Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 207 Voldemort: Can I apologize?
Suddenly, Harry found that everyone around him disappeared.

"Vivi?" he called uncertainly. "Cassandra? Pappy? Sirius?"

However, the only response he got was a long silence.

It was at this moment that the scar on his forehead suddenly began to hurt.

The pain was so severe that his vision began to blur.

The surroundings became increasingly darker, and even the light was completely swallowed up.

A dizzying feeling suddenly came over me. This feeling was very familiar, just like being in a meditation basin.

After a while, Harry suddenly felt his feet on solid ground, and the surroundings were no longer pitch black.

In the distance, there was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the sky was dotted with stars, flickering unsteadily.

A cold wind blew by, and Harry felt a different kind of chill from the previous times he had watched other people's memories.

Logically speaking, one cannot feel the temperature of the environment in other people's memories.

Could it be that this is not a memory?

Just then, Harry saw a figure in a black cloak.

The face of the person shrouded in a cloak could not be seen clearly, but Harry could vaguely see a pair of scarlet eyes.

Those were not eyes that a human could possess. They looked eerie and terrifying, like those of a bloodthirsty beast.

It was Voldemort. Harry would never forget this figure until his death.

Suddenly, Voldemort moved, his cloak sweeping across the frosted grass, his pale knuckles stroking the yew wand.

Yew wood, Phoenix tail feather, 13.5 inches long.

Harry remembered the style of Voldemort's wand; Mr. Ollivander had told him this accidentally.

In front of Voldemort was a small three-story villa.

Memories suddenly flooded back into his mind, and Harry was absolutely certain that this three-story small house was where his parents lived.

Could it be...

Is this October 1981st, 10?
It was on this day that Voldemort broke into Godric's Hollow and killed Harry's parents, James Potter and Lily Potter.

Harry subconsciously stretched out his finger, and a beam of pale green light shot out, piercing through Voldemort's body.

There was no reaction, the body was like an illusion.

Could it be... this is a memory?
But the coldness around him did not seem fake. Harry was a little confused, but still stared at Voldemort's figure carefully.

Voldemort walked steadily to the gate step by step.

He extended his wand and touched the door lock.

The door lock turned into pieces amid the hissing whispers of Parseltongue, and the copper bell hanging at the entrance didn't even have time to sound the alarm before it was melted into dark green liquid by Voldemort's spell.

When Harry followed Voldemort to the stairs, he happened to see his father, James Potter, rushing to the stairs. Even though he didn't have a wand in his hand, he still used a stunner on Voldemort, knocking him to the ground.

Without the help of the wand, the accuracy of the spell was not very good. Voldemort just hissed and laughed, then blocked James' spell.

He seemed to enjoy this feeling and was eager to see others show despair.

However, to his disappointment, James did not show any fear. Instead, like a warrior ready to die, he cast a stunning spell on him again.

"Run! Lily! Take Harry and run!"

"dad?"

Harry looked at his father in astonishment. He cast several spells at Voldemort in succession, but to no avail.

“Haha…” Voldemort hissed with a strange laugh, “What a touching love, but it will come to an end today…”

After that, he snapped his fingers and a gust of black wind rushed towards James.

James is indeed the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix. Even without a wand, he is not completely powerless to resist.

There were transparent ripples flashing in front of him. It was the Iron Armor Spell, the armor protecting him.

"I will enjoy the irony..."

The tip of Voldemort's staff glowed with a pale green light. At the moment the green light burst, James's final expression was frozen between astonishment and unwillingness.

He fell backwards to the ground with a thud.

"father!"

Harry roared in anger, but he could do nothing but watch Voldemort break into his nursery.

As he passed by James' body, he took a last look at this father whom he had only seen in other people's memories.

Just as Sirius said, everyone's image is a circle, not black or white.

His father was a hero who fought against Voldemort.

In the baby room, Lily had just put Harry in the cradle.

She bit her index finger and drew a few symbols representing ancient magic on the ground.

Just as he completed the ancient spell, a strange hissing laugh was heard at the door.

Just hearing this sound is enough to make people tremble with fear.

After all, the owner of this Parseltongue is the world-famous Dark Lord.

As Lily turned to face the skeleton-like figure emerging from the shadows, the roses on the dressing table suddenly withered, and the petals turned into charred ashes before they fell to the ground.

"Lily Potter..." Voldemort hissed. "Let me guess - you must be very eager to beg me to spare your son, right?"

Harry could see that there was not a trace of timidity in Lily's green pupils, but rather full of determination.

"Let us have a wizard duel, Voldemort," she said word by word.

"What a touching motherly love," Voldemort hissed with a cold laugh, "but I have other things to do. Get out of the way -"

"I didn't expect that the Dark Lord would be such a cowardly coward." Lily suddenly smiled, with disgust and contempt on her gentle face. "You are afraid of death, right? Voldemort? Or... Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

“Damn it!” Voldemort, whose real name was suddenly revealed, cursed, “Mudblood, you are challenging my authority!”

"I only know that your mother doesn't love you." Lily narrowed her green eyes, and taunted Voldemort with the same words as Harry taunted Voldemort, "You want to kill Harry not because of the prophecy, right? I know Wormtail betrayed us. We knew it as early as when we changed the Secret Keeper - 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 even more. This is different from some poor guy who was thrown into an orphanage by his mother when he was born..."

"Silence!" growled Voldemort.

As he roared, the glass in the entire room suddenly shattered.

But just after Voldemort roared this, he suddenly calmed down.

"You are deliberately provoking me, aren't you?" Voldemort sneered and asked back, "You want me to kill you so that I can complete some ulterior evil plan - or do you want to delay time and plan to let Dumbledore come to rescue you?"

Lily said nothing, but pulled out a wand from under Harry's swaddling clothes.

Voldemort suddenly felt his heart leap.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had felt this way. The last time he had felt this way was when Dumbledore had used magic to set his cabinet on fire in the orphanage.

At that time, he felt his own weakness for the first time.

Although he thought himself to be powerful, he realized that in front of Dumbledore, he was still a piece of dough that could be easily kneaded.

However, ever since I started pursuing the power of immortality, I can no longer feel this feeling.

Even when facing Dumbledore, Voldemort still believed that he could fight him on equal terms.

But this time, when facing this Mudblood witch, Voldemort suddenly sensed the dangerous signal.

“What evil have you prepared?” hissed Voldemort.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed and struck the place where Voldemort had originally stood.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort fought back subconsciously. The habit of fighting back was ingrained in his blood.

The spell hit Lily, but what annoyed Voldemort was that there was no resentment or resentment on Lily's face, but a relieved smile.

"mom!"

Harry's hands were tightly gripping the door frame. If the person standing in front of him was the real Voldemort, he would have been hit by his spell hundreds of times.

There is nothing more painful than witnessing one's parents die in front of one's own eyes. What is even more painful is that he can only watch and can do nothing.

Just then, Voldemort walked up to little Harry's crib.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green spell was cast, hitting little Harry.

What Voldemort didn't expect was that a ray of dazzling golden light popped out from little Harry's body.

The golden light gathered into the shape of a doe, which leaped happily and bumped into Voldemort's chest.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

In Harry's eyes, Voldemort was like being hit by an ancient magic implosion, and exploded into ashes with a bang.

At this moment, Harry's heart suddenly beat violently.

He dodged suddenly and a dark green spell hit the place where he was standing.

"You are worthy of being the legendary wizard of the past, Mr. Potter." Voldemort's voice seemed to come from all directions, "Even in this situation, you can still avoid my spell..."

"But you're still a loser who was defeated by a one-year-old baby." Harry retorted, while secretly being on guard.

Hearing what Harry said, Voldemort was not angry, but smiled with relief.

"You know what? Potter? If you had said this in the basement two years ago, I would have been very angry - but now I have let it go. It is not shameful to lose to a legendary wizard who lived a hundred years ago."

Harry didn't expect that Voldemort was so open-minded now.

He thought this joke would break Voldemort's defense for life.

"Don't rush to act." Voldemort said, "This time I am not going to go against you, Mr. Potter, but I am going to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" Harry smiled. "What kind of deal can I make with you? Unless you can show up and let me taste the taste of revenge..."

“Revenge is a cold dish, Mr. Potter. I hope you understand what this means.” Voldemort laughed and said, “You don’t have to go to great lengths to find me. I’ve already hidden in a safe place. I never expected that Regulus Black, whom I regarded as a loyal servant, would actually betray me… Hahaha… But this also happens to fulfill my wish. I’ve already hidden in a safe place.”

"This time I just want to make a deal with you. To be precise, it's not a deal, but I want to provide you with some information for free." Voldemort said again: "Help me find the diary Horcrux and destroy it."

"Why?" Harry asked back.

“Isn’t he Voldemort?” Voldemort sneered, “Compared to me who is lingering in Britain, Tom who summoned Lucifer is your biggest threat - let’s cooperate, I will provide you with information until you kill him.”

By unraveling Voldemort's words, Harry quickly understood the key to the problem.

That was the young boy Tom, who must have betrayed his main soul.

In other words, the little boy Tom must have obtained a way to replace Voldemort's main soul, posing a serious threat to his main soul.

Otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Voldemort was so eager to get rid of the Horcrux.

Without even thinking, Harry sneered and asked back, "So you showed me a memory of how you killed my parents, and now you want me to help you get rid of that treacherous Horcrux?"

What Harry didn't expect was that Voldemort suddenly condensed a shadow in front of him.

Harry didn't even think about it, and cast several emerald green spells on his face, which looked extremely environmentally friendly.

In fact, this spell was as ineffective as the one it cast on the phantom before.

"This is indeed my fault. I apologize, Mr. Potter."

Voldemort bowed towards Harry and looked very sincere in his apology.

"If apologies are useful, what's the point of Azkaban?" Harry said coldly.

"I await your reply, Mr. Potter." Voldemort's figure disappeared from the spot, and his voice gradually faded away. "After you discuss it with your friends and that stubborn old man Dumbledore, you will definitely accept my proposal."

Confused!

Harry thought, can't I just make a mess of you two?
The dizzy feeling came again, and when Harry opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed.

Friends and two elders gathered around the bed. Vivi sat next to him, looking at him with concern.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked, holding his forehead.

"You are in a very bad condition now." Vivi said softly: "We have just found Kreacher. He is lying in the fireplace in the kitchen. He is completely black and looks like he has been hit by some kind of Imperius Curse. How are you? Do you feel unwell? You suddenly fainted just now. We were really scared..."

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(End of this chapter)