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Hearing Sirius's words, Harry was extremely shocked.
He did not expect his father to have a duel with Gryffindor in the illusion. Even though he lost in the end, it was still very impressive.
His opponent was the powerful Gryffindor. Not every Magus had the qualifications to challenge him, this in itself was a recognition of his father's strength.
He walked a few steps forward onto the black stone platform, feeling his legs trembling.
Beside him, the centaur Mageri looked at him expressionlessly, a trace of impatience in his expression.
The aged centaur elder had completely retreated into the shadows, not making a sound.
Harry took a deep breath, preparing to accept the challenge.
He did not turn around to look at everyone's encouraging gazes, but instead clenched his fists. He kept telling himself not to be afraid, no matter what he saw in the illusion, he could not retreat.
Perhaps he could be like his father and duel with Gryffindor, or be like Ron and face countless eight-eyed spiders and Soul Eaters. These were not problems, but if he was to be tested like Hermione, then that was not something he was good at.
Harry let his imagination run wild. When he came back to his senses, he realised he had already entered the illusion.
It was still late at night, and the stars in the sky did not change much.
A gust of cold wind blew past, and Harry could not help but shiver.
He pulled his robe, and realised he was standing on a pitch-black street. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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This was not Hogwarts or Privet Street. He was sure he had never been to this place before, but there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"Flickering Fluorescent Light!" Harry pulled out his wand, and looked around vigilantly.
He was currently standing in a small alleyway. Tattered houses stood on both sides of the narrow alleyway. They were all pitch-black, without any light, and not even the slightest sound.
Not far ahead was a small plaza, that was the center of this small village.
Harry walked forward slowly. The cold wind of the night felt like needles stabbing into his cheeks. He passed by more houses along the way. They were all dark and uninhabited.
As he got closer to the square, Harry saw a huge statue of a male wizard in the center. His left hand was holding a magic wand in front of him, and his right hand was holding a rare silver sword. This statue was very similar to the image of Gryffindor described by Elwyn and Hermione. Perhaps this was him.
Just as he was looking at the statue, the sound of fighting and the hoarse cries of a woman came from a house in front of him.
Harry quickly raised his head. He saw that the front door of the house was wide open. There was a room on the second floor that was lit by a weak candlelight. It was especially eye-catching in the darkness.
His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped into his throat.
Unsurprisingly, the test that he was about to face was in this house. He did not know what was waiting for him, but the darkness around him was extremely oppressive.
"Is anyone here?" Harry ran to the door and shouted, "Who's in there?"
No one answered him. The hall on the first floor was a mess. Obviously, someone had just broken into the room from the outside.
Harry took a few steps inside and suddenly stopped in front of the fireplace. He looked at the picture on the fireplace in disbelief. The picture was of his parents. His mother was holding a baby in her arms, and her face was filled with a happy smile.
Harry finally knew where he was. This was his home.
This is Godric Valley. This is my home. This is where I was born! Harry's heart almost stopped beating. He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
He had even forgotten that this was an illusion created by Gryffindor. There was only one thought in his mind: he was home, back to the place that used to be his home.
If there was no Lord Voldemort, he would have grown up here and spent every holiday here.
He would have invited friends to play at home, and he might even have a younger brother or sister. His mother would have made him a birthday cake instead of celebrating alone.
Harry wiped the tears that suddenly welled up in his eyes. When he looked at his parents' old pictures, he had imagined this more than once. Just as he was about to take a closer look around, a woman's scream and pleading came from upstairs. It was the voice he had heard when he encountered the Dementors. It was his mother's cry.
Harry finally understood that this was the night that Lord Voldemort broke into his home. The misfortune that would affect his life was about to happen.
Without hesitation, he rushed to the second floor.
Harry knew that he had to hurry. He wanted to see his parents. If he was fast enough, he might even be able to save them from the hands of Lord Voldemort.
He used all his strength to hold the wand tightly in his hand. Harry panted as he climbed up the stairs. Then he saw a man with a black hood standing at the top of the stairs, smiling coldly. His smile was so cruel.
At his feet, there were the figures of a man and a woman lying on the ground.
In the corner of the room, there was a small crib. A child was crying weakly in it.
"No!" Harry shouted. He knew that the two people on the ground were his parents. They were dead. They were killed by Lord Voldemort!
Soon, it would be his turn.
'Remove your weapon! 'shouted Harry, rushing forward in defiance of the others.
Lord Voldemort dodged Harry's spell. He quickly waved his wand, and a green light hit Harry, who was pouncing on him.
Harry fell. He did not know what spell Lord Voldemort had cast on him. It seemed to be a petrification spell. He could not control his body, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.
He saw his father lying in a pool of blood. His empty eyes were filled with unwillingness.
His father's right hand stretched forward, as if he wanted to hold his mother's hand before he died. However, his hand fell to the ground.
Harry wanted to scream, but he could not make a sound.
He could only watch as Lord Voldemort walked step by step towards his baby self. A cold voice rang out, followed by a flash of dark green light.
Lord Voldemort let out a piercing scream. His evil spell was reflected back at him. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and escaped through the window.
Harry cried loudly. He felt a sharp pain coming from the scar on his forehead. The world in front of him was quickly shattering.
He knew that he was about to leave this place and return to reality. He tried his best to look at his parents, hoping to see them one last time.
"You have failed. Although you have courage, you cannot defeat yourself. Remember, the last enemy to be destroyed is death! "
A magnetic male voice came from the void. This was Harry's last memory. He did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
Harry was still immersed in the great pain of his parents' death and his hatred for Lord Voldemort.
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