hotmtlnovel Chapter 2 Kneeling before parents, vowing to kill Voldemort
Chapter 2 Kneeling before parents, vowing to kill Voldemort
Although it was martial arts, the Dursleys had no idea of such skill and thought it was magical, so they timidly recounted some past events.
It's a long story, but it can be told in a short time. The couple talked back and forth, and Harry listened with a sigh.
Life is truly unpredictable; I never imagined that I would come from a family of magicians.
Back in the Liangshan Mountains, Gongsun Sheng, the Cloud Dragon, taught a few slow-staff techniques to dozens of people, but he alone attained enlightenment.
At the time, the heroes all claimed that they were lucky to have obtained the skill, but now it seems that it was passed down through blood.
Harry then looked at Petunia and said, "My aunt and my mother are from the same mother, so why don't you know magic?"
These words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and Penny's long face contorted in a riot of colors, like a paint shop opening. She exclaimed, "What? Me? I don't care! I'm normal! Unlike, unlike those freaks!"
Seeing the sharp-tongued woman's frantic, flailing movements, Harry burst into laughter, "She's probably got the will but not the life!"
Penny was even angrier.
Upon seeing this, Vernon was determined to stand up for his wife.
Just as he grabbed the stool leg, Harry continued, "Do my aunt and uncle know how my parents died? Were they really in a car accident, without even a proper burial?"
Every word was like a knife to the heart. The Dursleys turned ashen-faced, their eyes turning away, and Vernon released his grip.
Harry sighed, "Fine, fine, I won't ask any further."
That being said, my heart is not what I meant.
He never forgot the green light in his dream, and each time it flashed by, he was startled. He was determined to find out the truth about this matter.
Let's stop talking nonsense.
Harry replied immediately, and that afternoon there was a knocking on his door.
The door slammed shut like thunder, sending wood chips and dust flying, and the house shook violently—even a dragon turning over couldn't have done more.
The Dursleys, as if struck by lightning, scrambled up the stairs. Vernon, protecting his wife and children, roared, "Boy! What have you attracted?! Get it out of here!!!"
Harry snorted, went to the kitchen to grab a watermelon knife, tucked it into his waistband, and headed towards the door.
He gripped the knife hilt with his left hand behind his back, and reached forward with his right to open the door. A creaking sound, like an old woman's groan, was heard, and a huge, dusty creature came into view.
"Oh! I'm sorry, this door is a bit too small..."
The enormous thing grumbled as it squeezed in, the doorframe rattling so loudly it seemed about to burst. The Dursleys, trembling, almost ran away.
Once he entered, revealing his full form, Harry stared intently and saw that the man was over ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, as strong as an iron tower. He wore a mole-skin coat and a leather belt with a brass buckle. His beard and hair were disheveled and tangled, resembling hundreds of severed iron wires.
Harry was delighted to see him; what a towering figure! Even his senior brother, Zhishen, would look like a frail scholar here!
He bowed respectfully and asked, "Whom does this valiant hero seek? May I ask your name?"
Looking at Harry, Iron Tower looked puzzled. Is this... little Harry? Why is he talking so strangely?
He glanced again at the Dursleys, who were trembling like leaves, and was certain that the little boy in front of him was Harry Potter.
Iron Tower Man looked at Harry with his bright black eyes and smiled, "Oh, Harry, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper and custodian of the keys at Hogwarts."
"The last time I saw you, you were just a little kid. You look a lot like your father, but your eyes are like your mother's..."
Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Vernon yelled and interrupted, "Sir! I want you to leave immediately! This is trespassing—"
"shut up!"
Harry yelled, and Vernon's body trembled violently, and he hurriedly fell silent. That kick early in the morning had hit the mark perfectly, and even now his leg was occasionally sore and weak.
Harry's eyes lit up. "Brother, do you know my parents?" he asked.
elder brother?
Oh, those running Gorgons! What exactly did the Dursleys teach little Harry?
Hagrid forced a smile. "Of course, I'm very good friends with your parents! But Harry, just call me Hagrid."
Harry asked urgently, "Brother Hagrid, do you know how my parents died? Were they in a car accident?"
"A car accident? That's what they told you?! That's slander! Defamation! Defamation!"
Hagrid flew into a rage upon hearing this, leaping up like a Titan battling Zeus, which terrified Dali so much that he almost drowned.
His eagerness grew with each word, and Harry pressed on, "Brother, just tell us already! Don't keep us in suspense!"
Upon seeing this, Hagrid sighed, sat down again, and began to recount his story.
It is:
A bloody massacre swept through the valley, staining the Potter family's clothes with blood.
James Lily's soul departs, and her young son Harry faces a miraculous peril.
The demon cast a deadly curse, which backfired and destroyed him, leaving him with no hope of recovery.
Who can unravel the mystery of life and death? Harry's name will forever be legendary.
Although Hagrid spoke hastily, Harry was lost in thought, as if he had returned to Godric's Hollow, where the green light was dazzling and the chilling laughter echoed endlessly...
"Harry?"
Hagrid called out, and Harry shuddered, his soul returning from Godric's Hollow to Privet Drive.
Knowing how his parents died, how could Harry possibly sit still?
He immediately cut his hair and bowed, saying, "I hope my brother will take me to Godric Valley so that I can recognize my parents and fulfill my filial duties!"
Hagrid suddenly felt troubled. "Oh, Harry, I don't know if I should take you with me..."
"Brother, just leave the details, I'll go there myself!"
Harry is the son of an old friend, how could Hagrid not be at ease? Seeing his insistence, he had no choice but to agree.
He squeezed out of the room, Harry followed closely behind, and the two boarded a flying motorcycle and sped away.
The house was deserted. As the Dursleys came down the stairs, Penny peered out like a ghost and asked, "Will he... will he come back?"
After closing the door, Vernon collapsed to the floor. "He'd better not come back."
As the flying motorcycle soared through the sea of clouds, Hagrid, wanting to amuse Harry, hadn't spoken when he heard Harry ask from behind, "Brother Hagrid, what's the Dark Lord's name?"
"Oh, Harry, nobody wants to mention his name, he's absolutely awful..."
"Even writing it down isn't allowed?"
Hagrid shuddered. "Oh...oh! Well, I'll only say it once, his name is...Voldemort."
After he said that, even the motorcycle trembled.
After an hour or two, when it got dark, the flying motorcycle stopped in a village.
Hagrid led Harry into the village, where a stone tablet stood depicting a couple holding a baby.
Hagrid said, "This is... your parents, James and Lily, a monument that everyone has erected here."
As they walked, they came across another dilapidated house, standing out starkly from its surroundings.
Hagrid said, "This is your old house."
In front of Potter's cottage stood a wooden board with blessings left by passing wizards.
The two then went to the cemetery. Harry stood in front of his parents' graves, where a line of text was inscribed: "The last enemy to be destroyed is death."
Looking at his parents' gravestones, Harry was overcome with grief and burst into tears. He knelt down and kowtowed three times, crying, "Father! Mother! Your son has returned!"
The sobbing was plaintive and heart-wrenching. Hagrid turned away and wiped his tears, thinking to himself that James and his wife had raised a very filial son.
Just as he was about to step forward to comfort him, Harry suddenly drew a knife from his waist, sliced his palm, and swore an oath in blood, "Father! Mother! I, Harry James Potter, swear I will not rest until I have killed Voldemort!"
Youfenjiao:
At his parents' graves, Harry vowed blood revenge, his heart breaking and tears streaming down his face.
Swearing to kill the demon and seize his head, to avenge our family and friends, a sea of blood will flow.