When Voldemort came out of the room, the coldness on his face had dissipated, replaced by a joy that was about to overflow.

Voldemort had sensed that he had mastered the Elder Wand, that he was its master.

When he left, he didn't look back, leaving only a creetly cold corpse in the room.

The corpse belonging to the Death Eater Bellatrix.

She didn't struggle the whole time, and until the last moment of death she was still staring at Voldemort with the most affectionate eyes, even though she couldn't see him at all.

As her heart stopped beating, her eyes were also dilapising little by little, and at this time, there seemed to be a trace of the other party's shadow reflected in her eyes, and there seemed to be nothing.

Raging black flames engulfed the room and everything inside.

Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters, who intended to attack England, the first and final destination, with all his might.

No one noticed that Barty Jr. looked at Snape for a moment, and Snape looked at him.

Snape then saw Barty Jr. lip sync a few times with him.

Snape paused slightly, but said nothing.

He killed her. ’

That's what those mouths mean.

So far, all the Death Eaters from Azkaban have been destroyed, and the remaining Death Eaters have escaped the original catastrophe and are not completely trusted by Voldemort.

The Aurors of England rebelled beyond the imagination of the Death Eaters.

Neither in Bulgaria nor Romania nor in Germany, they had never encountered such stubborn and fierce resistance, and as soon as they entered England, they were ambushed, and countless Aurors and strikers surrounded the Death Eaters who were the first to find the way, and there was no news again.

Then there is the dark creature army led by Fenrir, the werewolves were ambushed by the fish people who came out of nowhere, and one after another were dragged into the water, and the banshees' luck was even worse In the dark night when they couldn't see their fingers, they encountered a huge sun that came out of nowhere, which directly made a large group of banshees lose their ability to fight, and then a group of fire elves who came out of nowhere subdued the remaining banshees, and the fire elves who were the darlings of the flames were born to be the banshee's nemesis, The Dementors were met with a strange set of opponents, a group of blue, weird Cornish elves.

Cornwall elves vs. Dementors, no matter how you think about it, the latter beats the former, but the truth is shocking, the Dementors are chased by a group of Cornwall elves and scattered.

"Master, worthy of being the birthplace of magic, the resistance encountered is also the most fierce."

It would be nice if they were like the German Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic, and it was easier than the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and the wizards were so frightened that they took it almost effortlessly, and met with little resistance.

"Hmph, that Fudge did it."

Voldemort sneered, he admitted that the fake Fudge was the second only to Dumbledore among the opponents he had encountered so far, after all, he could compete with him in a short period of time, but unfortunately not now, let him meet it head-on again, he was confident that he could subdue the opponent in a very short time.

Voldemort didn't take the loss of his men to heart, he had mastered the Elder Wand and could turn the tide at any time if he made a move.

It's just that he himself doesn't want to do it at this time.

He didn't care about the Ministry of Magic, and neither did he care about the Death Eaters.

He wants to find someone, he just needs to find someone

The man who was destined in Harry Potter's prophecy.

Snape rushed over from outside, took off the black hood on his head, and said to Voldemort with a little excitement, "Master, I have found traces of Harry Potter." ”

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes and stood up from his 'throne' for the first time: "Where is he?" ”

"It's in Godric's Hollow."

Planning to die in the same place as your parents? What a good choice.

Seeing that Snape seemed to be a little speechless, Voldemort spoke again.

"What else? Severus. ”

"While investigating Potter, I also discovered another person, Neville Longbottom, who was at St. Mungo."

Hearing Snape mention Neville, Voldemort's eyelids, without eyebrows, rose slightly.

It's time to choose one or the other again?

No, it wasn't one or the other, and his choice never changed.

Under the influence of the Apparition Charm, Voldemort appeared in Godric's Hollow.

Soon he found Harry, who was paying respects to his parents at the cemetery.

"Senior Tom, please wait a minute."

Harry's voice sounded unusually calm, and he wasn't surprised by Voldemort's arrival.

Voldemort didn't make a move, but stood still, quietly waiting for Harry to finish worshipping his parents.

When Harry came out of the cemetery, Voldemort continued.

"Harry Potter, you really want to avenge your parents, you really want to kill me, then you take out your wand and come to a duel with me."

In fact, there is no such thing at all, and Voldemort's wand alone takes a big advantage.

"Find a quiet place with the woods next to it as a good choice."

Harry wasn't swayed by Voldemort's words.

What do he say about his feelings for his parents, in fact, it feels quite complicated, he has not seen them since he can remember, it was the Dursleys who took care of him since he was a child, and his closest people were his eldest cousin Dudley, then Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

He could only get his impressions of his parents through the dictation of others.

In fact, he didn't like his father very much, but he was full of curiosity about his mother, Lily, because Professor Snape often mentioned his mother to him, and every time the potion was not ready, Snape used his mother as an example.

So to say that the desire for revenge is actually not strong.

But that didn't stop Harry from hating Voldemort.

"Shadowless!"

To Voldemort's surprise, Harry raised his hand to release the magic that turned out to be a curse.

It's a pity that it was easily blocked.

"It's a very interesting black magic, but unfortunately it doesn't work."

Voldemort grinned, "Use some more force. Take out the fire you used earlier, and show me your means. ”

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and Harry was out of breath, while Voldemort was still as calm as he had come.

In the gap between the two of them, Voldemort's lips moved slightly, and the silent spell was released at the same moment as he cast the spell.

Harry was knocked to the ground.

"You're out of luck, Potter."

"You're the only one left, and while I admit you're good, you're not good enough."

"So you're destined to be killed by me."

Harry was still expressionless, but in the leisure of the battle, he pressed his chest, and Voldemort, who was immersed in joy, did not notice this small detail.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

The dark green spell struck Harry unsurprisingly.

His body fell heavily, his glasses fell to the side, and his pupils began to dilate rapidly.

Even the color of the body begins to fade at this moment.

"Harry Potter is dead, hey, hey, hey!"

Voldemort's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the valley, and the next moment he turned into a cloud of black smoke and quickly disappeared in place, perhaps because the happiness came so suddenly that he forgot to take Harry's 'corpse', or maybe something else made him forget about it.

Little did he know, however, that not long after he left, Harry's body began to come back to life at an incredible rate.

It wasn't long before Harry himself got up from the ground, and a broken ruby lay quietly on his chest as he lifted his clothes.

"Welcome back, brother."

The tall shadow blocked out the sunlight above Harry's head, and a large, powerful hand was handed to Harry.

"How does it feel to live all over again?"

"I've never felt so refreshed at this moment."

Harry chuckled softly and took the palm.

(End of chapter)