Harry was taken aback by Sirius's words. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't expect that his father had actually duel with Gryffindor in an illusion, and although he lost in the end, it was also remarkable.

The opponent is the powerful Gryffindor, and not every wizard is qualified to challenge, which in itself is a recognition of his father's strength.

He took a few steps forward to the top of the black stone platform, feeling his legs tremble.

Beside him, the centaur Margery looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of impatience in his expression.

The old centaur elder retreated into the shadows completely, silent.

Harry took a deep breath, ready to take on the challenge.

He didn't look back at everyone's encouraging eyes, but clenched his fists and kept whispering to himself not to be afraid, and not to back down no matter what he saw in the vision.

Maybe he could have a duel with Gryffindor like his father did, or face countless eight-eyed spiders and Dementors like Ron did. None of this was a problem, but if you were to be tested for magical knowledge like Hermione, it wasn't what you were good at.

Harry was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had entered an illusion.

It was still late at night, and the stars in the night sky hadn't changed much.

A cold wind blew, and Harry shivered.

He tugged at his robe and found himself standing on a dark street.

It wasn't Hogwarts or Privet Road, he was sure he had never been to this place before, but there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"Fluorescent flickering!" Harry pulled his wand out, looking around warily.

He was standing in a small alley, with large, dilapidated houses on both sides of the narrow alley, all dark and unlit, not even a sound.

Not far ahead is a small square, which is the center of this small village.

Harry walked slowly, the cold night wind pricking his cheeks like pins, passing more houses along the way, all of them dark and uninhabited.

Closer to the square, Harry saw a large statue of a wizard in the center, with his wand held in front of him in his left hand, and a rare silver sword in his right hand, which was similar to the Gryffindor described by Evan and Hermione, perhaps it was himself.

As he looked at the statue, there was a sudden sound of fighting and a woman's hoarse cry from inside a house in front of him.

Harry hurriedly looked up, and he saw that the door of the house was open, and a room on the second floor was lit by a faint candlelight, which stood out in the darkness.

His heart was beating so hard that it almost hit his throat.

Not surprisingly, the test he was about to face was in this house, he didn't know what was waiting for him, and the darkness around him was extremely oppressive.

"Is anyone there?" Harry shouted as he ran to the door, "who's in there?"

No one responded to him, and the hall on the first floor was in shambles, apparently having just experienced a tragic duel, and someone had broken into the room from the outside.

Harry took a few steps inside, stopping abruptly in front of the fireplace. He looked at a photo in disbelief, which showed his parents, his mother holding a baby in her arms, with a happy smile on her face.

Harry finally knew what this was, this was his home.

"This is Godric's Hollow, this is my home, this is where I was born!" Harry's heart almost stopped, and he couldn't believe what was happening before him.

He even forgot that this was an illusion created by Gryffindor, and there was only one thought in his mind, that he was going home, back to the place that had once been his home.

If it weren't for Voldemort, he would have grown up here and spent every holiday.

He would invite friends over to the house to play, and maybe even have younger siblings, and his mom would make him a birthday cake instead of celebrating alone.

Harry wiped away the tears that had suddenly welled up in his eyes, something he had imagined more than once when he had looked at old photos of his parents. Just as he was about to take a closer look, there was a woman's scream and pleading from upstairs, the same voice he had heard when he encountered the Dementors, it was his mother's shout.

Harry finally understood that this was the night Voldemort broke into his house, and that a life-threatening tragedy was about to happen.

Without hesitation, he frantically rushed towards the second floor.

Harry knew he had to hurry, he wanted to meet his parents, and if fast enough, he could even save them from Voldemort.

With all his strength, he clutched the wand in his hand tightly. Harry gasped and climbed the stairs, and then he saw a man with a black hood standing at the top of the stairs smiling cruelly.

At his feet, the figures of a man and a woman lay down.

In the corner of the room, there was a small crib, in which a child was crying weakly.

"No!" Harry shouted, knowing that the two men on the ground were his parents, they were dead, they were killed by Voldemort!

Soon, it's going to be your turn.

"Remove your weapons!" Harry shouted, rushing forward in spite of the crowd.

Voldemort flickered past Harry's spell, and with a quick swing of his wand, a turquoise light struck Harry as he pounced.

Harry fell, he didn't know what kind of magic Voldemort had cast on him, it seemed to be a petrification spell, he couldn't control his body, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.

He saw his father lying in a pool of blood, and his empty eyes were full of unwillingness.

His father's right hand pressed forward, as if trying to hold his mother's hand before he died, but it hung down on the floor.

Harry tried to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch Voldemort step by step towards his infant self, a cold voice, and then a flash of dark green light.

Voldemort let out a tearing scream, his evil spell bounced back and knocked him down, and he fled through the window in a puff of black smoke.

Harry was crying so hard that he felt a heart-piercing pain from the scar on his forehead, and the world in front of him was rapidly shattering.

He knew he was about to leave here and return to reality, and he tried to see his parents one last time.

"You failed, and although you were courageous, you couldn't overcome yourself. Remember, the last enemy to be eliminated is death!"

A magnetic male voice rang out from the void, the last thing Harry remembered, he didn't understand the meaning of the words at all.

Harry was still reeling from the great grief of his parents' deaths, as well as his hatred for Voldemort.

By the time he regained consciousness and had returned to the centaur temple, he was lying on the black platform, silently holding back tears. (To be continued.) )