Chapter 442 A Night in Godric's Hollow (Part 4)

Some uneasy feelings arose in Voldemort's heart. He had just casually sealed the entire area with magic power, but the Chinese woman was not as he imagined.

From the feedback from the magic power, he felt that he had killed something, but he did not see the woman's body.

He checked carefully with magic power, but there was no one in the house in front of him.

While resisting Avada's Kedavra, he disapparated and left. He didn't quite understand why this Chinese woman was able to break through her own magical blockade. It could be said...

Voldemort stopped, as if he wanted to check it out himself.

Fan Lin can understand what is going on. Grandma is proficient in space magic and can pass through even Hogwarts defensive magic.

This kind of magic update is like the disembodiment of a house elf. You know, a house elf can pass through many magic prohibitions, not to mention this simple magic blockade.

But Voldemort obviously didn't understand. He felt death. He could almost believe that the woman died in the dimensional space when she was taken away.

He obviously has more important things to do than this woman.

According to that prophecy, only one of two people can stay. Voldemort was very confident that he was the one who stayed.

At least, no one in the wizarding world can stop him now, as long as he doesn't touch some taboo places, such as forcibly attacking Hogwarts where Dumbledore is, or where Nicolas Flamel has been entrenched all year round. Beauxbatons.

However, Hogwarts will eventually fall into his hands. As long as he surrounds it, the people here will be like a bunch of prisoners, and he will be immortal.

Just solve this prophecy.

Yes, as long as this damn prophecy is solved, everything will be in his hands.

Voldemort paused for a moment. Fan Lin didn't catch Voldemort's trajectory at all. Voldemort appeared at the door of Harry's house.

It seemed like Lily and James Potter were still enjoying life.

They are all carefully manicured lawns with skills learned from Muggles. There is no trace of magic and they are completely Muggle-like.

The orange light looked very soft, and through the blinds, strips of light were scattered on the lawn.

There are unknown flowers growing in a corner of the garden, and their fragrance makes the whole house very warm.

The people in the house didn't seem to be aware of the danger. At this moment, no one could help them. They could only rely on themselves.

"It's really...ridiculous..."

Voldemort's voice was very soft and slow. He had always been like this, as if nothing mattered to him.

To deal with two slightly stronger Aurors and a prophesied child, this is just a matter of a few spells. If Voldemort is willing, he can even stand here and destroy the entire house.

But Voldemort didn't intend to do this. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing his opponent die with his own eyes. It had been a long time since anything had given him such a feeling of anticipation.

He wouldn't mind playing a little longer.

Voldemort pulled out his wand from his robe. Having learned a lesson, Voldemort increased the strength of the blockade. Fan Lin saw that the entire Godric Valley was shrouded in black.

These are all Voldemort's methods. There is nothing more fun than the fight between trapped beasts.

Voldemort seemed to smile, and Fan Lin felt a little chilly in his heart.

He had seen the young Voldemort, to be precise, Tom Riddle. Compared to before, Voldemort's heart was already in an extremely twisted state.

Voldemort looked confident.

With just a tap of his wand, the door of the garden opened gently.

Voldemort used the smallest amount of magic power to achieve the best results, and Fan Lin could hardly detect the fluctuations in Voldemort's magic power.

However, the defensive formations in the house were clearly responsive.

"James, someone has come in." Lily frowned, holding Harry with both hands, but this did not affect her judgment on magic power.

"I'll go take a look." James said, the defensive magic was arranged by Lily.

It's like a combination of a spear and a shield, with James being the attacking corner.

"Be careful, this magic makes me feel very uneasy, to be precise, it is very cold." Lily said, she shook Harry's body gently, and then she still felt very bad.

"We should trust Dumbledore and Peter. No one will betray us. The Loyalty Curse is not a simple magic. Our position is safe."

"You'd better be more cautious." Lily frowned. She was very relieved about Dumbledore, but she was really worried about this cowardly Peter.

"I'll send Harry up first, and then I'll come down."

James nodded, and Lily turned and went upstairs. She had to get Harry settled, otherwise...

James turned around and took out his wand from his pocket. Years of fighting had made James carry his wand with him at all times to ensure that he had full combat effectiveness at all times.

"Who is it?" James bent over. The light here was a little dim, which made his vision a little blurry.

The night outside was very cold, and James felt that his hair was standing on end.

This feeling is very bad, it can be said that it is very dangerous.

"Who broke in..." James said loudly, pointing his wand at the door of his house.

...

Lily felt a little uneasy. She carried Harry back to Harry's room, but Harry, who was usually very well-behaved, suddenly started crying, which aggravated Lily's irritability.

She wanted to go downstairs quickly. Someone broke in. Obviously, this person was an outsider who was not recognized by magic.

The only people who could easily enter her house were Peter Pettigrew and Dumbledore. This person broke in by force. Lily only felt a little bit of cold magic, and then all the defensive magic she had arranged was like a hole.

The magic did not fail, but at the door, it was like a hole was torn.

Obviously, the person who came was far more powerful than her own, otherwise, this defensive magic could only be completely shattered, and it was impossible for just a door to be torn open.

Harry's crying became louder and louder. Lily wanted to put Harry down, but Harry would not let go. It was difficult to calm down the child's temper.

"Why not hand him over to me, Miss Lily? It should be your honor." (To be continued)