HP solves the mystery

Halloween is an important holiday for both wizards and Muggles.

The sweet aroma of roasted pumpkins fills the streets, cute jack-o-lanterns are hung everywhere, and adults also buy a lot of chocolate candies to take care of the troublemaking children.

There were many jack-o'-lanterns suspended in the coffee shop, and the customers all praised the owner's care in setting up the props. Ms. Brown dressed up as a sexy cat girl, and even Severus dressed up as a vampire for the occasion.

"How about we close early in the evening and go to the parade together?" Ms. Brown said, blowing on her red nails and flipping her hair.

The other two female clerks looked at Severus expectantly.

As a boss who does not exploit his employees, he nodded happily.

"Go home early in the evening, the children are waiting for the candies." Severus warned, and then went to find Zhang Mingyuan with the pastries.

Along the way, laughter and laughter continued to reach his ears. He looked at the children playing together in twos and threes, and the adults meeting for drinks, and sighed melancholy.

I wonder what the situation in the magic world is like, and whether the prophecy that comes as expected will take away the lives of innocent people like the original work?

It was night, the crowd gradually became noisy, and the warm yellow pumpkin lanterns illuminated the dim path.

Although there are not many wizards living in Godric's Hollow, in order to set off the Halloween atmosphere and gain some joy during the festival, some jack-o'-lanterns were also made.

With a crackling sound and a flash of white light, several black figures appeared out of thin air and smashed the lighting lamp with their hands.

"Sir, this is right here. Potter and his family live here..." A very flattering voice in the darkness guided the visitor, and a thin figure led the way.

The short figure was clearly Peter. After getting Sirius drunk in the bar and leaving him in the prepared room, he stepped in and participated in the action.

Voldemort waved his hand, and Lucius and the others who were following him dispersed to look for the lurking guards from the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix. Karkaroff, who was leading the way, was also dragged away by him.

Godric's Hollow was a little dim under the light of the moon, and the heels of leather shoes scraped against the stone slabs, making a soft clicking sound.

Through the night, Voldemort saw a house full of spells under the valley. The windows of the house were emitting warm light, and the not-so-thick curtains showed the figure of a woman holding a child.

His suspicious nature makes him always suspicious of other people's performance, so he always tries to find other people's hidden intentions.

In Voldemort's eyes, this seemingly harmless scene may have a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

"Peter." Voldemort called, tapping his fingertips on his wand.

Peter wisely took a step forward and unsurprisingly triggered the defensive spell around the house. He rang the doorbell and stepped aside to wait.

The laughter and laughter in the room faded away, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Who? Sirius, Peter, is it you? Why did you come back so early..." James' joyful eyes suddenly stopped when he saw the man in black robes outside the house, and there was hatred in his eyes, "Who sent you here? No, how do you know this place?!"

James was confused and angry. He reached for his waist but found nothing. He cursed that he had forgotten his wand in the living room.

"Mr. Potter, don't you want us to come in and sit down?" Peter lowered his voice, but his body had already squeezed in, and the wand in his hand was pressed against his waist.

James recognized Voldemort's iconic red eyes and silver mask through the light in the room, and his face became a little gloomy.

"Who brought you here?" He turned to the person holding the wand against him and asked in a low voice, "Jack? Hopps? Or...Sirius?" He said through gritted teeth, and finally spit out these names?

"Stop talking nonsense and be honest." Peter moved the wand in his hand, but did not answer his question.

James seemed to recognize the wand of the person in front of him, and walked into the living room with a smile.

The living room was decorated very warmly, and there were leftover baked pumpkin pie on the table, but the hostess was nowhere to be found.

"Hand over the child, and I won't kill you." Voldemort said gently to James, "You have also seen the prophecy. It will be better for everyone if you hand over the child to me..."

"Leave it to you? And then train him to become the next generation of Death Eaters? No matter if my child is Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, there is absolutely no way he will join you!" James interrupted Voldemort angrily, his eyes full of tears. disgust.

When the Death Eaters first rose, they would do anything to achieve their goals. He could remember how many wizards and Muggles they killed. Even if his reputation improved now, he could not change the names of those people, let alone if his children fell into their hands. Is there a way to survive?

Voldemort stared at him quietly, with a strange and complicated emotion in his red eyes.

James stared back without any sign of weakness, not afraid to hold his wand against him at all.

At this moment, there was a sound from upstairs, and the silver-gray deer jumped out of the window with light steps, which looked particularly dazzling in the dim night.

James knew that it was Lily's distress signal to the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, and he prayed in his heart that they could get it as soon as possible.

Peter glanced out the window uneasily, cheering himself up in his heart. Unless Dumbledore was present in person, no one could take away what Voldemort wanted.

"The fight between trapped beasts." Voldemort opened his lips and uttered a few words, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

It was obvious that his target was the child upstairs, not the stupid lion.

"Voldemort, I will not let you hurt my wife and children!" James spotted his wand out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly broke away from Peter's restraints and quickly picked up the wand placed in the woolen basket. "Shattered to pieces..." He pointed the tip of his wand at Voldemort, apparently blaming Voldemort for his parents' death.

Voldemort shrewdly avoided the attack of the killing curse, chanted the spell quickly, and disarmed the wand in James' hand.

"Watch him." Voldemort snorted. He would definitely kill Potter next time.

"Haha, coward." James spat in the direction of Voldemort, rolled over and picked up the wand before Peter could react, "Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort was a little angry. He just came to find a child, but he was constantly blocked.

"Lily, run! Lily!" He gave his final cry, and kept issuing the killing curse in his hand, trying to give Lily more time to hide.

In order to avenge his parents and prevent his children from falling into the hands of evil Death Eaters, he was very determined to kill. Green light emitted from the wand and shot at the man in black robe not far away.

Voldemort naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He counterattacked with the curse, and the green light he fired was far more powerful than James's.

The power of the two spells resisted each other, and finally there was a 'bang' sound. The glass windows of the house shattered, as if they were hit by a bomb. James' body flew into the air and fell heavily.

In almost a second, James's painful howl stopped, and he fell to the ground without making any sound.

"James, James!" Lily called her husband's name heartbrokenly. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she didn't dare to go downstairs to check. Harry in her arms didn't know what was going on, and just thought it was her mother playing with him. , smiling very happily.

Peter stared blankly at the corpse of his former friend. The heir to the Potter family, a young man he had known for seven years, died in the hands of Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at the corpse on the ground coldly, but his soul was trembling with excitement. He sighed, "Just hand over the child. I didn't want to kill you."

But now it is useless to say more, a human life has been lost.

He lifted his feet indifferently, stepped over the body and walked up the stairs.

Peter's body was trembling, but he had to keep up. He was more like a bystander than a participant at the moment. He was watching Voldemort's every move with his watery little eyes.

The room was eerily silent, and Lily only had time to hide Harry in the compartment when the door behind her was blasted open.

"Give me the child, Lily Potter. I don't want to have to do it again." Voldemort glanced around the room, but did not see the child, and his tone became impatient.

Lily thought of the book of spells given by Dumbledore and the terrible consequences of those things he said, and she refused to hand over the child in her heart.

"Give you the child? Why?" Lily spat on the ground, her eyes fixed on Voldemort's back. Seeing that there was no sign of her husband, she felt a little desperate for a moment, "Kill my parents (the old Potters), After killing my husband again, why do you think that I will give the child to you?" she said sarcastically.

"I can give him supreme honor and status, and lead him to the pinnacle of power..." Voldemort said calmly, "Soon, I will be the only king in the entire magical world, and he will undoubtedly be my mark. 'Enemies'..."

"If you don't hand him over to me, you are going against the entire Death Eaters... You don't want to be ostracized by the magical world, right?" He was half coaxing and half threatening, "Do you want to see more people lose their lives? For example, the Longbottom family...for example, your husband..."

Lily leaned against the compartment where Harry was hiding, looking out the window from the corner of her eye, and found that there was no movement. At this time, she was angered by what Voldemort said.

"Voldemort, go to hell! Go to hell! It's all because of you, the devil, and I have nothing left..." Lily glared angrily, pulled out the wand with the hand behind her back, and roared with tears, "James , I will avenge you!" Stimulated by James's death, and being in a predicament with no one to rescue her, her reason completely collapsed, "Avada...Avada Kedavra!!"

The room was filled with green light, and a woman's scream rang out in the dark night, frightening those who heard it.

When Peter recovered from his trance and walked up the stairs, what he saw was the mess in the room and Lily's body lying on the ground. Voldemort and the child Harry were missing, but there was a wand lying on the ground.

Peter was very panicked and heard the rough voice of a man not far away. He recognized it as Hagrid, a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

He picked up the wand left on the ground. Anyway, let's get out of here now.

When the Aurors arrived, they found nothing but the bodies of the Potters.

They discovered little Harry because he used life detection magic, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to find the compartment filled with defensive spells.

Voldemort's chaotic memory remained when he cast the death curse on the red-haired witch. At this moment, he was wandering around London like a wandering ghost.

He seemed to be looking for something, wanting to return to Nagini. The white snake could protect him and take him to a safe place.

The soul was exposed in the air, and an indescribable, cold pain like a knife spread throughout the body, eroding the weak soul.

He felt that his consciousness was completely submerged and he could not think about anything. He just wanted to find a warm place to rest.

Suddenly, as if Voldemort sensed something, he quickly leaned down and rushed towards somewhere.

The basilisk was lying leisurely on Severus' shoulder. The snake's tail flicked, and the next second it seemed to have touched something. With a snap, the tail froze in mid-air.

[Sev, Severus... look if there is anything behind my tail...] ​​The basilisk stuttered as he remembered the horror movie he watched last night.

Severus pulled out the basilisk hiding in his hair and shook it by its tail to verify that there was nothing on its tail.

[Hahaha, okay, my tail was a little bit cold just now, I thought there was a ghost...] The basilisk replied in a daze, but refused to lie on his shoulders and went to Severus instead. Breast pocket.

"There are so many ghosts in Hogwarts, and you are not afraid?" Severus asked speechlessly. If he saw the python disaster, wouldn't this basilisk go to the Amazon to find his relatives?

[That's different, hiss, who knew Muggle movies were so scary...] The basilisk said aggrievedly that the ghosts in Hogwarts were still very cute in comparison.

Severus shrugged and continued walking towards the block where the Halloween parade was. Today was considered a day for wizards to come out for carnival.

He had just walked a few steps when he heard several cats meowing from the alley, which was a bit scary in the silent night.

Severus guessed that the wild cat might have been bullied by other cats, but after listening carefully, it was the wail of a young cat.

[Sev, come over and take a look? I feel that the cat's vital signs are weakening...] The basilisk revealed its head and spat words into the alley.

"Yes." Severus responded in a low voice, held the wand and said 'luminescent flash', then walked in holding the light source.

There was a garbage dump in the alley, and the kitten's meow came from inside. It seemed to know that someone was coming and that it deserved to die, so it meowed even more vigorously.

The kitten looked to be only one month old. It was curled up in a dilapidated cardboard box. It was completely black. Under the bright light, only its red cat pupils could be seen.

Severus saw the color of its coat and knew why it had been abandoned.

Most Westerners don't like black cats, thinking that black cats are unlucky and will bring bad luck; and black cats are also regarded as witches' pets.

At this time, the kitten's moist eyes were staring at the person in front of him. When he saw that he was indifferent, he twitched his ears and tilted his furry head to look cute.

Severus looked at the cute kitten, moved his fingers, and picked it up after hesitation.

The cat was very small and thin, no bigger than his hand. It shivered coldly after leaving the windproof cardboard box.

Severus felt the drop in its temperature through the broken fur with his fingertips. He took off his cloak and wrapped the kitten up. He also took out his wand and cast a warming spell, and the kitten stopped shivering so much.

[Hiss, Severus, are we still going to the parade? 】The basilisk glanced at the weak little kitten and asked about the next trip.

"First go to a pet hospital and check the kitten's health." He tapped the cat's head with his index finger, which received a friendly nuzzle from the kitten. "You may have an extra partner in the future."

The basilisk shook its head inexplicably and got back into its pocket.

There are many people on the Halloween street, and some shops close early.

Severus searched for several blocks before he found an open pet hospital. When they saw the little black cat, they were too disgusted to treat it.

Severus reluctantly doubled the price, and the doctor in the store reluctantly touched the little black cat.

Fortunately, the result was good. Apart from being very thin, the little black cat did not suffer any injuries. It was probably just dumped in the trash can today.

After struggling for an hour, Severus returned home with some kitten supplies, unaware that a big change had occurred in the magical world.

The drunken Sirius was found by Lupine in the hotel room. In the coldest time of midnight, he told his friends this tragic incident with a heavy face.

The clever Sirius immediately guessed the person who leaked the address of Potter's house. He didn't have time to say anything to Lupin, and took his wand and went after the traitor.