mother..."

Dumbledore turned to Harry with a gentle smile on his face. "Don't worry, Harry," he said, and gave Lupin a look to let him look after Potter and Lily.

"Tom, what you did is unforgivable..."

“No, no, no~” Voldemort stared at Dumbledore and slowly changed his position, like a venomous snake ready to attack. “Old man, your behavior is even worse than mine.”

He suddenly turned to Harry, his tone provocative: "Harry, aren't you curious why I want to catch Neville?"

After that, he threw the prophecy ball high up. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, passed over Dumbledore's head, and finally landed accurately between Harry and Neville.

The two boys subconsciously took a step back and neither of them took it.

"Oh, you should ask Lily why she knows that ancient protective spell?" He suddenly waved his wand, and a strong light burst out from the tip of the wand like gushing magma.

Almost at the same time, a blazing red light shot out from Dumbledore's wand and collided violently with Voldemort's magic in mid-air.

The two powerful magic powers clashed wildly, and fierce fireworks burst out like gorgeous fireworks. With a deafening explosion, they shattered the surrounding tombstones into rubble.

The Death Eaters took the opportunity to get their wands back and rushed to attack the members of the Order of the Phoenix. The Longbottoms and others who lost their wands suddenly became a burden, and Lupin, Harry, and Neville fell into a dilemma.

The light of the spell danced in the air, Harry and Neville stood together, trying to resist, while Lupin was like an agile wolf, shuttling back and forth on the battlefield to attract more firepower.

But soon, reinforcements finally arrived. Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye spun wildly, and the spell accurately hit the Death Eater. Old Lady Longbottom was no less impressive, protecting her son and daughter-in-law, and slowly retreating to the edge of the battlefield.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration spell made it difficult for the Death Eaters to defend themselves. Sometimes they were hit by flying stones, and sometimes they were suddenly attacked by spikes.

Molly was like a lioness protecting her cubs. Her spells were fast and accurate, and she repelled the Death Eaters who tried to approach her one by one...

The strong magical fluctuations spread out like ripples, and soon spread throughout the entire Godric's Hollow. The air was filled with the smell of magic, and the sound of lightning and thunder was endless.

Rogge stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the colorful magical lightning, secretly amazed.

"Old Bee is really unreliable. What happened to the temporary loss of spellcasting ability?" He frowned and muttered softly, "Why does it feel stronger? Is it an illusion?"

Dumbledore held the wand, and the magic power poured out like a huge wave. Voldemort, who claimed to be the Dark Lord, could only retreat step by step under Dumbledore's attack. Facing Dumbledore's approach, a trace of imperceptible fear flashed in Voldemort's red eyes.

He seemed to know that it was the principle of losing on the left side since ancient times. So, he skillfully raised his magic wand upwards and moved his position like a whirlwind.

At the same time, a deadly green spell shot out from the tip of the wand and headed straight for Dumbledore's face.

However, it missed.

The spell brushed past Dumbledore's shoulder and crashed into the church. The beautiful rose window was instantly shattered by the impact of the magic, and the fragments fell like rain. The ancient bell tower was also overwhelmed and collapsed diagonally.

Dumbledore's counterattack was even more swift. His spells came like a storm, so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Each spell contained a powerful force that made the surrounding wizards feel nervous. Many Death Eaters immediately moved away from the center of the battlefield, fearing that they would be affected.

Voldemort gritted his teeth and stared at Dumbledore viciously. Facing the incoming curse, he had nowhere to retreat or avoid!
Then he conjured a silver shield from the cold air. The shield gleamed with light, ancient and powerful.

Dumbledore's spells continued to strike the silver shield, making a deep and shocking sound, like the beating of an ancient war drum. Every impact caused ripples of silver waves to appear on the surface of the shield.

"What, you don't want to kill me?" Voldemort's voice came from behind the silver shield, with a hint of sarcasm.

His slender pale fingers tightly grasped the wand, and his scarlet snake pupils flashed dangerously in the reflection of the shield. "Or are you too noble to do such a thing?"

Dumbledore's expression remained calm, as if he was discussing an ordinary academic issue. He slowly raised his wand and approached Voldemort step by step.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a man, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was low and firm. "I must say that taking your life would not satisfy me."

"Hmph, liar!" Voldemort roared. "There is nothing worse than death!"

Before he finished speaking, a blinding green light suddenly shot out from behind the shield. He launched a sneak attack, hoping to take the opportunity to kill Dumbledore.

However, the fallen church bell flew from behind and blocked Dumbledore's way.

The moment the green light hit the bronze bell, the entire battlefield was drowned by a deafening bell sound. The sound seemed to come from the depths of time, echoing in everyone's soul. The bronze bell was instantly shattered by the impact of the spell, turning into fragments of varying sizes.

Before the fragments fell to the ground, Dumbledore's wand had already sprayed out a thin flame. This flame was like a living thing, quickly wrapping around Voldemort and his silver shield.

In the light of the fire, Voldemort's snake-like face looked even more hideous.

"Catch me?" He sneered, waving his wand quickly. Under his control, Dumbledore's matchlock suddenly turned into a huge green poisonous snake.

The reversed venomous snake spit out its core, swam down from Voldemort's body, and bit Dumbledore viciously.

Dumbledore's eyes were as calm as water. His rich combat experience, exquisite magical attainments, and the best physical condition allowed him to fight with ease.

He just waved his magic wand lightly, as if he was just brushing off the dust on his sleeve, and the ferocious poisonous snake was instantly chopped into pieces, turning into green light and dissipating in the air.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with fear, and he quickly stopped the spell, not daring to approach Dumbledore rashly. He suddenly disappeared and then appeared at the far end of the cemetery.

"In that case, take a look at this." His voice echoed over the cemetery, filled with coldness and arrogance.

The pale hands tightly grasped the magic wand and thrust it into the ground. The moment the magic wand sank into the ground, a black energy spread out in all directions like ripples.

The entire ground suddenly rolled up like boiling water. The originally solid stone walls and church ruins collapsed instantly under this force.

The Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting fiercely had to give up the fight and try to maintain their balance to avoid being swallowed by the sudden earthquake.

"What is he doing?" Harry shouted, struggling to keep his footing, his eyes fixed on Voldemort in the distance.

Not only Harry, but everyone present turned their eyes to the Dark Lord at the edge of the cemetery. Even Dumbledore frowned and fell into thought.

This was a spell he had never heard of or seen in his long magical career. He could sense the evil and death contained in it, far surpassing any known black magic.

The cemetery began to undergo a terrifying change, as if it had turned into a bottomless swamp. Every inch of the ground was like an open pore, constantly spewing out dense black air. This black air carried a rotten smell that made people want to vomit.

Tombstones slowly sank into the ground, and countless bones rolled out from the ground, colliding with each other and making creepy noises.

These bones seemed to have some strange vitality, wriggling on the ground and gradually piecing together into a complete skeleton.

"This……"

"He's summoning the dead?"

"It's not a dead person, it's a skeleton!"

Harry was held tightly by Sirius, but he could not take his eyes off his parents' graves. In his horrified eyes, James and Lily slowly emerged from the soil, like an absurd and terrifying nightmare.

"No!" Harry let out a heart-wrenching roar and struggled desperately to rush over to stop Voldemort's evil magic.

Sirius hugged Harry tightly, his eyes also red. His eyes fell on his old friend's skeleton, and his voice choked: "Harry, don't be impulsive!"

Dumbledore's expression finally became serious. He realized that Voldemort had mastered an unprecedented dark magic, trying to awaken the dead in this ancient cemetery to fight for him.

Even though it was just the skeleton of the dead, it already had the rudiments of necromancy. Once he could find a way to call back the souls of the dead, such as getting the resurrection stone, he could form an army of the dead.

"Tom!" Dumbledore's voice was stern as ever. "Do you realize what power you are playing with? You are blaspheming death!"

Voldemort laughed wildly, his laughter was full of madness and pride: "It's not blasphemy, Dumbledore, it's victory! I will conquer death and become its master!"

"Dumbledore, do you know why I chose this place?" He smiled particularly sinisterly, "This should be your mother's body."

He stroked the skull with his fingers and immediately ordered: "Kill them!"

Following Voldemort's command, hundreds of skeletons began to move slowly, their bones rubbing against each other, making a creepy sound, like a symphony from hell.

Although their attack power is not high, they are extremely insulting.

As the only wizard village in the British wizarding world, Godric's Hollow is the burial place of many famous wizards in history. Many people present are descendants of these skeletons.

Voldemort could manipulate their bodies at will, but Dumbledore and others had more things to consider.

They were restrained, fearing that some rotten skeleton would suddenly collapse. Every time they waved their wands, they were very careful.

Dumbledore's mother, Candel, stood before him. Although she was not tall in her lifetime, her skeleton exuded an indescribable power.

Facing it, Albus actually lost the courage to cast the spell. His blue eyes were filled with pain and hesitation, and his wand was shaking slightly in his hand.

"Oh, Dumbledore, you are so kind." Voldemort smiled arrogantly, full of pride.

The next moment, he appeared above Dumbledore's head, like a vulture waiting for an opportunity.

Without any warning, the Avada Kedavra curse was suddenly shot out, shooting towards Dumbledore, who was full of hesitation.

At this time, Fox was still a fledgling and could not rush over to swallow the green light.

"Is Dumbledore going to die?" Bella and the others secretly exchanged glances, their hearts filled with joy.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore finally came to his senses. He suddenly let go of his mother's skeleton hand and raised his wand to block the Unforgivable Curse.

However, this action was not without cost. Kandel's bones pierced deeply into his shoulder blade, and blood instantly soaked his robe.

Dumbledore endured the severe pain and carefully pushed out his mother's hand bones. His movements were slow and apologetic, as if to say, "I'm sorry, Mom."

"This is impossible!" Voldemort shouted, "Fawkes is already disabled. You can't resist the Unforgivable Curse... Is it possible!"

His eyes suddenly fell on Dumbledore's wand, and his voice trembled: "Is this the Elder Wand?"

(End of this chapter)