Chapter 1239 (2/2)
”Here he is! Here he is As Harry yelled, the snake fell down, hissing wildly and knocked down the shelf against the wall. Pieces of porcelain were flying everywhere and everything was in a mess.
Hermione rushed in again.
It was like a potential explosion. Despite the blood loss from the wound, van Lin stepped over and grasped the black shadow. He knew it was Hermione.
”We have to get out of here!” Harry screamed.
Fanlin then reflected what Harry meant, but the snake straightened up again.
There was a strong blood gas in the blood red body. Fanlin noticed the difference of the snake. It could be said that it was more ferocious. The snake's head was covered with thick cuticle, just like iron armor, which wrapped the snake's head.
This is not a Horcrux.
Fanlin can be sure, but it can be confirmed that it is Nagini's body.
But Fanlin knew that something more terrible than a snake was coming, and might have arrived at the door.
At the moment, Harry's headache was about to explode from the scar.
It can't help but that van Lim, with Hermione and Harry running away, makes a loud noise and attacks them again.
Hermione screamed, ”there are obstacles!”
Her mantra flew across the room, exploding the dressing mirrors in the closet, and the pieces were flying behind them.
Harry felt the heat scorch the back of his hand and the splinters cut his cheek. They jumped out of bed onto the broken table and jumped straight out of the windowless window.
They could even hear Hermione's screams echoing in the night when they were in mid air
Then Harry's scar was about to explode. He was Voldemort. He ran through the stinking room. He held the window sill tightly with his long white hands. He saw the bald man and the little woman and a cloaked brain twisting their bodies and disappearing before his eyes. He screamed furiously, his voice mingled with the screams of girls, crossing the darkness Over the bells of christmas church
His scream is Harry's scream, his pain is Harry's pain
Right here, where that happened before Here, in front of the house, is here, he almost knew what death is likeDeath
It's so painful
It almost tore Harry's body apart But if he has no body, why does his head ache so badly? If he died, how could he still feel unbearable pain? Could it be that the pain did not leave with the death, would not leave
The night was humid and windy. Two children dressed as pumpkins staggered across the square. The shop windows were decorated with paper spiders and gaudy Muggle ornaments
He walked slowly forward, feeling that a historic moment was coming A great moment that is closely related to the future, power, and so on.
There is no anger, because anger is born for the weak; he has only uncontrollable ecstasy Yes He has been waiting too long, waiting too long
”Your clothes are beautiful, sir.” A little boy ran up to him. When he saw the face covered with fear and pain under his hood, his smile disappeared, and he quickly turned and ran away.
…… His fingers stroked his wand under his robe A simple action can make the child never see his mother again It can be done, but it's not necessary, it's very unnecessary
He went to another, darker street and saw his destination. The curse of loyalty had failed, and they didn't know His movements were quieter than the sound of leaves sliding on the pavement. He walked to the black fence and crossed it
When the curtain was not closed, he could see clearly that they were in the small living room. The tall black haired man was wearing glasses, and a cloud of colored smoke came from the top of his magic wand. The little black haired boy in blue pajamas was amused. The child laughed and tried to catch the smoke with his little fist
The door opened, and the boy's mother came in. He couldn't hear her. She had long crimson hair on her face. The father held the child to his mother and threw his wand on the sofa, stretching and yawning. He pushed the door open a crack, but James Potter didn't hear. His pale hand took out his wand under his cloak and pointed at the door. The door opened suddenly
He stepped over the threshold and James rushed into the hall.
It's so simple, so simple, he didn't even take his wand
”Lily, take Harry and run! Here he is! Escape! Run! I'll hold him down
Hold him? I don't even have a magic wand in my hand, but I still want to hold him He laughed and then said, ”awada, kill me!”
The green light lit up the narrow hall hallway, lit up the baby carriage, pushed it to the wall, the stair railing shone like a lighted stick in the green light, and James Porter fell like a broken puppet
He heard the screams of the woman downstairs and was trapped, but as long as she was awake, she was fearless He went up the steps and watched her as if she were trying to protect himself She doesn't have a wand in her hand How stupid, how trusting others are. I feel that my safety is very safe in my friend's place, so safe that I can throw my wand aside
He forcibly opened the door, waved his wand lazily, and the chairs and boxes piled in the door were cleared away She just stood there with the baby in her arms.
As soon as she saw him, she put her son in the crib behind her and held out her hands in front of her, as if this would work, as if she were in front of her to replace Harry
”Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please don't move Harry! ”
” go away, you stupid woman Go one way, now. ”
”Don't move Harry, please don't, kill me, kill me instead of him...”
”This is my last warning...”
”Don't move, Harry! Please Be merciful Be merciful Don't move, Harry! Don't move, Harry! Please I can do anything... ”
”Stand aside! Stand aside, you woman He could have gotten her out of the crib, but it seemed easier to punish them together The room was green and she fell like her husband.
The child didn't cry. He stood up, clutching the crib fence and looking at the intruder's face with interest. Maybe he thought that under his cloak was his father, who was going to make him some more beautiful lights, and his mother might show up laughing at any time
He aimed his wand very carefully at the little boy's face. He wanted to see it happen with his own eyes, to see the destruction of this inexplicable danger. The child began to cry, and he saw that the man was not James. He didn't like the baby crying. When he was in the orphanage, he could never tolerate the crying of those little things
”Awada, kill me!” And then he collapsed completely. He became nothing but pain and fear. He had to hide himself. He couldn't stay in this broken house where children were crying. He had to stay a little farther away Far, far away
”No,” he groaned. The snake was crawling on the dirty floor. He killed the boy, but he was the boy himself
”No...”
Now he stood by the broken window of bashida's house, immersed in the memory of his great frustration.