A friendly day at Hogwarts

Seeing the cursor representing Harry on the system map getting further and further away, Glenn hesitated for a moment and then took steps to follow.

When the Wind Step is activated, the concealment effect far exceeds that of the Invisibility Cloak.

The two invisible men walked all the way through the dark grass, bypassing Hagrid's hut, which was still lit, and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Waves of chill hit me, and further on, I saw the bushes guarded by dementors.

Glenn would naturally not be noticed, but Harry's invisibility cloak could not hinder the Dementors' perception.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and took out the Resurrection Stone from his pocket.

The diamond-shaped gem rotated three times in the palm of his hand, a faint magic power spread out, and two figures slowly emerged.

Those were Harry's parents - James and Lily Potter. Their figures exuded a soft aura and a faint shimmer. They were neither ghosts nor living people of flesh and blood, but more like they used Horcruxes in the past. Riddle, whose diary briefly possessed a physical form, or Merlin, the legendary magician that only Glenn and the others had seen.

Of course, due to the special properties of the Resurrection Stone, Glenn could only detect weak magic fluctuations, but he could not clearly see the two bodies.

From his perspective, he could only see Harry opening his eyes silently, his eyes twinkling.

He was speechless for a moment, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"You...will stay with me until the end, right?" After a long silence, he said as if talking to himself.

Although Glenn couldn't hear any reply, it could be seen from Harry's expression that the presence of his parents gave him great comfort.

Accompanied by his relatives, Harry set out again, mustering up the courage to face an unknown death.

They were like his patron saints, dispelling the chill caused by the dementors, and accompanying him as he strode through the dense, tangled, ancient trees.

The dementors patrolling back and forth passed them by, but they seemed not to notice.

"Let's go back, it's too cold here..." As we walked deeper and deeper along the path, someone's voice came from the front.

The Death Eater with him turned around and looked out of the forest, nodded and said, "I knew that boy wouldn't have the guts to bring him here on his own, but the Dark Lord would definitely be angry if he had such high hopes. ..."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of the terrible scene when Voldemort was angry, and couldn't help but shudder.

"It's not our fault anyway..." The person who spoke first shrugged, "Let's go and see what the next step is."

The two of them did not stop and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest. Harry looked around and followed.

After about a few minutes' walk, a clearing appeared in front of them, with a bonfire burning in the center. The flickering firelight illuminated a group of silent and alert-looking Death Eaters.Some were still covered and hooded, while others had their faces exposed.

The wounded were arranged on one side, and occasionally a groan or two could be heard.

Of course, the Malfoys were also present. Lucius sat in an inconspicuous corner, pale and unshaven, while his wife Narcissa also looked haggard.

Not far in front of the two of them, Master Malfoy was lying on a soft cushion, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a coma.

This was a good idea, to make him unconscious first, so as not to expose Dumbledore's plan in front of Voldemort due to his poor Occlumency.

Immediately afterwards, Harry's body trembled, and his eyes showed uncontrollable strong hatred.

Severus Snape - Dumbledore's murderer!

He half lowered his head at this time and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but judging from the position closest to Voldemort, after killing Dumbledore with his own hands, he seemed to have become His Highness the Dark Lord's most trusted Death Eater. ,none of them.

More importantly, Voldemort had not been able to catch the old Ollivander at this time, and he had not yet figured out the problem of the twin wands, let alone the Elder Wand.

In other words, Professor Snape is at his safest moment.

Who would kill his closest subordinates for no reason if not for the absolute power?

Surprisingly, it was not Bellatrix who stood on the other side of Voldemort, but Patricia, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Compared with five years ago, her already slender figure was a bit thinner, her face was no longer delicate, and she looked much more haggard.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Glenn seemed to see a hint of worry in her eyes.

At this time, Voldemort stood proudly in the center of the crowd, playing with the wand from Lucius Malfoy in his hand.At this time, he also realized that the giant snake Nagini had become the last Horcrux in his hand, and he allowed it to move at will, gliding around him.

"There is no trace of him, Master."

One of the returning Death Eaters said respectfully, he had taken off his hood and mask, it was Dolohov.

"I thought he would come," Voldemort looked at the dancing flames, his narrow eyes flashing red, "I thought he would come..."

He turned his head and looked at the gray mist behind Patricia.

"I've told you a long time ago, don't underestimate people's will to survive. If it were you, me, or everyone here, who would give up their life so easily?"

A female voice came from the gray mist, sounding arrogant.

"I am willing to..." Bellatrix immediately raised her head and wanted to retort, but was interrupted by Voldemort raising a hand.

"My dear ally is right," Voldemort said coldly, "It seems... I was wrong."

"you're not wrong!"

Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak and roared with all his strength, causing the Resurrection Stone to fall to the ground.

The clearing suddenly fell into deathly silence, and soon became noisy again.

Crazy Bella reacted the fastest and immediately pulled out the wand. Immediately after, the other Death Eaters reacted one after another. Nagini also arched her body and swallowed the snake letter hissingly.

Harry glanced at the giant snake subconsciously, but gave up the idea.In such a situation, there was no way he could hurt it before he was torn apart.

"stop!"

Voldemort's cold voice sounded, and everyone stopped on the spot as if they were turned to stone.

"he's mine!"

With a flick of his black cloak, His Highness the Dark Lord slowly came to Harry, his wand gently placed on the neck of the unarmed boy, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Harry...Potter..." he said in a very soft voice, "The Boy Who Lived."

Harry leaned back in disgust, trying to avoid his touch.

As he wished, Voldemort quickly retracted his wand and turned back.

"Let's see!" His voice suddenly became excited, "Tonight! Can you... survive the disaster?"

"Avada Kedavra!"