A foreigner's journey

Plop!

The young man fell heavily to the ground in the forest.

There was an old lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He was thin and his exposed skin was covered with scratches. His wizard robe was also dirty.

His name was Harry Potter. He should have been the savior of this world.

But now, the savior has become the prey.

The wet soil squeezed out from between his fingers. Harry Potter was dizzy and exhausted to the extreme, but he still forced himself to get up from the ground as soon as possible.

"Hurry up, Harry! Get up!"

"He's coming! They're coming!"

"Go back and fight them! Do you remember the spell I taught you, Harry?"

"Stupid idea! Potter, keep running, don't stop."

"Poor kid, he's exhausted. Don't rush him anymore, okay?"

There was a noise in his ears, the male and female voices intertwined and made Harry Potter's head hurt more and more.

He barely propped himself up, his nails were full of mud, and he tried his best to mobilize the last bit of strength in his body to get up.

Beside him, several men and women with faint white glow were cheering him up. One of the women wanted to reach out to pull him up, but her hand passed over Harry Potter's trembling arm on the ground without any intersection.

Obviously, they were not alive.

Originally, everything should have developed in the established direction, but he didn't know where the deviation began. His old enemy Voldemort and his Death Eaters were always able to see the movements of the righteous side.

No matter what kind of plan, it can't escape Voldemort's eyes. Every action will be accurately intercepted, and every failure will bring an extremely painful price.

There are fewer and fewer good people, and everyone has been killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

He staggered to his feet, his body covered with mud, and the cracked glasses were covered with white fog due to the steaming sweat.

Harry wiped the glasses and looked at the men and women around him. They exuded a strange faint fluorescence, but otherwise they were no different from the figures in his memory.

"Harry, run!"

The man with glasses who looks like him is Harry's father James Potter, who died at the hands of Voldemort 17 years ago.

"Dear, you can do it, we will all be with you."

The beautiful woman with the same green eyes as Harry is Harry's mother, Lily Potter, who also died 17 years ago.

"Harry! Harry! You can't escape, turn around and fight them like a real man! At least take a few Death Eaters away!"

The man with long black hair and baring teeth like a wolf urging Harry to turn around and fight the Death Eaters to the death is Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who died heroically in the battle of the Ministry of Magic two years ago.

"Have you assimilated your brain with the dog? Potter, run to the west, there is a river."

The greasy long hair, sallow complexion, hooked nose man, his sharp eyes sometimes stared at Harry and sometimes cast at Lily Potter, he is Severus Snape, the most outstanding potion master in the history of Hogwarts, for Harry, he was willing to act as an undercover lurking under Voldemort, half a year ago, he was killed by Voldemort's identity.

"Useless Severus, they also brought Dementors. Harry, do you remember the spell I taught you? Use that to deal with Dementors."

The pale and gray-haired wise man, he is Remus Lupin, a close friend of Harry's parents and godfather, and also the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts who taught Harry magic. He died in a battle with Death Eaters a month ago.

"Don't bother him, Harry is almost exhausted! Harry, run, run!"

The girl with thick brown hair urged Harry to run away. She was Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends. Five days ago, she jumped to block a killing curse aimed at Harry and died in Harry's arms.

"Oh my God, if I were still alive, I would definitely curse those Death Eaters. Brother, you are alone now, run for your life!"

The tall red-haired boy was so anxious that he turned around in place. He was Ron Weasley, also Harry's best friend. On the day Hermione died, Ron rushed towards a dozen Death Eaters like crazy to avenge Hermione and died in the miserable green light curtain interwoven by countless killing curses.

"Hush... Listen, that's the sound of the Death Eaters approaching. They're coming!"

The big man, as tall as a little giant, looked into the distance vigilantly. He was Hagrid, whom Harry regarded as a relative. Just yesterday, he alone blocked the Death Eaters chasing Harry. The green light shining in the valley even illuminated the sky covered by dark clouds.

After hearing Hagrid's words, Harry didn't look back but ran forward eagerly with his tired body, but his heavy legs didn't listen to him at all, and he could only move forward little by little.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, dense gas explosions sounded behind him one after another, as if something was forced out of the air.

Then a dazzling red light lit up behind Harry, and he suddenly felt numb, the surrounding scenery spun rapidly, and his thin body was shaken into the air by the strong impact, and it spun several times before falling heavily on the mud in front of him, and his glasses were thrown not far away.

Noisy, shrill laughter came from all directions and poured into Harry Potter's ears. The strange thing was that the sound seemed to be separated by a thick layer, as if he was sinking to the bottom of the water and listening to people talking on the surface.

"Hahaha! I caught him. It's my credit! I caught the savior!"

"Avery! You dare to hurt Harry Potter before the master? You are such a bold fool!"

"Harry! Harry, get up! No, I can't catch your arm. You have to get up by yourself!"

"Leave him alive! The master wants him alive!"

"It's that cowardly fool Avery. I should have killed him first. Potter, run away."

"No, there are too many of them. Fight them to the death, Harry!"

"Call the master! Launch the Dark Mark!"

The chaotic noises from enemies and relatives made Harry Potter's head ache more and more. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.

Then, a terrible scream woke Harry up.

It was Avery, the Death Eater who first found Harry Potter and cursed him. He was now lying in the mud, rolling wildly and screaming.

"Master... Ahhhh... Master, spare me!"

"Spare you? Avery, how dare you?"

A slimy snake-like voice sounded, with extreme excitement and anger,

"I said, Harry Potter is my prey, none of you can hurt him before me! No one can!

I ask you, have you forgotten my order, Avery? Huh?"

In Harry's blurred vision without his glasses, the bald and thin figure was holding the wand and pointing it at the figure rolling on the ground, saying cruel words:

"Does disobeying my orders make you excited, Avery? Answer me!"

"No, no... Master, please... have mercy..."

Avery's screams became weaker and weaker until there was no sound.

Will I suffer the same fate next? Harry didn't even have time to lament his impending fate, and felt his limbs and body being roughly pulled up by invisible hands, and the glasses stained with wet mud were also slammed into his face, and the nose pads even pierced Harry's nose bridge, and blood flowed down his nose.

Then, Voldemort's ugly half-human, half-snake face appeared in front of Harry, occupying most of his vision.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Harry Potter, the great savior! So many people sacrificed themselves for you, so many people tried their best to delay me, so that you have a chance to escape.

But now, the famous Harry Potter finally fell into my hands!"

Voldemort was very excited, his two snake-like nostrils kept flaring, and a huge snake hissed and spit out its letter from behind Voldemort and slowly swam towards this side.

"Speak, speak quickly! I want to hear your pleading, begging me to spare your stubborn, stupid classmates and teachers, your Muggle relatives.

If I am satisfied, I will mercifully allow them to live in my new era as slaves."

Harry was lifted off the ground by an invisible force, his posture was like Jesus Christ on the cross, he stared at Voldemort with his eyes wide open, panting and saying nothing.

He would not let Voldemort get his wish, no matter how cruel the torture would be, he would not beg for mercy and admit defeat.

Seeing Harry like this, Voldemort was not angry but became more excited and happy:

"Yes... yes, yes, this is the right way! This is what the famous Harry Potter should look like!

Are you still looking forward to something? Are you waiting for the great Albus Dumbledore to save you? That hypocritical old thing that makes me sick, you still don't believe he is dead, right?"

[Harry...]

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry raised his head, and when he saw the figure, tears immediately blurred his vision.

Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this era, was standing behind Voldemort in a faint fluorescent robe. He clasped his hands in front of his abdomen and looked at Harry with sad eyes.

Voldemort noticed Harry's gaze and looked back, but saw nothing.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled grimly: "Ahaha... Why didn't I think that the [Resurrection Stone], one of the three holy artifacts, was the key to Albus Dumbledore's death. That thing is with you, right?"

Enjoying the beauty of the moment of victory, Voldemort did not immediately search for the Resurrection Stone hidden on Harry, but instead pressed his half-human, half-snake head close to Harry's face, hissing and whispering like a snake spitting out its tongue:

"Legend has it that only the holder of the Resurrection Stone can see the existence of neither life nor death. Tell me, what did you see?

Is Albus Dumbledore crying and apologizing to you, saying that he has failed you?

Yes, listen carefully, listen to him, listen to his confession, listen to what he has done..."

Voldemort's voice was getting farther and farther away from Harry's ears. He just looked at Dumbledore and listened to his words.

[Sorry, Harry... I have failed everyone. ]

Dumbledore had tears in his eyes and his voice was trembling.

[I thought I could resist... but I still failed... The temptation of the Resurrection Stone was too great for me.

The curse on the Resurrection Stone is too powerful. It is definitely not a magic that Voldemort can cast.

I failed, and the curse took away my mind... I lose a part of my memory every once in a while.

I was the one who told the secret. I confessed all the plans and secrets to the enemy.

I'm sorry, Harry... I'm sorry...】

Gradually, Dumbledore's figure dissipated in the faint fluorescence and disappeared without a trace.

Harry's eyes were dull. He couldn't believe that the leaker was actually Dumbledore himself! No, this is impossible. It must be an illusion created by Voldemort. He just wants to see me like this.

"Fake, you can't lie to me!" Harry gritted his teeth and said viciously, word by word.

Voldemort laughed loudly when he heard this, and the Death Eaters around him who were originally silent also laughed in agreement.

"Oh, poor Harry, you don't even know what kind of enemy you're up against.

Someone told me all the secrets of the world.

Someone has planned the perfect trap for Dumbledore.

Someone took the opportunity to control Dumbledore's sanity.

That guy could have destroyed everything with absolute violence, but he wanted to see the most interesting drama, which is exactly what I wanted.

Now, all obstacles are gone, and all of magic will kneel before me. "

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand and sneered:

"And the price of all this is just the Three Hallows of Death. It's very cost-effective, isn't it?"

He hooked his fingers, and the beautiful but crazy Bellatrix behind him immediately came over with a puddle of something as transparent as mercury and let out a shrill laugh.

"The Deathly Hallows, namely the Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility and the Resurrection Stone.

I have dedicated the Elder Wand to that man, and I have taken the Invisibility Cloak from the Weasley family. All that remains is the Resurrection Stone left for you by Albus Dumbledore in the right pocket of your coat. "

Voldemort put the tip of his wand against Harry's neck and stabbed out some drops of blood:

"Since you provide me with good emotional value. Well, great savior Harry Potter, I'll give you a break.

When you die, I will search for the resurrection stone. Don't worry, your Muggle relatives will be alive and well, and they will witness this era that belongs to me! "

The emerald green light has filled the wand, which is the death curse called 'Avada Kedavra'.

At this moment, a black-purple light suddenly appeared around him, and then a portal two people high appeared.

As soon as they saw this portal, the surrounding Death Eaters immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Even Voldemort took a few steps back and reluctantly bowed down to greet the Lord who was about to walk out of the portal.

The man who possesses supreme power and can easily use countless terrible curses that even Voldemort has never heard of.

Plop!

An object was thrown out of the portal, hit Voldemort and spun around twice.

Voldemort took a closer look and immediately took a few steps back in horror.

It was the head of a sweet-looking girl with short green hair.

The girl's face was frozen in a scream of shock and fear, and the incision on her neck was extremely smooth.

"No, it's impossible..." Voldemort trembled slightly, that adult was actually killed? Who, who can actually...

Step, step, step...

The sound of metal stepping on the ground was heard leisurely, and a tall figure emerged from the portal and appeared in the dark forest.

A burly figure wearing full-covered skull armor rode on a tall war horse also covered with bone armor. The dim light swayed in the eye sockets of the skull mask, scanning the people present.

Harry's eyes widened, he had seen this figure before!

When he got this resurrection stone, he was at the critical moment of his escape. At that time, Harry saw a knight wearing skeleton armor standing on the battlefield where magic was flying. No one seemed to notice this strange figure.

Harry also thought that he had witnessed the death of so many relatives and friends that he had hallucinations about meeting the God of Death.

But now, Death appears again, and it is not an illusion.

Voldemort was trembling all over. Seeing that the skeleton knight was not paying attention to him, he suddenly became violent! He clenched his wand and swung it towards the Skeleton Knight, shouting:

"[Avada Kedavra]!"

Violent green plasma shot out from the tip of the wand, causing the wand in Voldemort's hand to shake violently. The green light that was enough to bring horrific death struck the Skeleton Knight hard.

What dissipated along with the green light was Voldemort's smile that had just appeared.

An iris shield completely blocked the death curse, leaving no trace of it.

Then, the necks and bodies of Voldemort and all the surrounding Death Eaters were separated at the same time.

Their heads remained frightened as their heads flopped to the ground like billiard balls.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes, what happened? The adult in Voldemort's mouth was beheaded, and then Voldemort himself and the Death Eaters were also beheaded?

Does the God of Death have a habit of chopping off heads? That’s right, in mythological illustrations the God of Death always appears carrying a sickle.

Just when Harry was thinking wildly, he was suddenly covered by a black shadow.

The 'Death' rode up to Harry on his horse and looked at him condescendingly.

A large hand completely covered by skull armor stretched out towards Harry, palm spread out.

Harry was in a trance for a while, and suddenly touched his right pocket in bliss.

Is the God of Death trying to... take back the Deathly Hallows that belongs to the God of Death?

He then realized that the invisible hand that bound him had disappeared with Voldemort's death, and he quickly took out a small black, crystal-clear stone from his pocket. It was shaped like a miniature pyramid, with strange patterns on the surface.

It was the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows.

Harry handed the Resurrection Stone to the Grim Reaper with trembling arms, and just as he was about to pick up the invisible cloak that fell on the ground, he found that the Grim Reaper had withdrawn his hand.

In a trance, Harry saw the Grim Reaper nod slightly at him, and then waved the long sword in his hand casually.

A huge space crack shining with blue-purple light was immediately generated.

Is that the world of death? Harry stood on tiptoe to see the figures of his deceased parents and elders and friends from inside, but he could not see anything.

Then, Harry saw the Grim Reaper suddenly throw the reins, and the warhorse carrying the Grim Reaper leaped into the Gate of Death, and the space crack closed immediately.

Everything fell silent, as if nothing had happened, except for the headless bodies scattered all over the ground and Harry Potter slumped on the ground.

Death... really exists.