Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The days in midsummer are always very long, the sun is slowly sinking down, and the dark blue night sky finally replaces the lingering sunset glow.

The night sky in the Muggle world is as cool as water and full of stars.

However, the night sky in Godric's Valley is not cool, but rather gloomy, revealing a sense of depressing wind and rain.

At this time, a guest was ushered in here.

Shiny and expensive dragon leather shoes stepped on the path, and the simple yet imply gorgeous black wizard robe covered the well-proportioned body, holding a white wand in his right hand.

His soft and docile hair was like jet black jade, and he brushed it back, revealing a shocking face, his cold expression did not detract from his beauty in the slightest, and his dark red eyes added a bit of weirdness and evil charm to him.

There is no doubt that the young man fascinates people, but he exudes a chilling power all over his body, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

At this moment, he was gazing, or in other words, examining the small villa on the opposite side.

This small villa is very beautiful, and the white-painted doors correspond to the red brick walls, making it look very lively.

The well-manicured flower beds and lawns exude the fragrance of grass and trees in the dark night,

Warm, warm-colored light shines through the curtains, and the shadows of men, women, and children are cast on it. The man holds the child on his shoulders, and the family laughs heartily.

Afterwards, the shadows of the family slowly left the window and seemed to enter the house.

The young man narrowed his eyes and walked towards the villa.

Every step he took was so graceful, as if he was going to a dance party.

He didn't stop in his steps, and with a wave of his wand, the white door opened slightly. As his steps approached, the door opened slowly by itself.

What caught my eye were shoes scattered on the ground, and baby products scattered everywhere.

The door is wide open—

James Potter, with messy hair, was staring at the door warily, his eyes widened when he saw the young man's face, Voldemort!

For a moment, his mind seemed to freeze.

The fighting instincts he'd acquired from years of confrontation with Death Eaters made him subconsciously touch his hand—where he usually kept his wand—and his heart sank—

The wand is not there.

He had put Harry on the sofa when he was playing with him just now.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his arms to block the devil, using the most authentic physical instinct to stop the man, only hoping that Lily and Harry could escape.

He turned and shouted upstairs, eyes wide open, "Here he comes! Lily! Run! Take Harry, run—"

Voldemort watched the man's panic with great interest, with a hint of contempt in his eyes——

Potter didn't even have a wand with him.

He was a little bored, so he raised his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted an ominous green light, sinking into the man's body.

The man's expression was fixed on his face, and he fell down with a bang.

Lily Potter had just put Harry in the stroller, and her face was as pale as paper when she heard that.

Her hand grabbed the rail of the pram, and she reacted quickly, and rushed to close the door, pushing all the furniture behind the door with all her might - her wand was downstairs.

Lily Evans was an excellent witch - all the professors who taught her said so.

So she quickly realized that their secret keeper Peter Pettigrew had betrayed!

She stopped piling up the furniture suddenly, picked up the red crayon Harry was playing with, and wrote a few words forcefully on a blind corner behind the door, looking at Harry in the stroller.

She knew that this was the last time she and Harry would be together, and she didn't want to waste such a short time on piles of useless furniture.

The bitterness welling up in her heart overwhelmed her. She hadn't watched Harry grow up, go to Hogwarts, enter Gryffindor, play Quidditch, make girlfriends, get married and have children...

Little Harry seemed puzzled why Mummy, who had been singing softly just now, suddenly piled up the furniture and played with his crayons.

But he could clearly feel that Mommy was afraid, so he stretched out his short hand, looked at his mother with those pure emerald eyes, and tried to comfort her.

Lily squatted down in front of the pram, holding the pram in one hand, and the two emeralds met, the larger one overflowing with sadness.

She whispered, "Harry, you are so loved, so loved, mom loves you. dad loves you. Harry, be safe, be strong."

Voldemort raised his eyes and stepped over the man's body. He had come today for the baby.

The Dark Lord's mobility has always been excellent, he walked slowly to the second floor with an elegant and relaxed posture.

He looked at the tightly closed door, and could feel the door was blocked by a large pile of furniture, and the number of furniture continued to increase.

The young man was a little funny, this stupid woman thought that a few pieces of furniture could stop the Dark Lord in his footsteps?

Should it be said that he is a brainless Gryffindor?

With a flick of his wand, the door that Lily Potter saw as protection collapsed, blowing the pile of furniture behind it to pieces.

Lily blocked Harry in the stroller, looking at the handsome wizard walking step by step, her face became paler and paler.

Voldemort sized her up. Is this the woman Severus likes?

He swung Lily aside with a flick of his wand.

The Dark Lord never minded the favor of his subordinates in such small matters.

Voldemort didn't kill her?

Lily's eyes widened as the Dark Lord raised his wand at Harry.

She threw herself in front of Harry, blocking the small pram, and couldn't help showing a pleading look.

As a mother at this moment, she could have nothing as long as Harry lived.

"Please, don't kill Harry, you kill me, don't kill Harry..."

Voldemort frowned, and swung Lily away again, but Lily jumped in front of him again, pleading with him.

Finally fidgeting, he swung a Killing Curse and finally pointed his wand at the baby without hindrance.

The little child was still drooling from the corner of his mouth, and tears were streaming from his eyes.

He stared intently at Lily's body, as if realizing something terrible had happened.

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips. Could this baby be his rival?

Possess powers unknown to the Dark Lord?

He just wanted to throw his head back and laugh.

Absurd, the Dark Lord is invincible!

Hmph, he wanted to see, after tonight, who would dare to question the power of the Dark Lord!

The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he uttered the spell that he couldn't wait for a long time, "Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, that ominous green light bounced back, covering him overwhelmingly.

The body seemed to be torn apart, Voldemort let out a terrible cry, turned into a black smoke and floated out of the room.

In a fit of rage, he almost tore the building down.

But his strength has already been lost, and his soul has become fragile, so he can only endure and leave first.

very good!

Harry Potter!

a baby!

Destroyed the Dark Lord? !

You are all waiting to bear the wrath of the Dark Lord! ! !

The cloud of black mist roared away.