Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"kill!"

"Come on, avenge your dead comrades."

"Rise for the goblin, kill!"

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"Avada Kedavra!"

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"Woo, mom, where is mom?"

"It's so dark and cold, I'm scared."

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Endless darkness and blood are intertwined, with blood flowing everywhere, pale bones, painful wails and desperate struggles.

These nightmare scenes made Harry collapse for a time.

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

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

Maintain the last trace of clarity in his heart.

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

Despite this, he was immersed in the darkness alone, killing every goblin with empathy, seeing their begging for mercy, and hearing their wails.

The initial fear and pity gradually turned into indifference.

It seems that he is not averse to killing.

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

He began to long for blood and darkness.

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

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

A wonderful feast about magic and killing. It seems that there is some truth about killing here.

Simply looking at him was no longer enough.

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

he thinks

Buzz!

The golden light deep in his soul emerged again, and the familiar warmth gradually enveloped Harry's soul.

Traces of black and red mist were gradually expelled.

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

He clearly remembered what he had just thought.

Not only was he afraid of the nightmare in front of him, he was even more afraid of his indifferent self.

"Wow, mom, I miss you"

Feeling the familiar warmth, tears seemed to start flowing out of the teenage Harry's eyes. He missed his mother, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Hogwarts. Think of everything.

Oh, and Professor Lockhart, who always encouraged him.

However, good times are always short-lived.

When mother Lily's magic expels a certain amount of soul pollution, she seems to feel 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 passed away, and darkness and blood descended again.

Another reincarnation is coming.

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

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

The blood gradually entered Harry's soul.

The originally bright eyes were also stained with a touch of black.

Harry, who was frightened, gradually began to laugh, and his laughter became louder and louder.

"Quack quack"

"Kill, kill everything, indulge in killing, in killing"

"Fairies, all deserve to die."

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Buzz!

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that Harry's situation had reached a critical moment again.

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

It washed away, taking away wisps of black and red stains.

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

"Mom, Dad"

Harry was desperate, helpless in such a dark world.

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

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

And the wizard he trusted most and whom he considered the most powerful, Principal Dumbledore, did not appear 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 woman held hands, always looking at themselves with warm and firm eyes, encouraging themselves.

This is dad, mom.

Harry was very confident in his heart and had no doubts at all.

"help me."

"Dad, Mom"

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Harry sobbed quietly, his tone low, as if he was praying in a desperate situation.

However.

It seemed that some kind of danger was intensifying, and the golden light gradually faded away again.

Feel the familiar scent disappear again.

Harry started shouting as if he had grasped the last straw.

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

"Mom, dad, no."

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Harry's call seemed to alarm some beings.

Darkness and blood gradually came over him, and crazy and dark thoughts appeared in Harry's mind again.

This time, he seemed to want relief.

Reincarnation again and again, it's so painful.

Life, no life!

Death, death or death!

The feeling of life is worse than death, and it is better to return to silence and the great death.

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

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

The thoughts have never been so strong, and the emotions of darkness and murder 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 a certain direction.

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

Harry didn't make any move, the space was changing, the darkness and blood 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 forward, his eyes were faintly black, indifferent, cold, and seemed to be without any emotion.

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

A faint golden light wrapped around a black crystal.

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

On the surface of the crystal, faint golden threads intertwined with each other, forming a large golden net that enveloped it and filtered the black and red mist.

But because there is too much mist, the amount of purification that can be achieved is minimal.

At the same time, every time the black crystal trembled and seemed ready to move away.

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

Focusing on the black crystal that imprisoned it, or the Horcrux fragment.

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

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

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

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 sound was vaguely heard.

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

but

Maybe the pollution in his soul had reached such a deep level that Harry couldn't control himself at all.

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

For him, death and self-destruction are the ways to escape.

Buzz!

The magic of love originated from Lily sacrificing her 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 burst out in all directions.

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

"Harry, Harry"

"Wake up, wake up, don't let the darkness swallow your soul."

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A gentle female voice sounded. After Harry heard it, his body trembled, and the black fog in his eyes seemed to begin to dissipate.

"Mother."

A low moan sounded, and for some reason, a faint cry was heard, mixed with rich sadness.

Just hearing the sound makes people feel pity and heartache.

However.

It seemed that something bad had happened.

The Horcrux fragments were constantly trembling, as if 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 then turned back to look at Harry, who was covered in black mist.

They looked at each other, and a trace of determination flashed in their eyes.

Immediately

Buzz!

Golden light bloomed again, but this time, the golden threads began to collapse, and wisps of golden mist enveloped the black crystal, driving away all abnormal soul pollution around it.

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

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

Holding hands, they gradually walked toward the black crystal, the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

Every few steps he took, he turned his head to look at Harry who was still motionless and struggling in the distance.

His eyes were filled with care and longing.

As they got closer to the Horcrux fragments, the figures became more and more unreal.

The Horcrux fragments seemed to feel some kind of fatal danger, struggling hard, but they were all imprisoned.

"no, do not want."

Harry cried into the distance and ran towards them.

Thanks to his parents' efforts, he returned to normal again.

However, he was very aware of what was happening before him.

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

Although Harry kept running forward, for some reason, the distance between his mother's transparent figure and him did not seem to change, and even grew longer and longer.

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

Being able to see your deceased parents is an extremely lucky thing.

However, watching them choose death again to protect themselves.

The excitement this gave Harry was no less exciting.

"No, mom, dad, no."

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Run, run, keep running forward.

Shout, shout, keep shouting.

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

They took firm steps towards Voldemort's Horcrux fragments.

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

At this moment, they continued to collide and combine, emitting warm and dazzling golden light.

It seems to be leaving a final swan song.

call! call! call!

Lily and Potter walked up to the Horcrux fragments.

After a moment of 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.

He seemed to feel sorry for everything Harry had gone through over the years.

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

Pity was replaced by determination.

They were originally dead people, using their last soul marks to protect their sons.

This is good enough.

Buzz!

Lily held her husband Potter with her left hand, raised her right hand at the same time, and slowly touched forward.

And so does Porter.

Buzz!

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

Rich black and red energy began to erupt to resist.

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

At the same time, the two soul phantoms bloomed with golden light and began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Harry ran as hard as he could, as if he knew this might be the last time he saw his parents.

Before his palms even touched him, the cold, dark air and crazy murderous intent began to spread.

The whole body bloomed as if on fire, and the golden flame began to burn everything.

Like the final act of madness, this golden flame wrapped around the Horcrux fragments.

Purify and block all the other party's back tricks.

The two of them looked at the Horcrux fragments wrapped in golden flames, their faces showing determination.

Then, the two of them prepared to step forward 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 dull male voice sounded, and Lily and Potter suddenly raised their heads and stared at the other side.

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

"Lockhart." Lily called softly: "Why did you come in?"

Then, he seemed to come to his senses and asked eagerly: "Can you solve Harry's current problem?"

Potter, who was on the first set, also said eagerly: "Lockhart, what is the situation outside?"

"Where's Headmaster Dumbledore?"

The two of them were hidden deep in Harry's soul, sometimes waking up and sometimes falling 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 but close connection between the Horcrux and the Soul Zone, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

It can be used as a reference in the dream world.

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

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

"The professors at Hogwarts are helpless in dealing with Harry's current state."

"Come to me and solve the problem."

Lockhart said calmly, his eyes still looking at the Horcrux fragments below.

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

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

Then, he glanced at Harry, who was still running forward not far away, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then set his sights on Lily.

"Long time no see, Lily."

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

Hearing this, Lily and Potter both laughed bitterly.

"We are already dead, so what kind of status can we talk about?" Potter said bitterly.

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

Hearing this, the two of them looked up suddenly, as if there was another meaning in Lockhart's words.

"Lily, I am entrusted by Snape."

"Help you resurrect!"