if i am not me

James fell to the ground.

The Death Eaters hit him mercilessly.

But what really defeated him was the child's face in his mind.

Harry...?

Harry.

It's Harry!

It's his son!

His long-dead son...

Endless remorse and despair hit James' brain fiercely like breaking through a certain cage that imprisoned it, which made him feel dizzy at the same time.

He fell to the ground as if he couldn't control his body, and without any warning, his opponent was taken aback.

"Protego (armor protection)!" Just as an Avada Kedavra was about to hit James, another spell flew to him first, avoiding the fatal blow for him.

Then Sirius, who had been wandering in the center of the battlefield, rushed over in time, wrestled with James' opponent, and protected the unconscious James behind him.

But right in the middle of the battlefield, the battle situation in just a few seconds is another scene.

The battles between masters often change rapidly, let alone the battles at the level of Dumbledore, Grinwald and Riddle.

So when Dumbledore noticed James' situation and came to the rescue, Riddle took the opportunity.

He took advantage of Dumbledore's oversight with incomparable precision.When Dumbledore was defending others against James' attack, he was also locked by Riddle.

unavoidable.

Do you want to ask Dumbledore to regret it?

In an instant, he couldn't think of so much, but his body's instincts had already made the choice for him.

He was never afraid of death, what he worried about was the impact of his own death.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like just a second.

The imaginary death did not come.

When Dumbledore came back to his senses, what brushed his eyelids was the scene of the old and thin but still tall figure falling down.

The clothes were dirty, not at all as delicate and elegant as when he was young.His strong muscles have been tortured by these years of prison life, and his hair is even more unsightly.

Only those eyes, smiling like they did when they first met....

Although it didn't kill Dumbledore, killing Grinwald was enough to make Riddle excited. This thrill reached its peak when he saw the pain flash across Dumbledore's face.

"Aha! What a wonderful scene!"

"Your defeated opponent is actually willing to die for you because of you, an old opponent who has spent decades in a dark, damp and never-sunning cell!" It has to be said that Greenwald's actions also made Riddle Very puzzled, which even made him hold back from continuing to attack. "What spell did you cast on him?"

He didn't believe in Dumbledore's damn theory of "love", so he was afraid and curious about the magic that Dumbledore cast on this matter-it can make your dead enemy die for you, its power can be seen in all directions.

Of course there was no answer.

At this moment, Dumbledore could no longer hear what he was saying.Suddenly, he seemed to be back in Godric's Hollow.

"Hi! My name is Gellert Greenwald, how about you?"

I... my name is Albus...

Then there was Mariana looking at him timidly but still attached, it was the passionate discussion with Gellert, it was Aberforth's roar of dissatisfaction, it was the chaotic dispute...

In an instant, he came to the duel with Gellert again, saw him put down his wand and bowed his head, and saw him become the "greatest wizard of this century" praised by everyone...

It was little Tom Riddle who was looking at the wand in his hand frantically, and the greed in it was obvious at a glance.

It was James and Lily, who were already crazy, and Snape, who was heartbroken, in the shattered house.

Then?

And then there's James' growl...

"Harry!"

The name woke him up from contemplation, and he never trusted his intuition so firmly for a moment.

Everyone praised him and praised him as if he were really a saint.

No, no!

Only he himself knows that he is a hypocritical, selfish but extremely lucky person. God has given him a lot of hardships, but he has favored him even more.

He has lived too long...

"Stop pretending to be deaf and dumb, old man!" Riddle, who didn't get an answer, was obviously very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's behavior of ignoring him, with viciousness in his long and narrow eyes.

"You won't understand." Dumbledore finally stopped being silent. On the contrary, he seemed to have a firm belief, which made him look a little different from before.

"There's nothing I don't know!" Dumbledore's answer aroused Riddle's anger.

Again!It was like this when I was still at Hogwarts. The look that I know everything but you don't makes him sick!

And Dumbledore obviously didn't want to continue answering his questions.

"Harry Potter?" He seemed to just open his mouth slightly, but miraculously, Harry, who was more than ten meters away from him, heard his voice very clearly.

And the name he uttered made Harry freeze in place in shock.

Dumbledore couldn't see Harry, after all the Potters' Invisibility Cloak could hide anything it wanted.

But he knew Harry could hear him.

"Listen, boy, I need your help just as you helped Neville."

"We don't have much time, but you'll need to buy me some time with your holly wand. I'm sure you'll have it with you, won't you?"

Harry numbly took out the holly wand that he carried with him from his pocket, his mind was in a mess.

All kinds of thoughts drilled into his head like cannonballs. He didn't understand why Dumbledore knew his secret at all, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore chose to expose him on this occasion, let alone why Dumbledore Ask him for help.

As if knowing Harry's question, Dumbledore's voice rang in Harry's ear again.

"Trust me once!"

Believe?

How can he believe it! ?

Hiding under the invisibility cloak, Harry's face was still blank, and his fingers tightened subconsciously.

Isn't the lesson from his previous life not enough?

"Trust me!" Dumbledore's voice rang in his ears again, this time with a little more helplessness in his tone, "The requirements I know are too strict for a child."

"Hit Riddle with a holly wand if you want...I need thirty seconds..."