A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The shoes stepped on the snow, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. The winter sun shone coldly on Lily, casting a long, ominous shadow under her feet.

It covered the Longbottom couple impartially, making their pale faces even more miserable. Another part fell on Harry's wand.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the rustling sound of Lily's sleeves rubbing against each other as she slowly raised her wand.

The tip of her wand pointed directly at the two poor victims, and the deadly spell Avatar was taking shape between her lips and teeth.

"No!" Neville suddenly roared, his voice full of despair. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his wand was instantly aimed at the woman not far away, "Expelliarmus."

The spell was like a silver lightning, hitting Lily accurately. The wand flew out of her hand, and the whole person was blown away by the huge impact and fell heavily to the ground.

"Mom!" Harry shouted hoarsely, struggling desperately to rush to his mother.

However, Bella ruthlessly kicked him down, grinning and looking down at the painful boy at her feet.

In the eyes of everyone who was both sad and angry, Lily stood up shakily, her face still without any expression, like a puppet without a soul.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Voldemort's eyes, "Why are you so weak? Didn't Hogwarts teach you the Unforgivable Curse?"

"Neville, if you kill her, I will let your family leave safely." He then waved his wand, and an invisible force controlled Neville, forcing him to stand in front of his parents.

"Raise your hand and point your wand at her. Then, read after me..." Voldemort whispered.

Neville felt his body become light and controlled by invisible silk threads. His wand drew complex trajectories in the air uncontrollably, as if drawing a skull.

His lips opened and closed involuntarily, and his vocal cords became Voldemort's puppets, reciting the terrible killing curse syllable by syllable.

The tip of the wand gradually lit up, the green light became more and more dazzling, emitting a creepy light. The light contained endless death and despair. Under Voldemort's control, it was like a poisonous snake ready to strike, lying dormant.

"Now, I count one, two, three. Saving your parents or killing this long-dead witch is up to you. Choose!"

"One."

As the first number fell, the other voices were completely withdrawn.

The Death Eaters stared at Neville with interest, with morbid expectations flashing in their eyes. Some turned to the angry Harry Potter, admiring the painful expression on the boy's face.

His mother Lily mechanically picked up a sharp dagger and walked towards the Longbottoms unconsciously. The blade flashed a cold light in the sun, like the scythe of the god of death.

"Two!"

Voldemort's voice suddenly rose, and the excitement that could not be concealed surged in it.

This sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. Everyone's breathing was stagnant, waiting for the curse that might erupt in the next second.

Harry Potter finally grabbed his wand, his eyes wandering back and forth between his dumb mother and Neville's back, his face full of torn pain and unspeakable entanglement.

At this moment, Lily was already standing in front of the Longbottoms. She slowly raised the dagger in her hand, and the blade shone with a frightening white light in the sun.

Although the Longbottoms could not speak, their eyes looking at Neville contained thousands of words.

Now, the whole world seemed to hold its breath, just waiting for Voldemort to recite the last number.

Neville suddenly found that he had regained control of his body. He faced a difficult choice: to disperse the killing curse that was ready to be released in the wand, or...

His hands kept shaking, and the green light in the wand was swaying, as if it could burst out at any time.

"Three..."

As soon as the voice fell, Lily's dagger cut through the air and stabbed straight at Mrs. Longbottom's throat. At the same time, two spells flew out like lightning.

One flew towards Lily, and the other... did not fly towards Neville.

"Damn it!" Voldemort's face suddenly changed, and his figure flashed, barely avoiding the deadly green light.

His snake pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, emitting a dangerous light. He clenched his teeth and made a series of angry and chaotic hisses.

Before the plan started, he thought he had considered all possibilities.

However, Harry and Neville made such an unexpected choice. His perfect plan collapsed at this moment.

In a flash, Neville decisively moved his wand and aimed the long-awaited killing curse at Voldemort. The green light whistled out, carrying the boy's anger against evil and determination for justice.

At the same time, Harry pointed his wand at his mother and shouted firmly: "Petrification!"

The light instantly enveloped Lily, freezing her at the moment when she was about to kill Mrs. Longbottom. The dagger stopped in mid-air, only a millimeter away from the target.

"Impossible!" Voldemort's voice was sharp and hysterical, echoing in the silent cemetery. "No one in this world would make such a choice. This goes against human nature!"

At this moment, a full-bodied and powerful voice came from outside the cemetery: "Nothing is impossible, Tom."

Before the words fell, a series of swift and powerful spells struck the Death Eaters like lightning. The spells drew dazzling arcs in the air, knocking them away one by one.

The voice continued, "Even if you get the prophecy, you will never understand the power they can have over you."

"Dumbledore, it's you! Haven't you, old man, already..."

"Being attacked by the broken wand, losing your ability to cast spells?" Dumbledore narrated calmly, while untying the restraints of Longbottom and others and protecting them behind him.

His iconic silver beard was only one-third of its length, and his hair was much shorter than usual. However, his blue eyes still sparkled with wisdom, his eyes were like torches, piercing people's hearts.

Harry hurriedly shouted, "Headmaster, my mother..."

Dumbledore turned to Harry with a gentle smile on his face. "Don't worry, Harry." He said, hinting to Lupin with his eyes to take good care of Potter and Lily.

"Tom, what you did is unforgivable..."

"No, no, no~" Voldemort stared at Dumbledore, slowly changing his position, like a venomous snake ready to attack, "Old man, your behavior is worse than mine."

He suddenly turned to Harry, with a provocative tone: "Harry, aren't you curious why I want to catch Neville?"

After that, he threw the prophecy ball high up. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, passed over Dumbledore's head, and finally landed accurately between Harry and Neville.

The two boys subconsciously took a step back, and no one took it.

"Heh, you should ask Lily why she knows that ancient protection spell?" He suddenly waved his wand, and a strong light burst out from the tip of the wand like gushing magma.

Almost at the same time, a fiery red light shot out from Dumbledore's wand and collided violently with Voldemort's magic in mid-air.

The two powerful magic forces madly resisted each other, and fierce fireworks burst out, like gorgeous fireworks. With a deafening explosion, they broke the surrounding tombstones into rubble.

The Death Eaters took the opportunity to take back their wands and rushed to attack the members of the Order of the Phoenix. The Longbottom couple and others who lost their wands suddenly became a burden, and Lupin, Harry, and Neville were caught in a dilemma.

The light of the spell was intertwined and dancing in the air. Harry and Neville stood together and tried to resist. Lupin was like an agile wolf, shuttling back and forth on the battlefield to attract more firepower.

But soon, reinforcements finally arrived. Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye turned wildly, and the spell hit the Death Eaters accurately. Old Mrs. Longbottom was no less inferior, protecting her son and daughter-in-law, and slowly retreating to the edge of the battlefield.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration spell made the Death Eaters defenseless, sometimes flying stones, sometimes suddenly appearing spikes.

Molly was like a lioness protecting her cubs. Her spells were fast and accurate, and she repelled the Death Eaters who tried to approach one by one...

The strong magic fluctuations spread like ripples, and soon spread throughout the entire Godric's Hollow. The air was full of the smell of magic, and the sound of lightning and thunder was endless.

Roger stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the colorful magic lightning, secretly shocked.

"Old bees are really unreliable. What about the temporary loss of spellcasting ability?" He frowned and whispered softly: "Why do I feel stronger? Is it an illusion?"

Dumbledore held the magic wand, and the magic power was like a huge wave, pouring out continuously. And Voldemort, who claimed to be the Dark Lord, could only retreat step by step under Dumbledore's offensive.

Facing Dumbledore's approach, Voldemort's red eyes flashed with an imperceptible fear.

He seemed to know that since ancient times, the left side of the wave has lost. So, the magic wand cleverly lifted up, and the whole person moved like a whirlwind.

At the same time, a deadly green spell shot out from the tip of the wand, heading straight for Dumbledore's face.

However, it missed.

The spell brushed past Dumbledore's shoulder and crashed into the church. The beautiful rose window was instantly shattered by the impact of magic, and the fragments fell like rain. The ancient clock tower was also overwhelmed and collapsed diagonally.

Dumbledore's counterattack was even more swift. His spells came like a storm, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Each spell contained a powerful force, which made the surrounding wizards feel palpitations. Many Death Eaters immediately moved away from the center of the battlefield, fearing that they would be affected.

Voldemort gritted his teeth and stared at Dumbledore viciously. Facing the flying spell, he had no way to retreat or avoid it!

So, he conjured a silver shield from the cold air. The surface of the shield was shining, ancient and powerful.

Dumbledore's spells kept hitting the silver shield, making a low and shocking sound, as if an ancient war drum was beating. Every impact caused ripples of silver waves on the surface of the shield.

"Why, you don't want to kill me?" Voldemort's voice came from behind the silver shield, with a hint of sarcasm.

His slender pale fingers tightly grasped the wand, and his scarlet snake pupils flashed dangerously in the reflection of the shield. "Or, you are too noble to do such a thing."

Dumbledore's expression was still calm, as if he was discussing an ordinary academic problem. He slowly raised his wand and approached Voldemort step by step.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was low and firm, "I must say that taking your life would not satisfy me."

"Humph, liar!" Voldemort roared, "There is nothing worse than death!"

Before the voice fell, a dazzling green light suddenly shot out from behind the shield. He launched a sneak attack, hoping to kill Dumbledore.

However, the fallen church bell flew from behind and blocked Dumbledore.

The moment the green light hit the bell, the entire battlefield was drowned by a deafening bell. The sound seemed to come from the depths of time and echoed in everyone's soul. The bell was instantly shattered by the impact of the spell, turning into fragments of varying sizes.

Before the fragments fell to the ground, Dumbledore's wand had already sprayed out a thin flame. This flame quickly wrapped around Voldemort and his silver shield as if it had life.

Under the light of the fire, Voldemort's snake-like face looked even more hideous.

"Catch me?" He sneered and waved his wand quickly. Under his control, Dumbledore's matchlock suddenly turned into a huge green venomous snake.

The reversed venomous snake spit out its core, swam down from Voldemort's body, and bit Dumbledore viciously.

Dumbledore's eyes were as calm as water. His rich combat experience, exquisite magical attainments, and peak physical condition made him very capable in the battle.

He waved his wand lightly, as if he was just brushing off the dust on his sleeves. The ferocious venomous snake was instantly chopped into pieces, turning into dots of green light and dissipating in the air.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with fear, and he hurriedly stopped the spell, not daring to approach Dumbledore rashly. He suddenly disappeared and then appeared at the far end of the cemetery.

"In that case, take a look at this." His voice echoed over the cemetery, full of coldness and arrogance.

His pale hands tightly grasped the wand and stabbed it into the ground. The moment the wand sank into the ground, a black energy spread around like ripples.

The entire ground suddenly rolled like boiling water. The originally solid stone walls and church ruins collapsed instantly under this force.

The Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting fiercely had to give up the fight and try to maintain their balance to avoid being swallowed by the sudden earthquake.

"What is he doing?" Harry shouted, he stood firmly with difficulty, his eyes fixed on Voldemort in the distance.

Not only Harry, but everyone present cast their eyes on the Dark Lord at the edge of the cemetery. Even Dumbledore frowned and fell into thought.

This was a spell he had never heard of or seen in his long magical career. He could feel the evil and death contained in it, far exceeding any known black magic.

The cemetery began to undergo horrible changes, as if it had turned into a bottomless swamp. Every inch of the gap in the earth was like an open pore, constantly spewing out dense black air. These black air carried a rotten smell that made people want to vomit.

Tombstones slowly sank into the ground, and countless bones rolled out from the ground. They collided with each other, making a creepy sound.

These bones seemed to have some strange vitality, wriggling on the ground, gradually pieced together into a complete skeleton.

"This..."

"He is summoning the dead?"

"Not the dead, but the skeletons!"

Harry was held tightly by Sirius, but he could not take his eyes off his parents' graves. In his horrified eyes, James and Lily slowly emerged from the soil, like an absurd and terrifying nightmare.

"No!" Harry let out a heart-wrenching roar, struggling desperately to rush over to stop Voldemort's evil magic.

Sirius hugged Harry tightly, his eyes also red. His eyes fell on the skeleton of his old friend, and his voice choked: "Harry, don't be impulsive!"

Dumbledore's expression finally became solemn. He realized that Voldemort had mastered an unprecedented black magic, trying to awaken the dead in this ancient cemetery to fight for him.

Although it was only the flesh and skeleton of the dead, it already had the prototype of necromancy. Once he could find a way to call back the souls of the dead, such as getting the resurrection stone, he could form an army of the dead.

"Tom!" Dumbledore's voice was unprecedentedly stern, "Do you know what power you are playing with? You are blaspheming death!"

Voldemort laughed wildly, his laughter was full of madness and pride: "Not blasphemy, Dumbledore, but victory! I will conquer death and become its master!"

"Dumbledore, do you know why I chose this place?" He laughed particularly grimly, "This should be your mother's body."

His fingers stroked the skulls, and then ordered: "Kill them!"

With Voldemort's order, hundreds of skeletons began to move slowly. Their bones rubbed against each other, making a creepy sound, like a symphony of hell.

Although their attack power is not high, they are extremely insulting.

As the only wizard village in the British wizarding world, Godric's Hollow is the burial place of many famous wizards in history. Many people present are descendants of these skeletons.

Voldemort can manipulate their bodies at will, but Dumbledore and others have to consider more things.

They were restrained, fearing that some rotten skeletons would suddenly collapse. Every time they waved their wands, they were very careful.

Dumbledore's mother, Candel, stood in front of him. Although she was not tall in her lifetime, her skeleton exuded an indescribable power at this moment.

Facing it, Albus actually lost the courage to cast a spell. His blue eyes were full of pain and hesitation, and the wand trembled slightly in his hand.

"Oh, Dumbledore, you are really kind." Voldemort smiled arrogantly, full of pride.

The next moment, he appeared above Dumbledore's head, like a vulture waiting for an opportunity.

Without any warning, the Avada Kedavra curse shot out suddenly, shooting at Dumbledore who was hesitant.

At this time, Fawkes was still a young bird and could not come to swallow the green light.

"Is Dumbledore going to die?" Bella and others exchanged glances secretly, their hearts full of joy.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore finally came to his senses. He suddenly let go of his mother's skeleton palm and raised his wand to block the unforgivable curse.

However, this action was not without cost. Kandel's bones pierced deeply into his shoulder blade, and blood instantly soaked his robe.

Dumbledore endured the severe pain and carefully pushed out his mother's hand bones. His movements were slow and full of apology, as if saying: "I'm sorry, Mom."

"This is impossible!" Voldemort shouted, "Fawkes is useless, you can't resist the unforgivable curse... Could it be!"

His eyes suddenly fell on Dumbledore's wand, and his voice was trembling with a trace of trembling: "Is this the Elder Wand?"