As Willow Springs burst out of the fireplace and rushed all the way to the house in Godric's Hollow, he had barely stood his feet when he realized that he had arrived too late.

There were also terrifying green markers wafting in the sky - a snake crawling out of the gaping mouth of a skull. Almost instantaneously, she drew her wand and held it tightly in her hand, the hairs on her body standing on end with vigilance and some kind of deep fear.

There seemed to be a thin white mist wafting around the house, like smoke from a burning fire that swirled over the ruins. It was a breath of death, cold, ominous, and suffocating.

Liu Quan looked around, but there was no one.

It has to be said that Voldemort made an excellent plan, and almost all the members of the Order of the Phoenix were dragged elsewhere tonight, attacking in all directions, exhausted, and even Sirius Black was not able to arrive here in time to help defend himself.

But they can't be blamed entirely for this - no one could have imagined Peter Pedirou's betrayal in advance. Or maybe someone would think of it—Peter's timid and timid look would really cause concern at some point—but the house's owner, James Potter, insisted that he be kept a secret out of his Gryffindor's bravery and his righteousness toward his friends.

Willow Springs found it hard to believe that even if they had to change the secret in order to win by surprise, why didn't they make the secret Remus Lupin! Could a good friend who was quickly impoverished by unemployment after graduation, and who was snubbed and ostracized everywhere because of his werewolf status, not deserve the trust and trust of James or Siris? Why should they think that Peter deserved the support of his friends more than Lupin?

But now that all of this is to no avail, the Dark Mark is still floating in the night sky, and Voldemort doesn't know if he is still in the house, and now she is faced with a big choice: with the situation inside the house unknown, should she hide and wait for the army to arrive, or go straight into the house and risk being struck by Voldemort Arvada?

Liu Quan's left hand reached into his pocket and touched a cold metal object. The object is covered by a handkerchief so that the person reaching in does not immediately touch the object.

It was a keychain in the shape of a lily, and it was also a doorkey. The key to the door to Evans' house.

Liu Quan loosened the handkerchief wrapped around the keychain, and his left hand was held up in the pocket of his coat, not directly touching the surface of the keychain for the time being. She cautiously walked to the Potter house, through the wide open front door, intending to activate the portkey and escape as soon as she saw Voldemort.

She leaned against the wall and slowly walked through the door. The living room was a mess, the furniture and furnishings were staggered, some of them shattered, apparently the magic spells flying around in the fierce battle just now were more destructive than expected.

The first floor was empty, and she stood in the living room, but she couldn't hear a single sound coming from the whole house. The house, almost destroyed by the spell, was like a dead tomb. The question is only how many people are buried in this tomb.

Liu Quan found the staircase, stood there, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the man who had fallen on his back at the top of the stairs. Standing downstairs from this angle allowed her to see the man's face, only his calves and feet. Liu Quan could understand at a glance that the man was dead. He lay there motionless, with no blood coming out of his body.

He was in the Avada Spell.

Liu Quan felt in a trance. She had to stand against the wall on one side of the staircase, groping slowly, slowly moving her legs, which seemed to be stiff, step by step, against the wall, and struggling to climb the stairs.

Little by little, she approached the man, and his lifeless body gradually revealed to her. Finally, when she had reached the top of the stairs after walking the last step of the stairs, she finally saw the man's face.

Although she already knew who this man was, and knew that his fate was destined to be like this, she still couldn't help but let out a convulsive breath of surprise and grief the moment she confirmed his death with her own eyes.

The boy who had chased after her, always doing reckless, clumsy, and aggressive things, and was relentless in his desire to win the favor of Lily Evans, was now lying quietly on his back on the floor of the second floor.

There was not a trace of blood underneath his body, and if he hadn't opened his hazel eyes, he looked as if he had fallen asleep. His black, always unkempt hair was still the same, but he didn't hold his 11-inch-long, flexible mahogany wand in his right hand.

Liu Quan couldn't remember such a small detail anymore - in fact, she may have never paid attention to such a detail in the original book before - but the discovery still made Liu Quan's eyes widen slightly. She stared at the empty, bloodless, white right hand, which had its fingers slightly outstretched, as if to do so would give her a temporary reason not to look at his lifeless face—and for a moment could not tell for a moment whether it was wonder, sorrow, pain, or exclamation that welled up in her heart and eyes.

For a moment, her mind flashed back to many images of him. The memories were good and bad, the images of them laughing together, the images of her yelling at him in a fit of rage, but it all boiled down to a scene where James pointed to shredded potatoes from her secret potions practice and complained to his best friends at dinner at the same long table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

At that time, he was so young. Young and dashing, adventurous, high-spirited, and laughing......

She hesitated, crouched down beside her former classmates, friends, and suitors, and drew closer to his soulless shell, muttering softly, "Where's your wand, Pointed Fork?"

Then the whisper, which was as soft as silence, seemed to break through the last shred of strength she had used to disguise herself, and tears fell from her eyes. For a moment she seemed to feel the urge to reach out and touch James Potter's lifeless body with her eyes closed, as if in vain hope that none of this was true, but she quickly and stubbornly pulled back her sanity and stopped her rash actions.

Her left hand had been pulled out of her pocket, and now it was dangling above James Potter's pale face, and it suddenly clenched into a fist.

Actually, what she really wants to ask is, Pointed Fork, why do you trust someone who is not worthy of your trust.

Why don't you take your wife and son and go far away? Maybe you'll still die in a fight against the Death Eaters by an Auror or a member of the Order of the Phoenix in the future, but at least don't let your son become a fatherless orphan all at once, don't give him a chance to become a Horcrux for Voldemort, don't let him grow to the age of seventeen, and lose more of the people he loves, dearest, and can protect him, and then send him to his own death—

In fact, she also knew that if he did anything she wanted to question him, he would not be the Prince of Gryffindor, James Potter.

The real James Potter is so reckless and enthusiastic that he easily trusts his perceived friends, defends them at all costs, and always rushes to the forefront of the fight against darkness, as if he had never cherished his own life, and that he could have ventured for the light that would come.

Although she had never loved James Potter since she became Lily Evans, and she had never been moved by his immature, clumsy and impulsive tricks and pursuits, she could not help but feel sad and sad when she saw that he had left this lively and noisy world forever, and felt as if she had lost a good, old friend.

It was only now that she felt that perhaps she had subconsciously accepted a part of his friendship—a part that contained no love, only the warmth and sincerity with which he treated his friends.

They still worked together in the Order of the Phoenix after graduation, and although they did not have the experience of working together on several missions, they were always able to greet each other in a friendly manner when the Order of the Phoenix was in session, and stood together to talk about their recent situation and what they had encountered.

Although life no longer intersects much, she always vaguely hopes that the teenagers who have recklessly forced their appearances in her school career, and who occupy a lot of her mind to take seriously (even if she just takes it seriously and clean up the mess they have caused), can live in peace and vitality forever.

Even if she knew the end, she would never have expected to witness his death so abruptly one day.

She snapped her eyes shut and took several deep breaths in quick succession, trying to control her emotions. Then she opened her eyes again, as if she had thought of something, and slowly stood up, carefully bypassing James as she held her breath, and continued down the smoke-filled, almost destroyed hallway by the spell, toward the bedroom upstairs.

A faint cry came from the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Liu Quan didn't have to go to the door to know who the crying person was. This realization tore her heart apart for a moment, and for the first time she experienced the emotion of despair very truly—

Perhaps the world has had a butterfly effect because of her accession, and even Severus Snape, the most affectionate in the original book, so easily empathized and fell in love with Berriel Fergton. She didn't know when it all happened or how it happened, but she knew now, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how sincere, even with a face he once loved so deeply.

He hated her deception, spit on her lies, and wished that his soul could go to hell. He would rather turn to someone else than make a false statement to her, maybe the system bacteria of the second middle school gave her an impossible task.

Liu Quan finally walked to the bedroom door. At a glance, she could see the whole situation in the bedroom.