"What is this?"

Harry stepped back in some horror, looking at a sharply twisted figure that had emerged from Bathilda's limp body.

The pitch-black unidentified objects were like liquids, dripping down on Bathilda's body and vanishing.

Rather than like something coming out of it, Harry felt more like a spring in front of him.

Will the Sword of Gryffindor emerge from Bathilda's body?

Involuntarily, Harry snorted, the cold touch made every pore of Harry open, and on closer inspection, a black mist wound around Harry's body at some point.

Harry took a sharp step back, but it was like a signal.

The black fountain continued to bulge outward, and then under the gaze of Van Lin and Harry, it turned blood red almost instantly, and a thick smell of blood mixed with the smell of corruption in the room rushed into the nostrils of the two of them in an instant.

Then, without warning, a blood-red python sprang out of the fountain, as if it had sucked all of Bathilda's power out in an instant, and it was visible to the naked eye that Bathilda's body was shriveled down like a punctured ball.

Before he had time to think about it, Fan Lin rushed out almost the moment the python moved, and a white shadow flashed between them, and Fan Lin's claws slapped heavily on the head of the blood-red python.

However, it turns out that although the Animagus in the form of a cat has strengthened the speed and strength of Van Lin, due to the limitations of his own species, the Animagus state has brought more of an increase in speed, reaction, and agility to Van Lin, which is ......

Felines never bother with pythons, do they, especially at the moment, when they don't look like serious pythons.

The moment of contact, the detection from the spirit suddenly became alarmed, and he didn't see how much damage he had caused, the blood-red python was only slightly blocked, and then, its tail was whipped on Fan Lin's body like a whip.

If I want to describe it, it felt like being hit by a car moving at high speed, without the slightest resistance, and with the pain, Van Lin slammed into the wall on the left side of the house at a faster speed.

"Van Lin!" Harry shouted, trying to rush out, but the anaconda incarnated by Bathilda didn't give Harry this chance, its head shook, and then continued to charge towards Harry with its mouth open.

Harry held his wand in his hand, but he had barely raised it when it was bitten by a snake, a powerful bite on his forearm that sent his wand flying off his hand to the ceiling.

The spinning wand glowed the room dizzyingly, and then with a pop, the light went out.

Darkness once again enveloped the small space, and it was even more pure than before, completely dark, without a trace of light.

Then, instead of attacking Vanlin, the python's tail swept across Harry's abdomen, almost making it impossible for Harry to breathe, and immediately, Harry knew what kind of blow Vanlin had just suffered, and Harry felt like his ribs had been broken.

Harry lost his balance with a tremendous force, throwing his body uncontrollably into the air, making a loud noise in friendly contact with the wall, and then he fell to the table full of clothes, planted headlong inside the filthy clothes......

However, the python did not stop attacking.

Fighting through the pain, Harry struggled to keep himself from fainting, rolling to the side of the table, barely avoiding the snake's tail that brushed back again, and when Harry landed, the shards of glass fell like rain.

"Get out of here!" In a blur, Harry heard Van Lin's roar, and then, a handful of something that he didn't know if it was blood or some liquid splashed on his face, mixed with the warm liquid in his nostrils, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

The violent magic shock caused the room to regain light for a short time, and the python finally broke away from Bathilda's body and flew out, and now there was nothing to be found on the ground except for Bathilda's clothes.

Van Lin covered his abdomen with one hand, the damn python almost broke his vertebrae just now, if it weren't for the bones of Van Lin's body mixed with chains of unknown material, Van Lin had no doubt that he would be killed on the spot in the Animagus form.

But it wasn't much better, as Van Lin felt a crack in his bones, his internal organs seemed to be churned together, and a long wooden thorn pierced his lower abdomen from the side......

As if hearing movement upstairs, Hermione shouted the names of the two men and rushed upstairs.

Van Lin barely had time to breathe in enough air to answer Hermione's shouts, and the blood-red python saw that he had come into contact with the Animagus form and immediately gave up on Harry's pursuit.

Before he could see clearly, in the state of lack of oxygen in the brain, Van Lin could hardly judge.

Suddenly, a heavy, slippery object slammed Fan Lin to the floor and slid vigorously over his body, and then, the cold body of the giant python wrapped around Fan Lin's body, and the blood-red skin made a corrosive sound when it came into contact with the magic cloak on Fan Lin's body.

"No!" Van Lin said as he gasped hard, now feeling his ribcage squeezing together.

"Hah...... Harry ......" Van Lin whispered, but Harry didn't seem to hear it, in the darkness, Harry fumbled with his wand to help Van Lin, but Harry barely had the strength to stand up.

"Wand...... The wand flew ......"

Mixed with gasps, like a bellows, the ribs seemed to pierce the lobes of Harry's lungs.

Sadly, however, nothing happened, Harry's mind could not focus, and the spell failed.

"Come on...... Help ......" Van Lin said with difficulty, he could only use his hands to try to stop the snake from tying up more and more on his body, the air in his lungs was about to be squeezed out, a cold, wriggling thing was only a few inches away from his neck, now Van Lin's mind was full of cold white light, all consciousness was annihilated, his breathing gradually weakened, only the sound of footsteps in the distance could be heard, everything was far away from him......

The heart in the chest didn't seem to be beating, as if it was in some kind of hallucination, and Vanlin saw Harry fall too, and then Hermione, Hermione......

At some point, like a few seconds or a lifetime, the python that came out of Bathilda's body had let go of him.

Maybe it was determined that Van Lin was dead, or maybe Voldemort needed to live?

Van Lin struggled to his feet, and by the glimmer of light downstairs, he saw that the snake was about to attack Hermione.

Hermione jumped to the side with a scream, her shattering charm striking the curtain-drawn window, which was instantly shattered to pieces, and the cold air outside immediately filled the room.

Snowflakes swirled in, it was Christmas and it was snowing outside.

Consciousness is gradually returning to Van Lin's body, and with it, more intense pain continues to transmit dangerous signals to the brain from every inch of Van Lin's body.

Van Lin hurriedly ducked to avoid this another burst of glass shards, and as soon as he took a step, Van Lin kicked something.

As Harry struggled to his feet, Van Lin noticed the wand at his feet and kicked Harry at it.

At this moment, the blood-red python was whipping various parts of the room with its tail.

Now Van Lin couldn't see where Hermione was, which made Van Lin think of the worst outcome.

Suddenly, however, with a loud bang, a flash of red light flew in from the hallway, and the aftermath of the blasting spell tossed the snake up before flying in circles toward the ceiling.

Harry seemed to be fully awake as he raised his wand, and just then, Harry's scar began to ache sharply, more than any time in so many years.

"He's coming! he's coming!" Harry yelled as the snake fell, sizzling frantically, knocking down the shelves against the wall, and shards of porcelain flew everywhere, and everything was in chaos.

Hermione rushed back in.

As if it was an explosion of potential, ignoring the blood draining from the wound, Van Lin stepped over and clutched the black shadow that he knew was Hermione.

"We need to get out of here!" Harry screamed.

Van Lin realized what Harry meant, but the snake straightened up again.

There was a strong blood qi diffused in the blood-red body, and Fan Lin noticed the difference in the snake, which could be said to be even more hideous, and the snake's head was full of thick cuticles, like iron armor, wrapping the snake's head.

This is not a Horcrux.

Van Lin could have determined, but could be confirmed, that it was Nagini's body.

But Van Lin knew that something more terrible than a snake was coming, and it might have already reached the door.

At this moment, Harry's headache was about to explode from the scar.

Needless to say, Van Lin dragged Hermione and Harry to dodge with herm, and the snake made a loud noise, and was about to attack them again.

Hermione screamed, "There are many obstacles!"

Her spell flew across the room, blasting the fitting mirrors of the large closet and shards flying behind them.

Harry felt the heat scorch the back of his hand, shards cutting his cheeks, and they jumped out of bed onto the broken table, then straight out of the glassless window.

When they were in mid-air, they could even hear Hermione's screams echoing through the night......

Then Harry's scar almost exploded, he was Voldemort, he ran through the stinking room, he clutched the windowsill with his slender white hands, he saw the bald man and the skinny woman and a cloaked brain twist and disappear before his eyes, he screamed in rage, his voice mixed with the girl's screams, streaked across the dark garden, overshadowed the Christmas church bells......

His screams are Harry's screams, and his pain is Harry's pain......

Right here, right where that happened before...... Here, the house in front of him, it was here that he almost knew what death looked like......

Death......

It hurts so much......

It felt like it almost tore through Harry's body...... But if he doesn't have a body, why does his head hurt so badly? If he dies, how can he still feel unbearable pain, doesn't this pain go away with death, it doesn't go away......

The night was wet and windy, and two children dressed as pumpkins staggered across the square, and the windows of the shops were decorated with paper spiders and gaudy Muggle ornaments......

He walked slowly forward, feeling that a historic moment was coming...... A great moment for the future, for rights, for the future.

There is no anger, because anger is born for the weak, but he has irrepressible ecstasy...... Yes...... He's been waiting too long, he's been waiting too long......

"Sir, your clothes are so beautiful!" a little boy ran to him, and when he saw the face under the hood that was shrouded in fear and pain, the little boy's smile disappeared, and he quickly turned and ran away.

...... His fingers ran his wand under his robes...... A simple gesture can make the child never see his mother again...... You can do that, but it's not necessary, it's very unnecessary......

He walked down another, darker street and saw his destination, the Dash of Allegiance had expired, and they didn't know it...... His movements were lighter than the sound of fallen leaves sliding down the pavement, and he walked over to the dark fence and stepped over it......

The curtains were not drawn, and he could clearly see that they were in the small living room, the tall dark-haired man with glasses, and clouds of colored smoke coming out of the tip of his wand in his hand, and the little black-haired boy in his blue pajamas was amused, and the child was laughing and trying to grab the smoke with his little fist......

The door opened, and the boy's mother entered, he could not hear what she said, her long crimson hair was draped over her face, and the father carried the child to his mother, and then threw his wand onto the couch, stretching and yawning. He pushed the door open a crack, but James Porter didn't hear it, and his pale hand took out his wand from under the cloak, pointed it straight at the door, and the door slammed open......

He stepped over the threshold, and James sprinted down the hall.

It was so simple, so simple that he didn't even have a wand......

"Lily, take Harry and run away! He's coming! Run! Run! I'll hold him back!"

Hold him back, don't even have a wand in your hand, and still want to hold him down...... He smiled, and then said, "Avada Suo!"

The green light illuminated the narrow hall hallway, illuminated the stroller, pushed it against the wall, and the staircase railing shone like a lit wooden staff in the green light, and James Porter fell like a puppet with broken strings......

He heard the screams of the woman downstairs and was already trapped, but as long as she was awake, she was fearless...... He walked up the steps and watched as she tried to protect herself...... She also doesn't have a wand in her hand...... How stupid, how trusting others, how safe I feel at my friends, safe enough to throw my wand aside......

He forced the door open, and with a lazy wave of his wand, the chairs and boxes piled up in the doorway were cleared...... She just stood there with the baby in her arms.

As soon as she saw him, she placed her son in the crib behind her, and put her hands in front of her, as if that would work, as if she could take Harry's place by standing in the way......

"Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!"

"Go aside, you stupid woman...... Go for now. ”

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, kill me, kill me instead of him......"

"This is my last warning ......"

"Don't touch Harry, please...... Sending out compassion...... Sending out compassion...... Don't move Harry! Don't move Harry! Please...... I can do anything......"

"Stand up, stand up, you woman!" he could have told her to roll out of the front of the crib, but it seemed more convenient to punish them together...... The room shone green, and she collapsed like her husband.

The child did not cry all the time, he stood up, clung to the fence of the crib, and looked at the intruder's face with great interest. Maybe he thought it was his dad under the cloak, ready to get him some prettier lights, and his mom could be smiling at any moment......

He very carefully aimed his wand at the little boy's face. He wanted to see it happen with his own eyes, and he wanted to see the destruction of this inexplicably dangerous person. The boy began to cry, and he saw that it was not James. He didn't like the child to cry, and he never tolerated the crying of those little things when he was in the orphanage......

"Avada suo!" and then he completely collapsed. He had become nothing, only pain and fear, and he had to hide himself from this shabby house where children were crying desperately, a little farther away...... far, far away......

"No," he groaned. The snake rustled and crawled on the dirty floor, and he killed the boy, who was the boy himself......

"No ......"

Now he stood by the broken window of Bathilda's house, basking in his frustrated memories.