pertwk Chapter 1488 Interlude Death
Chapter 1488 Interlude Death
Chapter 1488 Interlude Death
Pfft!
The young man fell heavily to the ground in the forest.
There was an old lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, he was thin and his exposed skin was covered with scratches, and his wizard robe was dirty.
His name was Harry Potter, and he was supposed to be the savior of this world.
But now, the savior has become the prey.
The wet soil squeezed out from between his fingers. Harry Potter felt dizzy and exhausted to the extreme, but he still forced himself to get up from the ground as quickly as possible.
"Come on, Harry! Get up!"
"He's coming! They're coming!"
"Go back and fight them! Do you remember the spell I taught you, Harry?"
"Stupid idea! Potter, keep running, don't stop."
"Poor boy, he's exhausted. Stop pushing him, okay?"
There was a noisy sound in his ears, the male and female voices intertwined together, making Harry Potter's head hurt more and more.
He struggled to stand up, his nails full of dirt, and tried desperately to mobilize the last bit of strength in his body to get up.
Beside him, several men and women with a faint white glow on their bodies were cheering him on. One of the women even wanted to reach out to pull him up, but her palm just brushed past Harry Potter's trembling arm that was supporting himself on the ground without any intersection.
Obviously, they are not alive.
Originally, everything should have developed in the established direction, but deviations began at some point. His old enemy Voldemort and his Death Eaters were always able to see through the movements of the righteous side.
No matter what the plan is, it cannot escape Voldemort's eyes. Every action will be accurately intercepted, and every failure will bring an extremely painful price.
There were fewer and fewer good people, and everyone was killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
He staggered to his feet from the ground, his body covered in dirt, his cracked glasses fogged up by the steaming sweat.
Harry wiped his glasses and looked at the men and women around him. They all emitted a strange, faint fluorescence, but otherwise they were exactly the same as the figures he remembered.
"Harry, run!"
The man with glasses who looks similar to himself is Harry's father, James Potter, who died at the hands of Voldemort 17 years ago.
"Dear, you can do this. We will all be here with you."
The beautiful woman with the same green eyes as Harry is Harry's mother, Lily Potter, who also died 17 years ago.
"Harry! Harry! You can't escape, turn around and fight them like a real man! Take at least a few Death Eaters away!"
The one with long black hair and bared teeth like a wolf urging Harry to turn around and fight the Death Eaters to the death is Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who died heroically in the battle of the Ministry of Magic two years ago.
"Has your brain become assimilated with that of a dog? Potter, flee to the west, where there is a river."
The man with greasy long hair, sallow complexion and a hooked nose, his sharp eyes sometimes fixed on Harry and sometimes on Lily Potter. He was Severus Snape, the most outstanding Potions Master in the history of Hogwarts. For Harry's sake, he was willing to act as an undercover agent and lurk under Voldemort. He was brutally killed when Voldemort discovered his identity half a year ago.
"It's useless Severus, they brought Dementors with them. Harry, remember the spell I taught you? Use that against the Dementors."
The wise man with pale face and gray hair, he was Remus Lupin, a close friend of Harry's parents and godfather. He was also the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who taught Harry magic. He died in a battle with Death Eaters a month ago.
"Stop bothering him, Harry is almost exhausted! Harry, run, run!"
The girl with thick brown hair urged Harry to run away urgently. She was Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends. Five days ago, she jumped to block a killing curse aimed at Harry and died in Harry's arms.
"Oh my God, if I were still alive, I would definitely curse those Death Eaters severely. Buddy, you are outnumbered now, run for your life!"
The tall red-haired boy was spinning in circles anxiously. He was Ron Weasley, also Harry's best friend. On the day Hermione died, Ron rushed towards a dozen Death Eaters like crazy in revenge for Hermione, and died in the tragic green light curtain created by countless killing curses.
"Shh...Listen, that's the sound of the Death Eaters approaching. They're coming!"
The tall and strong man as big as a little giant looked into the distance vigilantly. He was Hagrid, whom Harry regarded as a relative. Just yesterday, he single-handedly blocked the Death Eaters who were chasing Harry. The green light shining in the valley even illuminated the sky covered with dark clouds.
Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry did not look back but ran forward eagerly with his tired body. However, his legs, as heavy as lead, did not obey him at all and he could only move forward bit by bit.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
At this moment, dense gas explosion sounds were heard behind him, as if something was forced out of the air.
Then a blinding red light lit up behind Harry. He suddenly felt his body go numb and the scenery around him spun rapidly. His thin body was blown into the air by the powerful impact and spun several times before falling heavily to the mud in front of him. His glasses were also thrown not far away.
Noisy, shrill laughter came from all directions and poured into Harry Potter's ears. The strange thing was that the sound seemed to be separated by a thick layer, as if he was sinking to the bottom of the water and listening to people talking on the surface.
"Hahahaha! I caught him. It's my credit! I caught the savior!"
"Avery! How dare you go past your master and hurt Harry Potter? You are such an audacious fool!"
"Harry! Harry, get up! No, I can't grab your arm, you have to get up by yourself!"
"Leave him alive! The master wants him alive!"
"It was that cowardly fool Avery. I should have killed him first. Potter, run."
"No, there are too many of them. Fight them to the death, Harry!"
"Calling the master! Launch the Dark Mark!"
The chaotic noise coming from enemies and relatives and friends made Harry Potter's headache worse, and everything around him seemed to be spinning.
Then, a terrible scream woke Harry up.
It was Avery, the Death Eater who first found Harry Potter and cursed him. He was now collapsed in the mud, rolling around wildly and screaming.
“Master…Ahhhhhh…Master, spare me!”
"Spare you? Avery, how dare you?"
A slimy snake-like voice sounded, with extreme excitement and anger,
"I said, Harry Potter is my prey, no one of you can hurt him before me! No one!
I ask you, have you forgotten my orders, Avery? Hmm?"
In Harry's blurred vision without his glasses, a tall, bald figure was pointing his wand at the figure tumbling on the ground, saying cruel words:
"Does disobeying my orders turn you on, Avery? Answer me!"
“No, no… Master, please… have mercy…”
Avery's screams grew weaker and weaker until they were silent.
Will I suffer the same fate next? Harry didn't even have time to lament his impending fate before he felt his limbs and body being roughly pulled up by invisible hands, and his glasses stained with wet mud were slammed into his face. The nose pads even pierced Harry's nose bridge, and blood flowed down his nose.
Then, Voldemort's ugly half-man, half-snake face appeared in front of Harry, occupying most of his vision.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Harry Potter, you great savior! So many people sacrificed themselves for you, so many people tried their best to delay me, just to give you a chance to escape.
But now, the famous Harry Potter has finally fallen into my hands!"
Voldemort was extremely excited. His two snake-like nostrils kept flaring, and a huge snake hissing and spitting out its tongue slowly swam towards him from behind Voldemort.
"Speak now, speak now! I want to hear you begging me to spare your stubborn, stupid classmates and teachers, your Muggle relatives.
If it pleases me, I will mercifully allow them to live in my new age as servants."
Harry was suspended off the ground by an invisible force, in a posture like Jesus Christ on the cross. He stared at Voldemort with wide eyes, breathing heavily and saying nothing.
He would not let Voldemort get his wish, and no matter how cruel the torture would be, he would not beg for mercy or admit defeat.
Seeing Harry like this, Voldemort was not angry but became more excited and happy:
"Yes... yes, yes, that's right! That's what the famous Harry Potter should look like!
You are not expecting anything, are you? Are you waiting for the great Albus Dumbledore to come and save you? That hypocritical old man who disgusts me, you still don't believe he is dead, right? "
【Harry...】
Hearing the familiar voice, Harry looked up, and when he saw the figure, tears immediately blurred his vision.
Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this era, was standing behind Voldemort in a faint fluorescent robe. He clasped his hands in front of his abdomen and looked into Harry's eyes with sad eyes.
Voldemort noticed Harry's gaze and looked back, but saw nothing.
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly revealed a sinister smile: "Ahaha... Why didn't I think of the Resurrection Stone, one of the three holy artifacts, being the key to Albus Dumbledore's death. That thing is with you, right?"
Enjoying the beauty of the moment of victory, Voldemort did not immediately search for the Resurrection Stone hidden in Harry's body. Instead, he moved his half-human, half-snake head close to Harry's face and whispered like a snake spitting out its tongue:
"Legend has it that only the holder of the Resurrection Stone can see the existence of neither life nor death. Tell me, what do you see?
Is it Albus Dumbledore crying and apologizing to you for failing you?
Yes, listen carefully, listen to what he says, listen to his confession, listen to what he has done..."
Voldemort's voice became increasingly distant from Harry's ears. He just looked at Dumbledore and listened to what he said.
【I'm sorry, Harry... I've let you all down.】
Dumbledore had tears in his eyes and his voice was trembling.
[I thought I could resist... but I still failed... the resurrection stone is too tempting for me.
The curse attached to the Resurrection Stone is too powerful; it is definitely not magic that Voldemort could cast.
I failed, and the curse took away my mind... Every once in a while I would lose a piece of my memory.
It was I who informed, I confessed all the plans and secrets to the enemy.
I’m sorry, Harry… I’m sorry…】
Gradually, Dumbledore's figure dissipated in the faint fluorescent light and disappeared without a trace.
Harry's eyes were dull. He couldn't believe that the whistleblower was actually Dumbledore himself! No, this is impossible. It must be an illusion created by Voldemort. He just wanted to see me like this.
"It's fake, you can't fool me!" Harry gritted his teeth and said viciously word by word.
Voldemort laughed out loud when he heard this, and the Death Eaters around him, who had been silent as a mouse, also joined in and smiled desperately.
"Oh, poor Harry, you have no idea what you're up against.
Someone told me all the secrets of the world.
Someone had planned the perfect trap for Dumbledore.
Someone took the opportunity to control Dumbledore's mind.
That person could have destroyed everything with absolute violence, but he wanted to see the most interesting dramatic scene, which coincided with my idea.
Now, all obstacles have been removed, and the entire magical world will kneel before me."
Voldemort played with the wand in his hand and sneered:
"And the price of all this is just the Three Deathly Hallows. It's a good deal, isn't it?"
He hooked his finger, and the beautiful but crazy Bellatrix behind him immediately came over with a pool of mercury-like transparent substance and laughed shrilly.
"The Deathly Hallows, which are the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone.
I have given the Elder Wand to that man, and I have taken the Invisibility Cloak from the Weasleys. Now all that is left is the Resurrection Stone that Albus Dumbledore left for you in the right pocket of your shirt."
Voldemort placed the tip of his wand against Harry's neck, causing a few drops of blood to flow out:
"Since you have provided me with good emotional value, well, great savior Harry Potter, I will give you a quick death.
When you die, I will take the Resurrection Stone. Don't worry, your Muggle relatives will live well, and they will witness this era that belongs to me with their own eyes!"
The bright green light has filled the wand, which is the death curse called 'Avada Kedavra'.
At this moment, a black and purple light suddenly appeared in the surroundings, and then a portal two people tall appeared.
As soon as they saw the portal, the Death Eaters around them immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
Even Voldemort took a few steps back and bowed reluctantly, greeting the adult who was about to walk out of the portal with the attitude of meeting his master.
The lord who possesses supreme power and can easily use countless terrible curse magics that even Voldemort has never heard of.
Pfft!
Something was thrown out from the portal, hit Voldemort and spun around twice.
Voldemort took a closer look and immediately took a few steps back in horror.
It was a head, the head of a sweet-looking girl with short green hair that reached below the ears.
The girl's face was frozen in a scream of shock and fear, and the cut on her neck was extremely smooth.
"No, impossible..." Voldemort trembled slightly. That lord was actually killed? Who could...
Step, step, step...
The sound of metal stepping on the ground sounded slowly, and a tall figure emerged from the portal and appeared in the dark forest.
A burly figure wearing full skeleton armor rode on a tall warhorse that was also covered with bone armor. A faint light flickered in the eye sockets of the skeleton's face armor, scanning the people present.
Harry's eyes widened, he had seen this figure before!
When he got the resurrection stone, it was at the critical moment of his escape. At that time, Harry saw a knight in skeleton armor standing on the battlefield where magic was flying everywhere, and no one seemed to notice this strange figure.
Harry also thought that he had witnessed the deaths of too many relatives and friends, so he had the hallucination of meeting the god of death.
But now, Death has appeared again, and it is not an illusion.
Voldemort was trembling all over. Seeing that the Skeleton Knight was not paying attention to him, he suddenly jumped up! He clenched his wand and swung it at the Skeleton Knight, shouting:
"Avada Kedavra!"
Violent green plasma shot out from the tip of the wand, causing the wand in Voldemort's hand to shake violently. The green light that was enough to bring horrific death hit the Skeleton Knight hard.
Along with the green light, the smile that Voldemort had just smiled also disappeared.
An iris shield completely blocked the killing curse, leaving not a single trace.
Then, the necks of Voldemort and all the Death Eaters around him were separated from their bodies at the same time.
Their heads fell to the ground like billiard balls with thuds, and their expressions remained horrified.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. What happened? The adult Voldemort was talking about was beheaded, and then Voldemort himself and his Death Eaters were beheaded?
Does the Grim Reaper have a habit of chopping off heads? Yes, in mythological illustrations, the Grim Reaper always appears with a scythe.
Just as Harry was daydreaming, he was suddenly blocked by a dark shadow.
Death rode his warhorse to Harry and looked down at him.
A large hand completely covered in skeleton armor stretched out towards Harry, palm open.
Harry was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly he reached for his right pocket.
Is the Grim Reaper going to... take back the Deathly Hallows that belong to him?
He then realized that the invisible hand that bound him had disappeared with Voldemort's death, and he quickly took out a small black, crystal clear stone from his pocket. It was shaped like a miniature pyramid, with strange patterns on the surface.
It is none other than the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows.
Harry handed the Resurrection Stone to the hands of the Grim Reaper with trembling arms. Just as he was about to pick up the Invisibility Cloak that had fallen to the ground, he found that the Grim Reaper had already withdrawn his hand.
In a trance, Harry saw the Grim Reaper nod slightly at him, then casually swung the sword in his hand.
A huge space crack shining with blue-purple light immediately appeared.
Is that the world of death? Harry stood on tiptoe, hoping to see the figures of his deceased parents and elder friends from inside, but he could see nothing.
Then, Harry saw the Grim Reaper suddenly throw the reins, and the warhorse carrying the Grim Reaper flew into the Death's Gate, and the space crack closed immediately.
Everything fell silent, as if nothing had happened, except for the headless corpses scattered all over the ground and Harry Potter slumped on the ground.
The god of death... really exists.