Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 349: Last enemy

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After hearing Sirius, Harry was very surprised.

He did not expect that his father actually had a duel with Gryffindor in the illusion. Although he finally lost, it was also amazing.

The opponent is a powerful Gryffindor. Not every wizard(s) has the qualification to challenge, which itself is a recognition of his father ’s strength.

He took a few steps forward to the black stone platform, feeling his legs shaking.

Beside him, Centaur(s) Magrey looked at him expressionlessly, with a trace of impatience in his expression.

The elder Centaur(s) elders completely retreated into the shadows without sound.

Harry took a deep breath and was ready to accept the challenge.

He did n’t look back at everyone ’s encouraging eyes, but clenched his fists and kept telling himself not to be afraid, no matter what he saw in the illusion, he could not flinch.

Maybe he can play a duel with Gryffindor like his father did, or face countless Acromantula and dementor(s) like Ron. These are not problems, but if they are tested for magical knowledge like Hermione, then they are not good at themselves.

Harry thought about it deliberately, and he didn't realize that he had entered the illusion until he recovered.

The time is still late at night, and the stars in the night sky have not changed much.

After a cold wind blew, Harry could not help but shivered.

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

This is not Hogwarts or Privet Drive. He can be sure that he has never been to this place before, but he has a sense of familiarity.

"Lumos!" Harry pulled wand(s) out and looked around with caution.

He was standing in a small alley, with big, dilapidated houses standing on both sides of the narrow alley, all dark and without lights, or even no sound at all.

Not far in front is a small square, which is the center of this small village.

Harry walks slowly, the cold wind at night is like a needle stick on the cheek, passing more houses along the way, they are all dark and uninhabited.

It is getting closer and closer to the square. Harry sees a huge male wizard(s) statue in the center. He held wand(s) high in front of his left hand, and rarely held a silver sword in his right hand. This statue and Ivan, The image of Gryffindor described by Hermione is very similar, maybe this is himself.

Just as he looked at the statue, there was a sudden sound of fighting and a woman crying in a house in front of him.

Harry raised his head in a hurry, he saw that the door of the house was open, and a faint candlelight was lit in a room on the second floor, which was particularly prominent in the darkness.

His heart beats so fast that he almost jumps to his throat.

Unsurprisingly, the test he was about to face was in this house. He did n’t know that anything was waiting for himself, and the darkness around him was suppressed to the extreme.

"Is anyone there?" Harry ran to the door and shouted loudly, "Who is inside?"

No one responded to him. The lobby on the first floor was a mess. Obviously, he had just experienced a fierce duel and someone broke into the room from the outside.

Harry walked a few steps inwards and stopped suddenly in front of the fireplace. He couldn't believe it. He looked at a picture placed on it. It was actually his parents, with a baby in his mother's arms and a happy smile on his face.

Harry finally knows where this place is, this is his home.

"This is Godric's Hollow, this is my home, where I was born!" The heartbeat of Harry is almost stagnation, and I can't believe it.

He even forgot that this was the illusion created by Gryffindor. There was only one thought in his mind, and he went home and returned to this place where he used to be.

If there is no Voldemort's, he will grow up here and spend every holiday.

He will invite friends to come to play at home. There may even be younger brothers and sisters, and his mother will make him a birthday cake instead of celebrating alone.

Harry wiped out the tears that suddenly burst out. He had imagined this kind of thing more than once when looking at old pictures of his parents. Just as he was going to look closely at the surroundings, there was a woman screaming and pleading from above, which was the sound he heard when he met dementor(s), it was his mother's cry.

Harry finally understood that this is the night when Voldemort broke into his house, and the misfortune affecting his life is about to happen.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the second floor frantically.

Harry knows he must hurry up. He wants to see his parents. If he is fast enough, he can even rescue them from Voldemort.

He exhausted all his energy and held wand(s) tightly in his hand. Harry gasped and climbed up the stairs, and then he saw it, and saw a man with black hood standing at the stairway with a cold smile, so cruel.

At his feet, a figure of a man and a woman lay.

In the corner of the corner, there is a small cot where a child is making a weak cry.

"No!" Harry shouted loudly, he knew the two people on the ground were his parents, they died, they were killed by Voldemort!

Soon, it ’s your turn.

"Except for your weapon!" Harry shouted loudly, rushing up regardless of it.

Voldemort flicked the Harry's spell with a light flash, he quickly waved wand(s), and a turquoise light hit Harry who was rushing.

Harry fell down, he did n’t know what magic Voldemort had cast on himself, as if it were Binding Curse, he could not control his body, but his consciousness was exceptionally sober.

He saw his father falling in the pool of blood, and his empty eyes were full of unwillingness.

His father's right hand pushed forward hard, as if he wanted to hold his mother's hand before he died, but he slumped down on the floor.

Harry wanted to yell, but couldn't make a sound.

He can only watch Voldemort step by step towards himself in his baby age, a cold voice, and then a dark green light flashes.

There was a burst of tearing screams in Voldemort. His evil spell was bounced back and knocked himself down. He turned into a black smoke and escaped from the window.

Harry cried a lot. He felt a bit of pain from scar on his forehead, and the world in front of him was breaking fast.

He knew that he would leave here to return to reality soon, and he tried to look at his parents, hoping to see them for the last time.

"You failed, although you have courage, but you can't defeat yourself. Remember, the last enemy to be destroyed is death!"

A male voice full of magnetism rang from the void. This was the last impression of Harry. He did not understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Harry is still immersed in the great grief of the death of his parents, and he hates Voldemort's.

When he regained consciousness, he had returned to the Centaur(s) temple, and he was lying on the black platform with tears silently. (To be continued.)