Hogwarts professor in Marvel

The platform was also replaced by a house, and everyone stood in front of the gate.

Some had complicated expressions, some couldn't believe it, and some... were full of regret.

Sirius looked at the familiar house and couldn't help but lower his head and cover his cheeks with his hands, as if he was shedding tears of regret.

This is...

Secret house!

It is James and Lily's secret room.

At the same time, it was he who personally told Peter Pettigrew the address of the secret house.

This is the root of everything that happened and the turning point of the future.

The tragic death of Harry's parents and the destruction of Voldemort.

It seemed that the entire wizarding world sacrificed Harry's parents in exchange for ten years of peace.

Mag was looking at everything in front of him, trying to find any loopholes in the environment.

True time travel is impossible.

Mag could, most definitely.

So this could only be an illusion, some kind of realistic fantasy.

Snape stood outside the door, motionless, not daring to move forward or backward.

It seemed that what happened next was a major blow to him, or rather, his nightmare that lasted for more than ten years began from then on.

hum!

The weather turned gloomy, but on the contrary, a faint golden light appeared.

This golden light was so conspicuous in the eyes of Snape and McGonagall.

But the other wizards living nearby seemed to have noticed nothing.

Then...

The black light flashed, and the fat figure of Peter Pettigrew appeared in front of everyone.

Behind him were more than a dozen Death Eaters in black robes.

Peter Pettigrew was bending over and saying to the master in front of him: "Master, the child of prophecy is inside."

"Except for Dumbledore, no one from the Order of the Phoenix can find this place."

At this moment, Voldemort's skin was a little pale, but he still maintained his basic human appearance.

Nodding slightly to Peter Pettigrew.

Voldemort took the prepared note and took a look at it, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Now, Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the carefully set up safe house are revealed.

And he will break the prophecy and become the true king of the wizarding world.

tread!tread!tread!

Footsteps were heard, and Voldemort walked into the gate. With a wave of his hand, the gate opened and he entered.

The Death Eaters behind him entered one by one, and McGonagall, Snape and others who were watching all this entered one after another.

They seemed to have guessed something, but none of them said it out loud.

Crackling!

boom! boom! boom!

boom! boom!

Soon, the sound of spells breaking, loud shouts, and broken furniture were heard from the safe house.

This made Snape close his eyes and couldn't bear to watch, while Sirius walked deeper into the cave following the sound.

They seemed to know what was going to happen next.

The pale Voldemort stood in the bedroom, and the baby Harry was lying in the cradle, swaying slightly in the corner due to inertia.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green magic light flashed quickly, and was replaced by the body of James Potter.

"James, James."

“…”

The imprisoned Lily stood aside, screaming out in disbelief, her voice filled with deep despair.

She seemed to know that her husband was dead.

At this moment, Voldemort heard this stupid woman yelling in his ear.

I was a little impatient, but I suppressed it.

After all, his most loyal servant was asking him to let this woman go.

He still agreed to this little thing.

Still, the child must die, and the prophecy must disappear.

Voldemort set his sights on the baby version of Harry Potter in the corner.

Wow!Wow!Wow!

The sound of a baby crying was heard, as if he knew his father was dead.

The little hands kept reaching out, as if struggling or crying.

At this moment, Harry Potter stood aside, looking at his baby self, and subconsciously touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

Seems to know what's going to happen next.

Voldemort was seen holding his wand, staring at the baby in the cradle, with a powerful smile on his face.

The wand was pointed at the baby's head, and faintly, a green light was flickering.

At the same time, Lily next to her looked determined. She looked deeply at her child, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

next moment.....

click!

The picture is still, with the dead James, the determined Lily, the ignorant baby Harry, the murderous Voldemort, and the dark and broken bedroom around them.

The eerie scene seemed to foreshadow some ominous possibility.

However, the vast colorful power of dreams began to emerge, coloring everything before their eyes.

Chapter 510: World Dream, Lily's Fear

Real or illusion?

this is a problem.

Mag was very confused, everything was so similar to her memory.

No, it’s no exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same.

The cold air, the whistling wind, the heat from the fireplace, the desperate roar, the smell of blood...

Everything seems like reality.

As the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts, McGonagall knew that advanced illusion magic could indeed achieve such an effect.

but.....

How could Lockhart know the scene where Voldemort killed Lily?

Including those words of struggle, begging for mercy, and despair.

Everyone who happened at that time died.

What she knew was that Dumbledore had used magic to conjure up traces of what happened that night.

After the incident, everything was cleaned up by Dumbledore.

In other words, everything that happened tonight.

Except for Lily, James, and Voldemort who are already dead.

The only ones alive were her, Dumbledore, and, oh, the baby Harry.

It shouldn't be.

Moreover, she had forgotten all the details of the environment that night, and it was impossible for Dumbledore to specifically remember the details of the environment.

If she hadn't compared it with her own memory, it would have been difficult to notice the similarity of this scene.

It all seems real, and the details are even more real than reality.

It was like going back in time and they were at the night when the Dark Lord killed Lily.

More importantly, everything she could sense, the entire Godric's Hollow was exactly the same as she remembered.

Even more comprehensive than her memory.

Mag couldn't help but wonder whether what she saw was real or an illusion.

Memories and illusions are far from reaching such standards.

At this moment, Mag secretly waved her wand and cast a spell to identify illusions on herself.

And the result...

No feedback, no results.

Is this reality?

There was a confused look in McGonagall's eyes, and she couldn't wait to tell Dumbledore everything she had discovered.

Trying to find an acceptable answer.

click!

At this moment, everyone heard a sound like a mirror breaking.

The next moment, it was as if time stopped and everything was still.

Lily hugged Harry tightly against her chest, her expression nervous but resolute. There was a very faint golden light in her emerald eyes, and she seemed to be preparing a spell.

Voldemort on the opposite side held a yew wand and pointed it at Harry Potter, the son of fables on the opposite side. A faint green light appeared at the tip of the wand, as if to indicate that the next spell was the Killing Curse representing death.

The baby version of Harry has slightly open lips, an innocent look in his eyes, white and tender hands and a cute face, which looks very pitiful.

All of this, coupled with the dim and broken room, seemed to foreshadow some ominous scene.

Everyone held their breath as they watched this scene, which could be regarded as a turning point in history.

Harry Potter also held his breath. This scene was fragmented and disordered in his memory. Even now, he really wanted to know all the details of what happened.

However...

The next moment, the vast colorful power of dreams began to render everything in front of the eyes like a filter.

For some reason, Mag felt a breath of reality.

This breath came inexplicably, and it was even the first time she encountered it, but she did not feel confident in her heart. This was the reality.

It seems that you can touch the real object as long as you reach out.

The majestic power of dreams renders everything in the cabin.

The dead bodies on the ground, the broken houses, the hideous dark lord Voldemort...

All of this seems to become more vivid and clear.

It seems that nothing has changed, yet it seems that everything has changed.

The breath of truth!

Yes, it feels more real than before.

The thought flashed through Mag's mind and his pupils shrank.