Hogwarts time travel

When Dumbledore came back, he saw Hermione and Stijl looking at him strangely.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore was a little puzzled.

"Nothing." Hermione shook her head again and again.

Dumbledore scratched his head and led Harry outside.

The two left the castle quickly, and then walked towards the wilderness outside the castle. After a while, two Aurors landed in front of them on broomsticks.

Under their brooms hung two hooded men, who made a dull sound when they fell to the ground, as if they had fallen hard.

"According to the minister's order, they are all criminals with a sentence of more than 200 years." said the Auror in the lead.

"Say hello to Alastor for me." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"We will." The two Aurors nodded, looked curiously at Harry next to them, and quickly flew away on a broomstick.

Voldemort stepped forward and touched the necks of the two, and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the blow just now did not kill them.

"Aren't you wondering who these two are?" Dumbledore said, "They were your former subordinates."

Voldemort seemed unmoved, "I've said many times that I'm not the old Voldemort, and I'm tired."

Dumbledore chuckled twice, watching Harry's black air coming out of his mouth and nose, and when the black air was about to leave his body, he suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore frowned. Could it be that Voldemort changed his mind?

"I can't leave for the time being. There is an ancient magic on Mr. Potter's body. It protects Mr. Potter's life, and at the same time blocks my way out of Harry's body."

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the magic spell that protected Harry's safety would now become an obstacle to Harry's safety.

"The spell is very complicated, it may take a little time." Voldemort's tone was helpless.

"Can I help?" Dumbledore asked, eager to get Voldemort out of Harry.

"Probably not, this is the grievance between Voldemort and the Potter family." Voldemort sighed meaningfully.

He had never dreamed of meeting the people Voldemort had killed in the past, let alone gaining the forgiveness of the dead.

It’s ridiculous.

The black air from Harry's mouth and nose subsided, and gradually moved towards the scar on Harry's forehead.

As if entering a different dimension, Voldemort's consciousness appeared in a small town.

The town looks very prosperous, and there are Muggles coming and going, living in harmony without disputes.

Voldemort walked along the small road in the town, and at the end of the road, he found a small yellow two-story building with a small garden at the door.

The door opened, and a couple walked out. They kissed each other intimately. The husband took a briefcase, got into the car at the door, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

The wife watched her husband leave, and her eyes fell on Voldemort.

Now Voldemort looks like a young man in his 20s, and he looks good.

"Hello, young man, are you here to find someone in Godric's Hollow?" the wife said with a smile, her hair glowing red against the sunlight.

"Yes, an old friend, or... someone who owes money." Voldemort took a few steps forward.

The red-haired woman smiled and sent out an invitation: "Come to my house and sit down. It's not too late to find someone."

Walking into the house, the furnishings inside are very warm and neat. It can be seen that the hostess of this house loves cleanliness. The most striking thing is the large photo on the wall. Voldemort thinks it should be a wedding photo, because the two people on it are All dressed formally.

The strange thing is that in the photo, the red-haired woman is smiling sweetly, but the face of the man who is her husband is blurred, as if it has been deliberately erased.

"Sorry, I'm taking the liberty to ask, what's your name?" Although Voldemort had some guesses in his mind, he still asked.

"Lily, you can just call me Lily." The red-haired woman, oh no, it was Lily who said heartily.

Lily poured a cup of tea for Voldemort, ran quickly into the inner room, and soon carried out a swaddling baby.

"Is this your child?" Voldemort asked deliberately, "His name..."

"Harry." Lily had a motherly smile on her face, "It's a good name, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Voldemort looked at the baby with a complicated expression. "He will do a great job."

"Actually, it's not necessary." Lily said, "He doesn't need to be a high-ranking official, and he doesn't want to be rich, as long as he is a good person and happy."

Lily's eyes were full of love, "This is all I expect from him."

Is this mother love?

Voldemort looked at Lily blankly, as if something soft touched his heart.

If I hadn't been abandoned back then, what would I be like now?

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet." Lily suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Well, Tom, you can just call me Tom." Voldemort said the name he didn't want to mention.

"Oh, that's a good name." Lily laughed.

"Is this a good name too?" Voldemort was a little dumbfounded, "It's just a very common name."

"I'm just being polite, please don't expose me." Lily smiled playfully.

Voldemort couldn't help laughing too, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice into the room, scattering a radiance.

"I came here to find you, ma'am."

"Me?" Lily was a little stunned. She had lived here for more than ten years and never knew that she knew this person.

Could it be his distant relatives?

"I killed you, and I killed your husband." Voldemort said frankly.

Lily couldn't laugh or cry, "Please don't make such a joke, isn't my husband and I living a good life?"

"Are you really alive?" Voldemort said quietly.

At this moment, the door was opened from the outside, and a man whose face could not be seen walked into the room.

"A visitor, dear?" said the man.

"Yeah, he's Tom." Lily took the briefcase and whispered into her husband's ear, "But he was a little strange, saying that you and I have already been killed by him."

"Ha!" The man let out a short laugh, looking at Voldemort.

"Sir, you are probably delusional. I suggest you go to the town police station. There will be police there to help you. If you don't want to, you can stay with us for one night."

"Then stay for one night." Voldemort said lightly.

The man didn't expect Voldemort to be so thick-skinned, so he coughed twice.

"Ahem, in that case, Lily, you can help this gentleman clean up the room."