The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

Chapter 506 Lily, I was entrusted by Snape to help you resurrect (two in one)

"kill!"

"Come on, avenge your dead companion."

"For the rise of the goblin, kill!"

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"Avada Kedavra!"

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"Woo, mom, where is mom?"

"It's dark, it's cold, I'm afraid."

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Endless darkness and blood are intertwined, blood donations flowing around, pale bones, painful wailing and desperate struggle.

These nightmarish scenes caused Harry to collapse for a while.

He kept running and struggling, trying to get away from the blood in front of him and the nightmare in front of him.

If it weren't for the faint golden light full of intimacy in the depths of his soul whenever he fell into a desperate situation of collapse.

Maintain the last trace of clarity in his heart.

Now he, I am afraid that he has long been turned into a puppet.

Even so, he was alone in the darkness, killing every goblin with empathy, seeing their begging for mercy, and hearing their wailing.

The original fear and pity gradually turned into indifference.

It seems that he does not reject killing.

Even looking at the painful expressions on their faces, he actually began to enjoy it in his heart.

He began to crave blood, crave darkness.

He was a little angry, why he could only watch and not participate in this grand feast of killing.

Yes, this is no longer a battlefield, but a grand banquet.

A peerless banquet about magic and killing, it seems that there is some truth about killing here.

Simply looking at him is no longer enough to satisfy him.

He wanted to enjoy the scene of blood on his body, he wanted to wave his wand and see the other party struggling and begging desperately.

he thinks
hum!
The golden light in the depths of the soul emerged again, and the familiar warmth gradually enveloped Harry's soul.

A trace of black and red mist was gradually expelled.

Harry regained his clarity, and the fear in his heart resurfaced again.

He clearly remembered what he had just thought.

He is not only afraid of the nightmare in front of him, but even more afraid of his indifferent self.

"Whoa, mom, I miss you"

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

By the way, there is also that Professor Lockhart who has been encouraging him.

However, the good times are always short-lived.

When Mother Lily's magic expels certain soul pollution, it seems that the Horcrux fragments are more threatening.

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

The golden light on the surface of the soul is gone, and darkness and blood come again.

Another reincarnation came.

Harry was a little desperate, and vaguely, he seemed to see his future.

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

Blood color gradually entered Harry's soul.

The originally bright eyes were also stained with black.

Harry, who was terrified, gradually laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder.

"quack"

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

"Fairy, they all deserve to die."

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hum!
After an unknown period of time, it seemed that Harry's situation had reached a critical moment.

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

Rinsing, took away strands of black and red stains.

Mother Lily's magic took effect again, and Harry's darkened eyes returned to their normal emerald green color again.

"Mom, Dad"

Harry is desperate, helpless in such a dark world.

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

Prayed to the professors at Hogwarts to save him, but there was no response.

And the wizard he trusted the most, and he considered the most powerful wizard, Principal 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 are holding hands, looking at themselves with warm and firm eyes all the time, encouraging themselves.

This is dad, mom.

Harry was very determined in his heart, without the slightest doubt.

"help me."

"Dad, Mom"

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Harry sobbed softly, in a low voice, as if praying in a desperate situation.

However.
It seemed that some kind of danger had intensified, and the golden light gradually faded away again.

Feel the familiar breath disappear again.

As if grasping at the last straw, Harry began to shout.

"Don't leave, don't leave."

"Mom, Dad, don't."

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Harry's call seemed to alarm some existence.

Darkness and blood color gradually came, crazy, dark thoughts resurfaced in Harry's mind.

This time, he seemed to want to be relieved.

Again and again, it was too painful.

Live, can't live!
Die, die not die!
The feeling that life is worse than death is better than everything returning to silence, returning to the great death.

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

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

The idea has never been so strong, and the emotions of darkness and killing are like raw materials pouring into Harry's inner obsession.

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

Harry looked sideways in one direction.

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

Harry didn't take any action, the space was changing, and the darkness and blood color gradually thickened, as if reaching a certain source.

This is his soul space, where he is when he thinks strongly about it.

As Harry stared indifferently ahead, his eyes were slightly black, indifferent, cold, and seemed devoid of any emotion.

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

A faint golden light wrapped around a black crystal.

The black crystals bloom with evil black and red mist, which seems to be the source of everything.

On the surface of the crystal, faint golden threads are intertwined with each other, forming a large golden net covering it, filtering the black and red mist.

But because there is too much fog, what can be purified is only negligible.

At the same time, whenever the black crystal trembles, it seems to be ready to move away.

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

He focused on imprisoning this black crystal, or Horcrux fragment.

It was even less time to purify the released black and red mist.

The black-red mist became thicker and thicker, continuously pouring into Harry's soul.

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

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

As if feeling some kind of crisis, the golden thread began to tremble, and some kind of buzzing was faintly heard.

It seemed to be calling, reminding, or calling back Harry's last sanity.

But
Maybe the pollution of the soul has reached the depths, and Harry can't control himself at all.

Or maybe he is only thirteen or fourteen years old and simply cannot bear the pain caused by pollution and purification of reincarnation again and again.

For him, death, self-destruction is the way of liberation.

hum!
Originating from the magic of love cast by Lily sacrificing her own life, she seemed to know the desperate situation at this moment, and began to tremble continuously, and a large amount of golden light began to shoot around.

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

"Harry, Harry"

"Wake up, wake up, don't be engulfed by darkness."

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A gentle female voice sounded, and when Harry heard it, his body trembled, and the black mist in his eyes seemed to be beginning to disintegrate.

"Mother."

A low-pitched groan sounded, and for some reason, a burst of crying was faintly heard, mixed with strong sadness.

People can't help feeling pity and heartache just by hearing the voice.

However.
It seemed that something bad had happened.

The horcrux fragments kept trembling, as if they were struggling, trying to hinder the interaction between the two parties and strengthen their influence on Harry.

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

Looking at each other, a flash of determination flashed in the eyes of both sides.

Immediately
hum!
The golden light bloomed again, but this time, the golden thread began to crumble, and wisps of golden mist enveloped the black crystal, driving away all the abnormal soul pollution around it.

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

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

Holding hands, they walked towards the black crystal, the shard of Voldemort's soul.

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

The eyes are filled with love and nostalgia.

As they got closer to the horcrux fragment, the figure became more and more unreal.

And the horcrux fragments seemed to feel some kind of fatal danger, struggling hard, but they were all imprisoned.

"no, do not want."

Harry yelled into the distance, crying, and ran towards them at the same time.

The hard work of his parents brought him back to normal again.

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

This is where parents sacrifice their last strength to buy more time for themselves.

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

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

It is a very lucky thing to be able to meet the dead parents.

However, watching them choose to die again because of protecting themselves.

The excitement this gave Harry was also not that small.

"No, mom, dad, don't."

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Run, run, keep running forward.

Shout, shout, keep shouting loudly.

But the distance still didn't get closer, and the two figures didn't look back again.

With firm steps, they walked towards Voldemort's Horcrux fragment.

At the same time, all kinds of pale golden runes appeared around it, densely packed and very spectacular.

At this moment, their constant collision and combination emitted a warm and dazzling golden light.

It seems to be leaving the last swan song.

call!call!call!
The two of Lily and Potter walked up to the Horcrux fragments.

After a little silence, he turned his head and forgot to glance at his son who kept running towards him.

A look of pity appeared on his face.

It seems to be distressed by all the experiences Harry has experienced in these years.

But then, he looked back at the constantly struggling Horcrux fragments.

Pity was resolutely replaced.

They were already dead people, and they guarded their sons with their last imprint of their souls.

That's good enough.

hum!
Lily held her husband Porter with her left hand, and at the same time raised her right hand, and slowly moved forward.

And so did Potter.

hum!
Dazzling golden light bloomed in an instant, and the Horcrux fragments seemed to be strongly corroded.

A strong black and red air began to erupt to resist.

Jinguang, no, it should be said that the magic of love purifies everything.

At the same time, the phantoms of the souls of the two began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye as the golden light bloomed.

Harry ran as hard as he could, as if he knew that this might be the last time he and his parents would see each other.

Before the palms were fully touched, the icy dark air and the mad killing intent had already begun to spread.

The whole body bloomed like burning, and the golden flame began to burn everything.

Like the last madness, this golden flame wrapped around the horcrux fragments.

Purify and stop all opponents' backhands.

The two looked at the horcrux fragments wrapped in golden flames, their faces could not help showing determination.

Then, the two prepared to step in and sacrifice their last bit of strength.

At this moment, suddenly.
"Hey, Lily, it doesn't matter if Potter is dead, you can't die so easily."

"How else would I explain to Snape?"

A flat male voice sounded, and Lily and Potter suddenly raised their heads and stared at each other.

A somewhat familiar figure appeared on the other side of the Horcrux fragment.

"Lockhart." Lily whispered, "Why did you come in?"

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to react, and asked eagerly: "Can you solve Harry's current problem?"

Potter on the first plate also said eagerly, "Lockhart, what's the situation outside?"

"Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"

The two hid in the depths of Harry's soul, sometimes awake, sometimes asleep.

Naturally, he knew what Lockhart had achieved at this time.

But they didn't know anything about Dumbledore's recent outing.

At this moment, Lockhart looked at the Horcrux fragments in front of him with great interest.

Feeling the distant and close connection between the Horcrux and the soul zone, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

It can be used for reference in the dream world.

Lockhart thought silently, then raised his head to look at Potter and Lily opposite.

"Principal Dumbledore has something to do and has gone abroad."

"The Hogwarts professors can't do anything about Harry's current state."

"Come to me and solve the problem."

Lockhart spoke calmly, his eyes still fixed on the Horcrux fragments below.

With a light wave of his hand, it glowed with lavender light, and fell into the Horcrux fragments like raindrops.

Feeling the information constantly emerging in his heart, Hart nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Harry, who was still running forward after glancing at not far away, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then set his eyes on Lily.

"Long time no see, Lily."

"Your current state is not good." Lockhart said calmly.

Hearing this, Lily and Potter smiled wryly.

"We're already dead, so why talk about our state?" Potter said bitterly.

"Really?" Lockhart said playfully, "But in my eyes, your condition is not dead yet."

Hearing this, the two raised their heads suddenly, as if there was another layer of meaning in Lockhart's new words.

"Lily, I am entrusted by Snape."

"Help you resurrect!"

(End of this chapter)