HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Lupin's calf was blown off, and Madam Pomfrey took good care of the wound, and then waited for the leg to recover slowly.

Gloria knew that Harry was going to look at Snape's memories, and that time he would understand that he would eventually face death.

However, Voldemort has the Horcrux Nagini, so he is still immortal.

And if he doesn't die, Harry won't die.

But she had to go, after all, Harry wouldn't really die.

Voldemort would definitely check because of his failure the first time, so she had to help hide it.

After everyone in the castle talked for a while, they began to collect the bodies and look for the injured.

"Draco, I'm leaving soon." Gloria talked to the boy in the corner, "It's not over yet, but I think everything will be settled after dawn."

Draco didn't even have time to wipe the dirt off his face. In the previous battle, he had witnessed the cruelty of war.

"Lori, do what you want. I believe in you." The boy said as always, "End this war."

The two didn't say anything more, just hugged each other quietly.

Time passed in silence. After a while, Jörmungandr returned to her side. "The boy is out."

Gloria realized that Harry had finished reading the memory, and she looked up, "I have to go, wait until I get back."

Draco felt her fingers slip from his palm.

Gloria cast an Disillusionment Charm and followed Harry.

Earlier in the castle, she left the sword of Gryffindor to Neville and asked him to watch out for the giant snake around Voldemort.

After walking in the Forbidden Forest for a while, Gloria saw Harry lift up his Invisibility Cloak, bend down to take out the Golden Snitch, and then say something to it.

She watched quietly from behind a tree not far away.

Then Harry's parents appeared, and she didn't know why she could see them, the Potters looked so young.

Harry was saying his final goodbyes to his parents, and he believed that his fate would end when he stood before Voldemort in a few minutes.

Harry put his Invisibility Cloak back on, and the ghosts of his parents followed him.

When they reached the location of Voldemort and the others, Harry dropped the Resurrection Stone, and his parents disappeared.

But Gloria understood that they were just invisible to the naked eye, but they were actually still with Harry.

When Harry faced Voldemort, Gloria picked up the Resurrection Stone he had dropped.

Maybe later on, she could use this to see her mom and dad.

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Harry saw Hagrid and was very happy that this good friend who led him to the magical world was not dead.

The shrill laughter of the Death Eaters and Hagrid's sobbing.

Finally, Voldemort whispered, "Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived - comes to die."

Harry thought a lot.

Ten bitter years spent at the Dursleys' house.

On the night of his eleventh birthday, Hagrid told him that he was a wizard and his parents were also wizards.

The first time I went to Diagon Alley, the first time I bought school robes and books, and the first time I held my own wand.

Ron, Hermione, Leah, Sirius, Lupin...

These names flashed through my mind quickly.

Finally, there was Ginny's fiery red hair, looking lovingly into his honey-colored eyes.

Harry slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, he could hear nothing and he seemed to be lying on the ground.

Why do I still have feelings?

He should be dead, there's no way Voldemort would let him go.

When I opened my eyes, everything around me was white.

He was lying on the ground, naked, like a newborn baby.

Harry sat up. There were no wounds on his body, and even his glasses were gone.

This place was like a huge Room of Requirement. As long as he thought about it, what he wanted would appear. He put on his clothes and didn't know where to go.

But he is not the only one here, there is also a strange thing.

His whole body was red, as if he had been skinned, and he curled up on the ground and shivered.

Harry felt that he should help him, but he didn't know how.

"Harry Potter," a voice called to him.

Harry looked up and saw a tall, thin figure standing not far away, but his face could not be seen clearly because of the backlight.

The man slowly approached, and he finally saw the other person's face clearly.

His face is very similar to Sirius, with black curly hair and grey eyes. His temperament is not as sharp as Sirius's, and he looks like a gentle person.

"You...you are Regulus?"

"It's me. You are really brave to have come this far." He put his arm around Harry's shoulders like a kind elder. "Come on, let's go sit over there."

Regulus looked very young, and of course he was very young when he died, perhaps just eighteen years old.

Harry gradually felt that the surrounding scene was very familiar. Isn't this King's Cross Station?

"You died, and I died too, so why are we the only ones here?"

Regulus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking at him sideways, "This is a difficult question to answer. I am indeed dead, but you, I don't think that's entirely true."

"I'm sure of that." Harry wanted to touch the lightning scar on his forehead, but here he was like reset, without the scar. "I didn't resist and let him kill me."

"Admirable dedication." Regulus's brows deepened with joy. "It is this willingness to die that makes you truly free."

"I know that if I die, the part of my soul that is inside him will die too."

Knowing this, he came to the Forbidden Forest alone.

Harry turned his head to look at the strange creature shivering under the chair.

"what is that?"

Regulus said: "No one can help him. He will stay there forever, his consciousness surrounded by fear, and he will never wake up."

Harry stopped worrying about the thing and said, "If I'm not completely dead as you said, but there's no one to block it for me this time, and there's no magic to deflect the Killing Curse."

"Think about what he did to you, to be able to kill you." Regulus reminded gently.

Harry thought, his eyes passing over the familiar station, then resting on the stunted life.

"He took my blood and rebuilt his body."

"Yes, if he knew this would be the consequence, he would never touch your blood, but he is Voldemort, he doesn't care how powerful the magic of love is." Regulus said with emotion: "Your blood flows in his body, Lily's spell exists in your body, as long as Voldemort is not dead, you will not die."

He continued, "The first killing curse Voldemort cast on you was rebounded by Lily's motherly magic, leaving him half dead for more than a decade. When his killing curse hit you the second time, it had to take away a soul. You couldn't die because of Voldemort, so the remnant of Voldemort's soul that was stuck to your soul became the target."

Harry glanced again at the shrinking, whimpering being.

Regulus straightened up and leaned back in his chair, "So that's why you're here."

"You seem to know a lot." Harry was no longer confused and uneasy, but was willing to chat with him. "Then do you know why I was able to defeat his borrowed wand?"