Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 349

Hearing Sirius, Harry was very surprised .  

He had no idea that his father had dueled Gryffindor in the illusion . Although he had lost, this was still remarkable .

The opponent was the mighty Gryffindor . Not any wizard had the qualification to challenge him, which in itself was a recognition of his father’s strength .  

He walked a few steps forward to the black stone platform and felt his legs trembling .  

Next to him, the Centaur Magorian looked at him expressionlessly, with a trace of impatience on his face .  

The elder retreated completely into the shadows without a sound .

Harry took a deep breath and was ready for the challenge .  

Instead of looking back at everyone’s encouraging eyes, he clenched his fists and kept telling himself in a low voice not to be afraid, no matter what he would see in the illusion, he could not shrink back .

Maybe he could come to a duel with Gryffindor as his father did, or face countless Acromantulas and Dementors like Ron . None of this was a problem . But if he had to be tested for magic theory like Hermione, that wouldn’t be what he was good at .  

Harry was lost in various fancies and conjectures, and when he came back to his senses, he discovered that he had entered the illusion .  

It was still late at night, and the stars in the night sky had not changed much .  

A gust of cold wind blew through, and Harry couldn’t help shivering .  

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

It was not Hogwarts or Privet Drive . He was sure he had never been to this place before, but he had an indescribable sense of familiarity .

“Lumos!” Harry pulled out his wand and looked around with vigilance .

He was standing in a small alley, with big, shabby houses on both sides of the narrow alley, all dark and unlighted, without even a sound .

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

Harry stepped forward, the cold wind at night pinned down his cheeks, passing through more houses, all dark and inhabited .  

Getting closer and closer to the square, Harry saw a giant statue of a wizard in the middle, holding his wand in front of him with his left hand and a silver sword in his right hand, which was very similar to the image of Gryffindor described by Evan and Hermione . Perhaps, this was him .

Just as he looked at the statue, there was a sudden sound of fighting and a woman’s hoarse and exhaustive cry in a house in front of him .

Harry looked up in a hurry and saw that the door of the house was open, and a faint candlelight in a room on the first floor stood out in the darkness .

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

No doubt, the test that he would face was in this house . He didn’t know what was awaiting him, and the darkness around him was oppressing to the extreme .  

“Anybody here?” Harry ran to the door and shouted . “Who’s in there?” 

No one responded to him . The hall on the ground floor was a mess . It clearly had just experienced a fierce duel . Someone broke into the room from outside .  

Harry took a few steps inside and suddenly stopped in front of the fireplace . He couldn’t believe it . He looked at the picture on it . It was his parents . His mother was holding a baby in her arms, and her face was filled with a happy smile .

Harry finally knew where he was . It was his home .  

“This is Godric’s Hollow; this is my home, where I was born!” Harry’s heart was almost at a standstill, and he could not believe what was going on in front of him .

He even forgot that this was an illusion created by Gryffindor . He had only one idea in his mind . He went home, back to the place that used to be his home .  

If there were no Voldemort, he would have grown up here and spent every vacation .  

He would invite friends over to play, and maybe even have a younger brother or sister . His mother would make him a birthday cake instead of him celebrating alone .

Harry wiped the tears that suddenly burst out of his eyes . When he looked at his parents’ old photo before, he had imagined this kind of thing more than once . Just as he was about to look closely around, there was a scream and plea from a woman upstairs . It was the voice he heard when he met Dementors . It was his mother’s cry!

Harry finally understood that this was the night Voldemort broke into his home, and the unfortunate events that would affect his life were about to happen .

Without hesitation, he rushed to the first floor .  

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

He exerted all his strength and held the wand in his hand . Harry panted up the stairs, and then he saw a man with a black hood standing at the top of the stairs grinning coldly, laughing so cruelly .

At his feet, a man and a woman were lying .  

Inside the corner of the room was a small crib, in which a child was making a weak cry .

“No!” Harry shouted . He knew that the two people on the ground were his parents . They were dead . They were killed by Voldemort! 

In a minute, it was his turn .  

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted, rushing over regardless .  

Voldemort let Harry’s spell slightly pass . He waved his wand quickly, and a blue-green light hit Harry as he pounced on him .  

Harry fell down . He didn’t know what magic Voldemort had cast on him . It seemed to be a Petrification curse . He couldn’t control his body, but his mind was exceptionally clear .  

He saw his father in the pool of blood, and his eyes turned hollow, devoid of all willingness .

His father’s right hand forced forward, as if he wanted to hold his mother’s hand before he died, but it fell on the floor .  

Harry wanted to scream, but he couldn’t make a sound .

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

Voldemort sent a burst of screams . His evil curse was rebounded to knock him down . He escaped through the window in a black smoke .

Harry cried so badly that he felt a deep pain from the scar on his forehead, and the world in front of him was rapidly shattering .  

He knew that he was about to leave here and return to reality . He tried to look at his parents and hoped to see them again for a last time .  

“You failed, courageous as you are, you can’t overcome yourself . Remember, the last enemy to be destroyed is death!” 

A charismatic male voice sounded from the void . Harry’s last impression was that he did not understand the meaning of the sentence .  

Harry was still immersed in the great grief of his parents’ death and his hatred for Voldemort .  

By the time he regained consciousness, he had already returned to the Temple of the Centaurs . He was kneeling on the black platform, silently weeping .

Chapter end