Chapter 1278

"What is this?"

Harry stepped back in horror, watching a group of rapidly twisted figures coming out of Bathilda's limp body.

Those dark, unidentified objects dripped onto Bathilda's body like liquid and disappeared.

Rather than saying that something was coming out, Harry felt that what he saw was more like a spring.

Will the Sword of Gryffindor come out of Bathilda's body?

Harry shuddered involuntarily, and the cold touch made every pore of Harry open. Looking closely, a black mist was wrapped around Harry's body at some point.

Harry took a step back, but it was like a signal.

The black spring continued to bulge out, and then it turned blood red almost instantly under the gaze of Vanlin and Harry. A strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of corruption in the room rushed into the nostrils of the two in an instant.

Then, without any warning, a blood-red giant python rushed out from the spring, as if it had sucked all of Bathilda's strength in an instant. It was visible to the naked eye that Bathilda's body shrank like a punctured ball.

Without time to think, Fanlin rushed out almost the moment the python moved. A white shadow flashed by, and Fanlin's claws slammed heavily on the head of the blood-red giant python.

However, the facts proved that although the cat-shaped Animagus enhanced Fanlin's speed and strength, due to the limitations of its own species, the Animagus state brought Fanlin more enhancements in speed, reaction, and agility. As for strength...

Cats never trouble giant pythons, right? Especially now, it was not a real python.

At the moment of contact, the detection from the spirit suddenly became alarm bells, and it was not clear how much damage it had caused. The blood-red python was only slightly blocked, and then its tail whipped Fanlin's body like a whip.

If I had to describe it, it felt like being hit by a high-speed car. There was no resistance at all, and with the pain, Vanlin hit the wall on the left side of the house at a faster speed.

"Vanlin!" Harry shouted and wanted to rush out, but Bathilda's python did not give Harry this opportunity. Its head shook, and then it continued to rush towards Harry with its mouth open.

Harry held the wand in his hand, but he was bitten by the snake as soon as he raised the wand. The powerful bite on his forearm made his wand fly out of his hand to the ceiling.

The rotating wand emitted a light that made people dizzy in the room, and then with a puff, the light went out.

Darkness enveloped this small space again, and it was purer than before, completely dark, without a trace of light.

Next, the giant python did not attack Vanlin. Its snake tail swept across Harry's abdomen, which almost made Harry unable to breathe. Immediately, Harry knew what kind of severe injury Vanlin had just suffered. Harry felt that his ribs were all broken.

A huge force made Harry completely lose his balance, and his body was thrown out uncontrollably. The intimate contact with the wall made a loud noise, and then he fell on the table full of clothes, and fell headfirst into the dirty clothes...

But the giant python did not stop attacking.

Harry tried hard not to faint, and rolled to the side on the table, barely avoiding the snake's tail that brushed over again. When Harry landed, glass fragments fell on his head like rain.

"Get out of my way!" Harry heard Fanlin's roar in a daze, and then a handful of blood or something splashed on his face, mixed with the warm liquid in his nostrils, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

The violent magic shock made the house briefly restore light, and the giant python finally broke away from Bathilda's body and flew out. Now, except for Bathilda's clothes, there is no object related to Bathilda on the ground.

Fanlin covered his abdomen with one hand. The damn python almost broke his spine. If it weren't for the unknown material chain mixed in Fanlin's bones, Fanlin would have been killed on the spot in the Animagus form.

But now it's not much better. Fanlin feels that there are cracks in his bones, and his internal organs are like a mess. A long wooden thorn pierces his lower abdomen from the side...

It seems that she heard the movement upstairs. Hermione shouted the names of the two people and rushed upstairs.

Fanlin almost didn't have time to inhale enough air to answer Hermione's shouting. The blood-red giant python saw him in contact with the Animagus form and immediately gave up chasing Harry.

Before he could see clearly, Fanlin could hardly make a judgment in the state of brain hypoxia.

Suddenly, a heavy and slippery object knocked Fanlin to the floor and slid over his body forcefully. Then, the giant python's cold body wrapped around Fanlin, and the blood-red skin made a corrosive sound when it came into contact with Fanlin's magic cloak.

"No!" Fanlin gasped and said, now Fanlin felt that his chest was being compressed together.

"Ha... Harry..." Fanlin whispered, but Harry didn't seem to hear it. In the dark, Harry fumbled for his wand to help Fanlin, but Harry almost didn't have the strength to stand up.

"Wand... Wand flying..."

Mixed with gasps, like a broken bellows, the ribs seemed to pierce Harry's lungs.

But sadly, nothing happened. Harry couldn't concentrate and the spell failed.

"Come... help..." Vanlin said with difficulty. He could only use his hands to try to stop the snake from tightening around his body. The air in his lungs was almost squeezed out. A cold, wriggling thing was only a few inches away from his neck. Now Vanlin's mind was full of cold white light, all consciousness was annihilated, his breathing gradually weakened, and he could only hear footsteps in the distance. Everything was moving away from him...

The heart in his chest seemed to stop beating, as if he was trapped in some illusion. Vanlin saw Harry fall down, and then Hermione, Hermione...

At some point, like a few seconds, or a lifetime, the giant python that sprang out of Bathilda's body had let him go.

Perhaps it was determined that Vanlin was dead, or maybe Voldemort needed someone alive?

Fanlin struggled to get up, and with the dim light downstairs, he saw the snake was about to attack Hermione.

Hermione screamed and jumped aside, and her shattering spell hit the window with the curtains drawn, and the window was immediately broken into pieces, and the cold air outside immediately filled the house.

Snowflakes flew in with a whirl. It was Christmas and it was snowing outside.

Consciousness was gradually returning to Fanlin's body, and with it, more intense pain continued to transmit dangerous signals from every inch of Fanlin's body to the brain.

Fanlin quickly ducked to avoid the attack of another wave of glass shards. As soon as he took a step, Fanlin kicked something.

Harry was struggling to stand up. Fanlin noticed the wand at his feet and kicked Harry.

At this moment, the blood-red python was whipping various places in the room with its tail.

Now Fanlin couldn't see where Hermione was, which made Fanlin think of the worst result.

However, suddenly, with a loud bang, a flash of red light flew in from the corridor. The aftermath of the blasting spell threw the snake up, and then it coiled and flew towards the ceiling.

Harry seemed to be fully awake. He raised his wand. At that moment, Harry's scar began to hurt violently, more painful than any time in so many years.

"He's coming! He's coming!" As Harry shouted, the snake fell down, making a crazy hissing sound, knocking down the shelf against the wall, and broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, everything was in a mess.

Hermione rushed in again.

Like a potential explosion, regardless of the blood lost from the wound, Fanlin took a step forward, and then grabbed the black shadow tightly. He knew it was Hermione.

"We have to leave here!" Harry screamed.

Fanlin only then realized what Harry meant, but the snake stood up again.

A strong bloody aura spread out from the blood-red body. Only then did Fanlin notice the difference of the snake. It was more ferocious. The snake's head was covered with thick stratum corneum, like iron armor, wrapping the snake's head.

This was not a Horcrux.

Fanlin could conclude, but what he could confirm was that it was Nagini's body.

But Fanlin knew that something more terrible than the snake was coming, and it might have already arrived outside the door.

At this moment, Harry's headache was about to explode from the scar.

Without saying anything, Fanlin dragged Hermione and Harry to run and jump to avoid it. The snake made a loud sound and was about to attack them again.

Hermione screamed: "There are many obstacles!"

Her spell flew across the room, blowing up the dressing mirror in the wardrobe, and the fragments flew behind them.

Harry felt the heat wave scorching the back of his hand and the fragments cutting his cheek. They jumped from the bed to the broken table, and then jumped directly out of the window without glass.

As they were in the air, they could even hear Hermione's screams echoing in the night...

Then Harry's scar almost exploded, he was Voldemort, he ran through the stinking room, he clutched the windowsill with his slender white hands, he saw the bald man and the thin woman and the brain in the cloak twisted and disappeared before his eyes, he screamed furiously, the sound mixed with the girl's screams, across the dark garden, drowned out by the Christmas church bells...

His screams were Harry's screams, his pain was Harry's pain...

Right here, right where it happened before... Here, in the house before him, it was here that he almost knew what death was like...

Death...

It hurt so much...

It felt like it was tearing Harry's body apart... But if he didn't have a body, why did his head hurt so badly? If he died, how could he still feel unbearable pain? Wouldn't this pain go away with death? Wouldn't it go away...

The night was damp and windy. Two children dressed as pumpkins staggered across the square. The shop windows were decorated with paper spiders and gaudy Muggle ornaments...

He walked forward slowly, feeling that a historic moment was coming... a great moment closely related to the future and power.

There was no anger, because anger was born for the weak; he only had uncontrollable ecstasy... Yes... He had waited too long, looked forward to it too long...

"Sir, your clothes are so beautiful!" A little boy ran to him. When he saw the face shrouded in fear and pain under the hood, the little boy's smile disappeared and he quickly turned around and ran away.

… He ran his fingers over his wand under his robes… One simple action would have prevented that child from ever seeing his mother again… It could be done, but it was not necessary, very unnecessary…

He walked to another, darker street and saw his destination. The Red Loyalty Charm had expired, and they didn't know it yet... His movements were softer than the sound of fallen leaves sliding on the street, and he walked toward the dark side. The dark fence, and then stepped over it...

The curtains were not closed, and he could clearly see them in the small living room. The tall black-haired man wore glasses, and colorful smoke came out from the top of the wand in his hand. The little black-haired boy in blue pajamas was amused. , the child smiled and tried to catch the smoke with his little fist...

The door opened and the boy's mother walked in. He couldn't hear what she said. Her long crimson hair fell on her face. The father took the child to his mother, then threw the wand on the sofa and stretched out a hand. He yawned lazily. He pushed the door open a crack, but James Potter didn't hear it. His pale hand took out his wand from under his cloak and pointed directly at the door. The door suddenly opened...

He stepped over the threshold, and James hurried down the hall.

It was easy, so easy, he didn't even have a wand...

"Lily, take Harry and run! He's coming! Run! Run! I'll hold him back!"

Hold him back? You don't even have a wand in your hand and you're trying to hold him back! ...He smiled, and then said, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light illuminated the narrow hall corridor, illuminating the stroller and pushing it against the wall. The stair railings shone like a lit stick under the green light, and James Potter looked like a puppet with its strings cut off. Fall down...

He heard the scream of the woman downstairs and was trapped, but as long as she was still conscious, she had nothing to fear... He walked up the steps and watched her trying to protect himself as if watching a show... There was no wand in her hand. ...How stupid, how trusting in others, thinking that your safety is so safe with your friends, so safe that you can even throw away your magic wand...

He forced the door open and waved his wand lazily. The chairs and boxes piled at the door were cleared away... She stood there holding the child.

As soon as she saw him, she put her son in the crib behind her and stretched out her hands to block him in front of him, as if that would work, as if she could take Harry's place by blocking the front...

"Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!"

"Stand aside, you stupid woman...Stand aside, now."

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, kill me, kill me instead of him..."

"This is my last warning..."

"Don't touch Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please... I can do anything..."

"Stand aside! Stand aside, you woman!" He could have told her to get away from the crib, but it seemed more convenient to punish them all together... The room glowed with green light, and she fell down like her husband. .

The child, who had not cried all this time, stood up and clutched the crib rail, looking at the intruder's face with interest. Maybe he thought it was his dad under the cloak, getting him some prettier lights, and that his mom might appear smiling at any moment...

Very carefully he pointed the wand at the little boy's face. He wanted to see it happen, to see the destruction of this inexplicably dangerous man. The child began to cry loudly, and he saw clearly that this person was not James. He didn't like the child crying. He never tolerated the crying of those little things when he was in the orphanage...

"Avada Kedavra!" And then he completely collapsed. He became nothing but severe pain and fear. He had to hide himself. He couldn't stay in this dilapidated house with children crying desperately. He had to be far away... far, far away...

"No," he groaned. Snakes crawled on the dirty floor. He killed the boy, but he himself was the boy...

"No……"

Now he stood by the broken window of Bathilda's house, lost in the memory of his profound defeat. (To be continued)