A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

As the spell progressed, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire erupted from the tip of the wand. This tongue of fire looked like a golden thread that had just been pulled out of an alchemy furnace, red and hot.

It began to slowly wrap around everyone's connected right hands. Everyone can feel a strange warmth when it touches the skin.

It wasn't burning heat, but a kind of temperature coming from the soul, which seemed to remind them of the importance of the vows they were about to make.

Bella spoke: "Roger, are you willing to keep Bellatrix's plan secret and not tell anyone?"

"I do."

"Are you willing to never say it, write it, or in any other way reveal it to anyone else?"

"I do," Roger replied again, feeling the oath flow between them.

"Are you willing to uphold the will of a pure-blood wizard and keep the magical world pure?"

Rogge hesitated. “Consciousness” and “purity” were too abstract, leaving too much room for interpretation. But it is this ambiguity that gives him room to manipulate.

And, by leaving such ambiguities behind, Bella allows herself to manipulate their definitions and meanings.

"I do."

Bella nodded with satisfaction, then turned to the others: "Buck, Barty Jr., Cedric..."

She called out the names of the other Death Eaters one by one, "Are you willing to keep what happened today secret and never reveal it to others..."

The golden thread of fire grows brighter and brighter with each person's commitment. When the last oath is completed, the line of fire suddenly bursts into a dazzling light, and then disappears as if being sucked into the skin.

Rogge could feel that invisible shackles seemed to be wrapped around his soul.

He knew that once he broke his oath, these invisible golden threads would turn into a ruthless noose, silently destroying his soul.

He stood up slowly and patted the snow flakes on his robe. He stretched out his hand and motioned for Bella to hand the memory ball to him.

"Are you going to hide it?" Bella chuckled, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Obviously, after going through the vow just now, she no longer regards Rogge as an outsider.

"We carried guns together, walked out of windows together, shared dirty laundry together, and drifted through prostitution together." Although there is no such jingle in the magic world, the principles are the same.

They are now in a strange relationship: they cannot reach a consensus on friendship and ideals, nor can they truly share the same interests, but they hold each other's hand.

Even if you can't speak to others, you still have a wonderful sense of trust. Although they all know that this trust is limited to this matter.

Rogge played with the memory ball in his hand, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the unconscious Neville.

Once upon a time, it was because of a memory ball that Neville, Draco and Harry had a conflict in the Great Hall.

Now, he is holding another one. The irony made him laugh.

"Hide?" Rogge repeated softly, as if asking a rhetorical question.

Suddenly, his palm tightened hard, and the crisp cracking sound was particularly harsh in the silent snow.

"If Dumbledore had destroyed the prophecy ball, there wouldn't have been so much trouble afterwards." He let go of his palm and let the crystal fragments slip. "How could I make the same mistake?"

Bella quickly called him and said, "The master is in Godric's Hollow, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Sorry, I have to go to school." Rogge pouted and asked Maria to take him away.

Looking at the flames disappearing in the air, Bella looked at Buck with interest: "Our choice is indeed right. After Dumbledore's death, he is indeed the hope for the revival of pure-blood wizards."

"Unfortunately, he does not fully accept our concept of pure blood. It seems that he is particularly tolerant of other wizards."

"Maybe it's because of his little girlfriend." Bella said with a smile, "Dumbledore can't win this war, and neither can the Dark Lord. Although we won't win completely, at least we will win."

She suddenly changed the topic, a trace of morbid excitement flashed in her eyes: "Let's go, my dear master has waited too long. I can't wait for him to torture me with the Cruciatus Curse."

"Hahaha……"

Bella let out a burst of crazy laughter, the laughter was so harsh that even the snow on the treetops was frightened and fell down.

A whirlwind blew past, and the village of Little Hangleton fell into deathly silence, like an uninhabited cemetery.

However, Rogue did not return to Hogwarts as he said he would.

He quietly arrived at the outskirts of Godric's Hollow, carefully concealing himself. He stepped lightly on the gravel road in the village and got closer little by little.

"It would be great if I could learn from Animagus." He complained in his mind.

The village was peaceful as usual, with wizards chatting and singing in the tavern. Their cheeks were burned red by the wine and fire, and their songs floated through the roof into the distance.

"That's that?" Rogge suddenly felt an unexpected voice and quickly looked up to the sky.

Two black spots, one behind the other, flew quickly from a distance.

"Voldemort, I'm coming!" Harry's voice echoed throughout the valley through the Loud Sound Curse, "Where are you!"

His voice was full of anger and determination, one hand tightly gripping the broom and his eyes burning.

Lupine, who followed closely, shouted anxiously: "Harry..."

He finally caught up with Harry and wanted to take him back, "This is Voldemort's trick! We must go find the Headmaster."

"Hahaha, Dumbledore was counterattacked by magic." A cold and eerie voice came from the back of the church, as if coming from the depths of hell.

Harry thought of something, suddenly shook off Lupin's hand, and dived towards his parents' grave.

The tranquility of Godric's Hollow was completely broken. When the villagers heard Harry yell "Voldemort," all the singing and bustle came to a screeching halt.

Fear spreads like a plague. Some brave villagers secretly watched through the doors and windows, while more people hurriedly used the Floo Network or Disapparated to escape.

The horror of more than ten years ago has once again enveloped the entire valley, and the ruins of the Potter family still stand quietly, silently reminding people of the killings that the Dark Lord once brought.

Roger looked at the church in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere, "Where is the Department of Mysteries?"

Harry rushed in and was furious when he saw the ruined cemetery. He almost lost his mind, raised his wand and shouted directly: "Avada..."

However, Voldemort's reaction was faster. There was a flash of light, and Harry was knocked to the ground before he could finish the spell, his wand slipping from his hand.

Bang bang bang! Several heavy voices sounded, and Bella and others returned to Voldemort with the unconscious Neville.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes scanned his men, and his voice was cold: "You are late."

When his eyes fell on Neville, his tone was stern but somewhat softened, "Those losers died again? Bella, I don't want to see you killing each other again. Otherwise..."

"Yes, Master!" Bella immediately fell to her knees and hit her forehead heavily on the snow, making a small crater in the snow.

Her body trembled slightly with fear, but under her lowered eyelids, a venomous light flashed.

Voldemort paid no attention to his men and didn't even look at them again. His attention was completely focused on Harry and Neville.

"Harry, look at the inscription on your parents' tombstone." Voldemort waved his wand, and a low square tombstone floated in the air. "The last enemy to be destroyed is death."

A beam of light shot out from his wand, hitting Neville directly. Neville's eyes snapped open, waking up from his stupor.

Neville looked around blankly, a look of fear on his face when he saw Voldemort. Then, he saw Harry lying on the ground, his eyes full of shock.

"I originally thought that they should write more brilliant or greater sentences. Unexpectedly, they are no different from me." Voldemort's laughter spread into the sky, startling countless birds in the forest, "That's right. , the last enemy to be destroyed is death!”

"You know, the purpose of making Horcruxes is to live forever." He waved his arms suddenly, and Harry flew towards him involuntarily as if being pulled by an invisible rope.

Seeing this, Lupine immediately prepared to cast a spell, but other Death Eaters came like a tide and surrounded him tightly.

"Don't kill him. Dumbledore isn't here, so let him witness it." He forcefully poked his finger at the scar on Harry's forehead, and a trace of warmth unexpectedly flashed in his snake eyes, "Now, we Come and finish the unfinished business sixteen years ago.”

"Tonight, the prophecy will come true. And I, Voldemort, will become truly immortal!" He laughed, turned to Harry and said, "Look at yourself, pitiful, helpless and weak."

"You obviously have the same talent as me, but you are so embarrassed..." Before he finished speaking, he shook Harry away. Harry hit a tombstone like a kite with a broken string.

"Neville." He paused and his figure floated over lightly.

He leaned down, his snake eyes narrowed, and stared at Longbottom. However, the cowardice, panic, and fear he expected did not appear in Neville's eyes.

Neville slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with determination and courage. It was a kind of fearless courage, as if declaring that he would never succumb to the darkness.

"What a difficult choice." Voldemort took out the prophecy ball and tapped it with his fingers, making a series of crisp sounds. "Do you remember your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Neville and Harry looked at each other, confused.

"I forgot." Voldemort sneered, his voice mixed with a snake's hiss, which sounded strange and disturbing: "Maybe you should listen to this."

He held the prophecy ball tightly, and the voice of his brain came from the ball, which he repeated one by one.

"That old guy lied to me." Voldemort gritted his teeth, and every word was almost squeezed out of his soul. "I never doubted that he deliberately let Severus hear it. Not even half of it. one!"

"He led me to choose you, Harry Potter. Your parents actually don't have to die." Voldemort's eyes were like scalpels, trying to dissect the darkness in his heart, "It is also a destined fate, why are your parents here? Sleeping forever, but he..."

He pointed at Neville and said with regret in his voice: "He has everything you want."

"Harry, I will give you a chance now." Voldemort waved his wand, and the captured members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared one after another.

"If you kill his parents with your own hands." A white light rope shot out from the tip of the staff, and the Longbottoms were tied up and brought to Harry. "Then, I will let Sirius go. Other than that..."

He said shooting a blinding green light into the air. In the square in the distance, the figure of a witch walked slowly. Her appearance was as unreal as a dream.

She has bright red hair and green eyes that sparkle in the sun. The familiar feeling of blood connection made Harry look at her dreamily.

"Lily?" Sirius and Lupine exclaimed at the same time, their voices filled with disbelief. "How... how is this possible?"

Lily walked to Voldemort's side mechanically like a zombie. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, lacking the brilliance she remembered.

Voldemort raised her chin with his wand and said with a smile, "Death is not an invincible enemy."

"Harry, you should know clearly that I have returned from death many times."

"Use the power of the Resurrection Stone to recall the soul, and then use additional blood, flesh, and bones to make the body. As long as you kill Neville's parents, I will break the Soul Imperius Curse." He waved his hand, and Harry's wand returned. When you come around, the meaning is self-evident.

Lupine, while fending off the Death Eaters' playful attacks, shouted: "Harry, you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bella's spell hit him. She applied several Cruciatus Curses fiercely, her smile revealing cruel pleasure, as if she was enjoying the process of torturing the other person.

"Whatever the master wants to do, you don't need to object."

Harry stared blankly at the wand within reach. His body seemed to be frozen, unable to move, and his mind was completely blank.

Voldemort was extremely patient, and even signaled to his men to return Neville's wand to him.

"Go ahead and end their lives."

Lily then took out her wand and walked firmly towards the Longbottoms. Sirius desperately rushed forward to try to stop him, but was kicked away by Buck and fell heavily to the ground.

Voldemort looked at his masterpiece with a sickly satisfaction on his face.

This "Lily" is not real, but Harry's aunt Petunia, transformed through magic. Due to her two striking features, her hair and eyes, people around her did not doubt that she was fake.

After all, you can call Voldemort bad, but you can't call him bad.

Also, the blood connection is real. That's why even Harry was confused.

However, she was still a Muggle.

But no one except Voldemort knew this.

In the eyes of others, the Lily in front of them is still the powerful witch who used spells to protect children. Only this time, she failed to escape Voldemort's control and was firmly controlled by him using the Imperius Curse.

She will follow Voldemort's orders to kill the Longbottoms who have lost their ability to cast spells.

Or Longbottom takes action in advance and kills the defenseless Lily. So, what will Harry do?

Voldemort spit out the snake core from time to time, tasting the fear and despair in the air. He enjoyed this suffocating atmosphere very much. He was waiting, waiting for the two children in the prophecy to kill each other.

"Who can survive?" He smiled cruelly, "Who should I choose?" He stroked the prophecy ball.