Hogwarts professor in Marvel

He was not only afraid of the nightmare before him, but even more afraid of his own indifference.

"Woo woo, mom, I miss you..."

Feeling the familiar warmth, tears seemed to flow from the eyes of Harry, who was only a teenager. He missed his mother, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Hogwarts, and everything.

Oh, and there is Professor Lockhart who always encourages him.

However, good times are always short-lived.

After mother Lily's magic expelled a certain amount of soul pollution, she seemed to feel that the Horcrux fragments were more threatening.

Then he started to go back and continue to block the Horcruxes.

The golden light on the surface of the soul disappeared, and darkness and blood fell again.

Another reincarnation has arrived.

Harry felt somewhat desperate. Vaguely, he seemed to see his future.

Even with his mother's magic, he would collapse and die in this cycle of pollution and purification.

The color of blood gradually entered Harry's soul.

The originally bright eyes were also tinged with a hint of black.

Harry, who was terrified, gradually began to laugh, and his laughter became louder and louder.

“Ga ga ga….”

"Kill, kill everything, indulge in the killing, in the killing..."

"Goblins, all of them deserve to die."

“…”

hum!

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that Harry's situation had reached a critical moment again.

Golden light gradually emerged, and golden raindrops soaked into Harry's soul.

The wash took away wisps of black and red stains.

Mother Lily's magic took effect again, and Harry's eyes, which had been dark, returned to their normal green color.

"Mom, Dad..."

Harry was desperate and helpless in such a dark world.

He tried calling Hermione and Ron, but to no avail.

Prayers to the Hogwarts professors to save him were met with no response.

And the wizard he trusted the most and whom he considered the most powerful, Headmaster Dumbledore, did not show up either.

Here, the only thing that makes him feel safe is his mother's magic.

The warm breath made him seem to see a woman and a man.

The man and the woman held hands, looking at each other with warm and firm eyes, encouraging each other.

This is... Dad, Mom.

Harry was very sure in his heart and had no doubt at all.

"help me."

"Dad, Mom..."

"..."

Harry sobbed quietly, his tone low, as if he was praying in desperation.

However....

As if sensing some kind of increasing danger, the golden light gradually faded away again.

Feel the familiar breath disappear again.

Harry started shouting as if he had found his last straw.

"Don't leave. Don't leave."

"Mom, Dad, don't..."

"..."

Harry's call seemed to alarm some existence.

Darkness and blood gradually approached, and crazy, dark thoughts once again emerged in Harry's mind.

This time, he seemed to want to be free.

It’s so painful to go through reincarnation again and again.

You can’t give birth!

Death is not death!

The feeling of living is worse than death, it would be better for everything to return to silence and return to the great death.

His thoughts were so firm that his instincts began to agree.

It was so painful that he needed relief, and death was the best way.

The desire had never been so strong. The emotions of darkness and murder were like raw materials that fed Harry's obsession deep in his heart.

The will becomes strong, the desire becomes strong, and the obsession becomes firm.

Harry turned sideways and looked in a certain direction.

He could sense that there was something hidden there that was directly related to his life.

Harry did not move. The space was changing. The darkness and blood gradually became thicker, as if reaching a certain source.

This is his soul space. When he strongly thinks of a place, he will be there.

As Harry stared indifferently ahead, his eyes were filled with a faint black color, indifferent and icy, as if he had no emotions at all.

No, to be precise, there is only one emotion, and that is destruction, destruction, and destruction.

A faint golden light surrounds a black crystal.

The black crystal emitted an evil black and red mist, seemingly the source of everything.

On the surface of the crystal, faint golden threads intertwined with each other, forming a large golden net that covered and filtered the black and red mist.

But because there is too much fog, only a very small amount can be purified.

At the same time, every time the black crystal trembled, it seemed ready to move away.

The golden net will tremble slightly and then begin to shrink.

The focus was placed on imprisoning this black crystal, or the Horcrux fragment.

There is no time to purify the released black and red mist.

The dark red mist grew thicker and thicker, pouring into Harry's soul.

It stimulated the depths of Harry's soul, and his self-destructive emotions became stronger.

As Harry slowly raised his hands, he walked towards the golden purification net.

As if sensing some kind of crisis, the golden thread began to tremble, and a faint buzzing sound could be heard.

It seemed to be calling, reminding, or perhaps bringing back Harry's last bit of sanity.

but...

Perhaps the pollution of his soul had reached so deep that Harry simply couldn't control himself.

Or maybe he was only thirteen or fourteen years old and simply could not bear the pain brought by the repeated pollution and purification cycles.

For him, death and self-destruction are the way to liberation.

hum!

The magic of love that Lily cast by sacrificing her own life seemed to be aware of the desperate situation at the moment, and began to tremble constantly, and a large amount of golden light began to burst out in all directions.

Two figures, a man and a woman, gradually emerged and began to solidify.

"Harry, Harry"

"Wake up, wake up, don't let the darkness swallow your heart."

“…”

A gentle female voice sounded. After Harry heard it, his body trembled and the black mist in his eyes seemed to begin to dissipate.

"Mother....."

A low moaning sound was heard, and for some reason, I could vaguely hear a cry, mixed with a strong sense of sadness.

Just hearing the sound makes people feel pity and heartache.

However...

It seemed as if he sensed that something bad was happening.

The Horcrux fragments continued to tremble, as if struggling, trying to hinder the interaction between the two parties and strengthen the influence on Harry.

Two golden figures looked sideways with worried expressions on their faces, then turned back to look at Harry, who was covered in black mist.

They looked at each other, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

Immediately....

hum!

The golden light bloomed again, but this time, the golden threads began to disintegrate. Wisps of golden mist enveloped the black crystals, expelling all abnormal soul pollution around them.

In the blink of an eye, the black and red mist that originally filled the surroundings was replaced by golden soul mist.

At this moment, the two figures began to become illusory.

Hand in hand, they gradually walked towards the black crystal, the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

Every few steps, he turned his head to look at Harry, who was still motionless and struggling not far away.

His eyes were filled with love and remembrance.

As they got closer to the Horcrux fragment, the figures became more and more illusory.

The Horcrux fragments seemed to sense some deadly danger and struggled hard, but were all imprisoned.

"no, do not want..."

Harry shouted into the distance in a crying voice and ran towards them.

Thanks to his parents' efforts, he returned to normal again.

However, he was very aware of what was happening before his eyes.

This is parents sacrificing their last bit of strength to buy themselves more time.

Although Harry kept running forward, for some reason, the distance between his mother's transparent figure and himself did not seem to change at all, and even became longer and longer.

Looking at the increasingly transparent figures of his parents in the distance, Harry fell into despair again.

It is a great blessing to be able to see your deceased parents.

However, watching them choose death again in order to protect themselves.

This also caused Harry no small amount of stimulation.

"No, Mom, Dad, no..."

"..."

Run, run, and keep running forward.

Shout, shout, shout loudly and continuously.

But the distance still did not shorten, and the two figures did not look back again.

They walked with firm steps towards the fragments of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

At the same time, various light golden runes appeared around, densely packed and quite spectacular.