[HP] Years Whisk

November 1991, Hogwarts, deep in the Forbidden Forest.

A cowering, panic-stricken rat poked its head out from behind a tall tree.

It sniffed the remaining blood in the air, then turned and ran under another tree.

Under another tree, a pure unicorn fell to the ground, howling.In front of it, a figure in a black robe cut its neck open with a magic wand, bit the wound with his mouth, and gulped down the silvery white blood of the unicorn.

The mouse ran to the man, and the man turned around vigilantly: "Who!" He asked viciously.

The mouse gradually grew in size, and finally turned into a wretched, squat man.He fell to his knees. "My great master, your most faithful servant has finally found you."

"What did you say? What master?" The man who drank the unicorn's blood did not immediately agree, but asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Quirrell!" However, a domineering and cold voice appeared in the back of his head, and the voice ordered: "Turn around! I'll tell him!"

"Yes, Lord." The man called Quirrell flinched with some fear, and turned his back obediently.He took off the hat of the black robe on his head, revealing the back of his head, there was actually a human face there!

"Peter Pettigrew." The human face narrowed its eyes dangerously, and the red eyes looked at the man kneeling in front of him with murderous intent. "How did you know I was here?"

The chunky man was thrilled by the murderous intent that seemed to be real, and he hurriedly said flatteringly: "Lord, I have always been your most loyal believer. Ever since you fell into that Potter's trick Since then, I have been looking for you. Until now, I finally found you."

Lord Voldemort let out an "Oh?" in disbelief

Peter Pettigrew excitedly continued to add: "Really, Lord, I am not the same as those scumbags! I really follow you! For this reason, I have been avoiding the pursuit of that pure-blood traitor all these years. Then Those who help the Ministry of Magic are so incompetent, they haven't imprisoned him in Azkaban for so many years, give him a dementor kiss..." He muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Shut up!" Voldemort yelled at him impatiently. "Let's just trust your loyalty." He grinned grimly, "However, you have to do one thing and prove it to me!"

"What, what?" Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly, obviously he didn't expect Voldemort to be so suspicious.

"I want you to go to that 'great' savior and get me a vial of blood." Voldemort said coldly, "I think you can handle this little thing."

Peter Pettigrew hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Voldemort's eyes gathering murderous intent again, he felt as if someone had stepped on his tail.He jumped to his feet, and assured him, "It's all right, Lord, I'll surely carry out your orders!"

Gryffindor's tower at Hogwarts, mid-December 1991.

Harry Potter felt some slight pain in his wrist during his sleep. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't get out of the blank dream like a nightmare.

Beside him, Lily watched anxiously as a mouse clawed open a vein in Harry's left wrist, then magically collected the blood into a crystal vial.She tried to stop it, but it was useless - as a spirit body, she couldn't touch the mouse, and then she focused slightly, sinking into Harry's dream.

"Harry, wake up! Wake up quickly!" She searched for Harry's figure in the vast dreamland.Finally, in the depths of the dream, I found him.

"Mom?" Harry looked at the visitor suspiciously, "Why are you acting so anxious today?"

"Wake up, Harry! That's Peter Pettigrew. He's taking your blood. He must be doing something bad. Listen! When you wake up, ignore the curfew and run to the headmaster immediately Room, go to Dumbledore for help." Lily said quickly and seriously.Concentrating the magic in her soul with her fingertips, she gave Harry a push and pushed him out of the dream.

However, no one noticed that when Lily used her magic power, her fingertips seemed to fade a little bit.

Harry woke up from the dream, he stood up suddenly, and shook the big mouse from his wrist.

When the mouse landed on the ground, it still did not forget to hook the crystal bottle on its tail and use its own body as a cushion to save the bottle from being broken.

Harry held down his bleeding wrist, glanced at the mouse that he threw on the ground, and wanted to question him about his betrayal of his parents, but he suddenly heard his mother's voice in his It sounded in my ear: "Quick! Harry, go find Dumbledore!"

So he jumped off the bed, didn't even put on socks, put on his slippers, and ran towards the principal's office.

Behind him, the mouse gradually turned into a short, fat, and somewhat bald man.

"Unfortunately, the amount is a bit small." He raised the crystal bottle in his hand and looked at the moonlight, "But at least there are some. The Lord will reward me well."

Harry was running quickly in the corridors of Hogwarts, and he was about to reach the floor of the headmaster's office!

But at this time, a figure appeared at the corner of the corridor leading to Dumbledore's room in front of him.

The figure walked very slowly, like a stiff living corpse.Gradually his face emerged from the shadows—that strange Professor Quirrell.

Harry hurriedly stopped his forward pace, "Professor! A bad guy has entered the Gryffindor Tower! Go and catch him!" He said, still walking in the direction of Dumbledore's room, It's just that the pace is not so fast.

"No! Harry! Stay away!" Suddenly, Lily's scream stopped him.

"Harry Potter." A low, hoarse voice sounded, but to Harry's horror, the Quirrell in front of him didn't actually open his mouth. "I have admired your name for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Following these words, the somewhat weird Quirrell gradually turned around, untied the thick and heavy scarves wrapped around his head, and revealed the ferocious face of Voldemort.

Shocked by this turn of events, Harry backed away step by step.Although he didn't know who the ugly 'monster' in front of him was, it didn't mean he couldn't sense the danger.

Voldemort watched Harry make what he regarded as a 'useless struggle', and he said slowly but ironically, "Harry Potter, I didn't expect you to be so weak when you grow up. Let me down. Anyway, I thought that the one who defeated me would at least be Dumbledore's old bee-level wizard." He watched Harry's footsteps suddenly stopped because of his words with satisfaction, viciously He grinned: "Maybe, you don't know who I am, do you? I am Lord Voldemort, the immortal dark lord."

"You are the enemy who killed my parents!" Harry looked at him angrily. He pulled out his wand, forgetting how far he was from Voldemort, and only wanted to avenge his parents.

"Yes. I am." Voldemort confessed, and he let out a maniacal laugh. "Your father, that fool! Knowing that he is no match for me, he still stands in my way like an annoying fly, so I can only send him to Met Merlin.

"It's a pity that he was still so innocent when he died. He smiled and looked at your villa until his body became stiff. Hahaha, did he think you could escape? So what if he defeated the Death Eaters under me before?" , in front of me, he is just an ant!

"Your mother, she didn't have to die. Since my dearest potions master was willing to submit to me for such a lowly woman, I originally planned to grant his humble begging. The Dark Lord has always They are all kind.

"But that Mudblood wanted more. She ignored my kindness, said she would never surrender to me and begged for mercy, and when I walked straight towards you, she jumped on me and tried to break my wand! Of course I put She kicked it hard. But that bitch, still had the strength to jump on me when I threw the Killing Curse at you, blocked most of the spell and cast the sacrifice magic! Made me only in you It was a shame that I was swallowed by that curse with a shallow scar on the top of my head.

"But! The great Dark Lord is immortal!" Voldemort said with a grin. "This time, I want to see, how can you survive my hand without the protection of your parents?"

"Harry, don't be afraid! Run! Don't touch him head-on! You're too young." Lily said loudly in the ear of Harry, who was staring at Voldemort with hatred.Regardless of the grief and hatred in her heart for hearing the details of James' death, she forced herself to calm down, and said to Harry quickly but clearly: "Run to the cellar! Find Severus! Ask him to protect you I didn't know he begged the devil for me before, and I guess he still has some regrets about our childhood friendship. So Harry, go to him. He is the most reliable person I can think of now .”

Harry gritted his teeth, glared at Voldemort, turned around and ran up the stairs on the other side.

Voldemort, however, watched his action calmly - because before Harry reached the stairs, he was bounced back by a magic shield - it seemed that Voldemort was already prepared!

"Go, Quirrell! I want you to break his neck with your own hands, right in front of me." Voldemort turned Quirrell around again, and walked towards Harry who was banging on the magic hood, "This time, I Let the whole world see what a 'scam' the so-called savior is!"

Quirrell stepped forward, blocking all of Harry's retreat.He raised his hands and grabbed Harry's neck, but when he just touched Harry's skin, his hands were burnt with blisters. "Master," he screamed, "I can't touch this man! He—" Before he could finish, Voldemort groaned behind him.

"Damn it! Quirrell, put your hands down! Use the Avada!" Voldemort yelled angrily, feeling the pain from the pair of arms of Quirrell to him like a knife cutting flesh.

"No! Master! I can't let go!" Quirrell watched in horror as his arm maintained this movement, gradually festering, and pieces of bloody flesh fell off his arm.

"Voldemort, get the hell out of here!" In front of Harry, where no one could see, Lily tightly held Quirrell's arm.No, what she can touch is actually Voldemort's arm, which is also the soul body: "I will never let you have the opportunity to hurt my child! Even if it is a tiny bit!" She used her own magic power as a The bond activated the protective magic on Harry, causing Quirrell's body to gradually fester, and Voldemort's soul to be devoured bit by bit.

But her figure is also getting lighter and lighter, so shallow that if Harry sees her again in his dream, he can see the opposite through her body.

Voldemort also keenly sensed that his soul was being swallowed by an unknown force.

He panicked a little, and hurriedly broke away from Quirrell's body before the force caused more damage, turned into a black shadow, broke the sound insulation barrier he had set up, and rushed out.

With the departure of his soul body, Quirrell's body seemed to be drained of vitality, and quickly became weak and aging visible to the naked eye.

"Now, go to Dumbledore!" Just when Harry was in shock and didn't know what to do next, Lily's weak voice rang in his ear

Harry quickly pulled himself together and ran upstairs to Dumbledore's office and lounge.

When Dumbledore opened the door of his headmaster's office in his pajamas, Harry wanted to say something to him, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he fell on him.