With a pale and distorted face and bloodshot eyes, looking at the serpent-like man in front of her, Lily's heart was full of despair, her legs were weak, and she collapsed to the ground directly holding the child who was still crying. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Is this the one who, in prophecy, will be my opponent and may even kill my child?"

Looking at the black-haired child, who was no different from an ordinary toddler, Voldemort felt that his heart was suddenly much lighter.

Although reason told him that prophecy should not be taken seriously, he was the Dark Lord of England, and the other person in the prophecy was just a young child, he still felt uneasy about this prophecy from time to time.

And in order to completely dispel this uneasiness, he decided to erase this so-called child of destiny from this world.

"If this child were to become dead, the prophecy would have become a joke altogether, and I would have loved to see Dumbledore's face at that time...... Hahaha......"

Reluctantly pulled out her wand, but before she could release a spell, the willow staff in Lily's hand had already been knocked out by Voldemort.

Gently placing little Harry on the floor behind her, Lily wept in the face of Voldemort, constantly uttering pleading words.

"Please...... Spare my child......"

"Don't hurt Harry...... He was only 1 year old...... He has a lot of future ...... that he hasn't experienced."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Voldemort thought of the request of his subordinate, Severus Snape, who he thought was very good, and shook his head, Voldemort wanted to bypass this woman and take a closer look at the prophesied enemy of his fate.

Then, kill him!

"No, I won't allow you to come near my child, and as long as I'm alive, I'll never let you hurt Harry!!"

Once again, Lily was caught between himself and Harry Potter, and Voldemort finally didn't want to delay any longer.

No matter how shrewd and capable Snape is, he is only one of Voldemort's subordinates, "I haven't done anything to this woman for a long time, since she wants to die, then send her to die!"

Thinking of this, Voldemort's bloodshot eyes flashed with a cold light, and the purple wand was raised, aiming it at Lily, who was trembling all over, but still standing in front of little Harry.

After a few seconds of silence, an eerie syllable rang out in the room, and as a flash of green light flashed, only little Harry's louder cries remained in the room.

"Avada suo!"

Bright red blood flowed on the floor, but Voldemort didn't mind in the slightest, his boots stepped on the blood-stained floor, step by step, he walked up to Harry, and looked condescendingly at the young boy who was still crying.

"Hum ......"

"Hahaha......"

A low laugh overshadowed Harry's cries and elevated into undisguised laughter, raising his purple wand as Voldemort stood in a pool of blood and shouted hysterically.

"Nobody! No one can stop me Voldemort! Harry Potter can't do it, neither can Dumbledore! That Romon Eric, not even more!"

"I am the master of the wizarding world, the only master!"

With endless madness in his eyes, Voldemort's eyes were fixed on little Harry's body, and he said with a strange smile.

"Then let's start with you!

Rumble!

The explosion shook the entire house, and the original fresh and unique house was completely in ruins, with masonry and smoke flying everywhere, making it impossible to know what had happened.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared above the ruins, with silver hair and beard, and blue eyes full of wisdom, and this person was Dumbledore!

With a flick of his wand, the shattered masonry floated up and piled up neatly around him, and when the masonry in Dumbledore's place was emptied, Dumbledore finally smiled at the scene in front of him.

In the midst of the ruins, Harry's body was shrouded in a milky white light, perhaps because he was too tired, or maybe it was just plain sleepiness, Harry had fallen asleep at this time.

Looking at Harry, who put his small fist to his mouth, instead of smashing it, and glanced at Harry's brown hair twice, Dumbledore nodded, and his tone unconsciously showed a hint of excitement.

"The Future ...... of the Wizarding World"

Just looking at the lightning-like wound on Harry's forehead, Dumbledore reached through the milky white mask, his fingers brushing his forehead slightly, and Dumbledore couldn't help but furrow his silver eyebrows after retracting his hand.

"The spell that was cast at the cost of the life and soul of a wizard of good strength failed to kill Voldemort completely, but instead allowed him to merge a part of Harry's body?"

"This is not the same as expected......"

Muttering to himself, Dumbledore gave Harry a deep look, and his wand tapped twice on the milky white mask, which seemed to be spiritual, and melted straight into Harry's young body, never to see anything out of the ordinary.

The temperament on his body changed, and with the appearance of a deep and distant temperament, Dumbledore's figure disappeared near the ruins.

Less than 2 miles away from where Harry was, Missian Barno, who was personally sitting on the battlefield of the battle between the Ministry of Magic wizards and the Death Eaters, suddenly froze, nodded slightly respectfully, and directly beckoned a nearby Ministry of Magic official to come to him.

"Now, tell the story of the Mystery Man on the battlefield, the Man of Mystery has been defeated, and it is the Savior who has defeated him, Harry Potter!"

Cornelius Fudge couldn't believe his ears, but the accuracy of such serious and excited words from Misson Barnes and Noodle did not need to be considered, and he should have taken a step later, found a suitable position, and cast a 'loud voice' towards his throat.

Looking at the sudden commotion on the battlefield and listening to all kinds of unbelievable exclamations, Misenbano did not have much joy on his face, and if he looked closely, he could even see a trace of gloom in his eyes.

"Dumbledore...... Perhaps, after the fall of the mysterious man, it is time to find some way to restrain some of this famous white wizard......"

And not far from the battlefield, a golden feather turned to ashes, but no one paid attention at all.

At Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's emergency meeting of the Faculty in the middle of the night, Dumbledore got up and straightened his robes, and a golden feather clinged to the slightly transparent skin inside the robes......

Stopping Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore met Professor McGonagall's puzzled eyes and said with a slight mystery.

"Minerva, we're here, waiting for Hagrid to bring the kid back. We then give the child to someone who is best suited to raise him......"