In her panic…
Lily didn’t immediately notice anything unusual.
But her movements suddenly became sluggish.
Then…
She froze completely, unable to move.
At that moment…
Despair consumed her once again.
The only person among the Death Eaters capable of casting such a seamless spell to restrain her…
Was him.
If he had arrived…
Then James was almost certainly beyond saving.
“Oh, my dear Miss Lily…” “And where do you think you’re going?” A noseless man approached with a smile.
Charlie was still in his dragon form.
He carefully examined the newcomer.
There was no mistake.
It was Voldemort himself—the master of the Killing Curse.
Under the current circumstances…
Charlie and the others stood absolutely no chance against him.
He had to be extremely careful.
“Oh?” “I never expected you to be raising a little dragon.” “My foolish servants have all been reduced to ashes.” “I suppose that was your doing, wasn’t it, little one?” Raising a dragon?
Charlie rolled his eyes internally.
You’re the dragon.
Your whole family are dragons.
The very next instant…
Charlie was blasted away.
His body slammed violently into the wall.
Damn…
that hurts.
He’s not holding back at all.
“Little one.” “I’ll deal with you later.” “If you submit to me…” “I won’t kill you.” Voldemort gave Charlie what he imagined was a charming smile.
It only made Charlie shudder in disgust.
“Lily.” “Step aside.” “I gave someone my word.” “I won’t take your life.” Voldemort still clung to the tiniest shred of principle.
“Please…” “You can kill me.” “But I beg you…” “Please spare my children.” Lily pleaded desperately.
She had no other choice.
She hated lowering herself before these people.
But for the sake of her children…
She would do anything.
Even now…
She still held onto the faintest hope that Voldemort might let them live.
She would gladly trade her own life for theirs.
“My dear Lily…” “You’re still far too naïve.” Voldemort chuckled softly.
His eyes held nothing but contempt for life.
Only disdain.
“Goodbye…” “You filthy Muggle blood.” “Avada Kedavra!” The Killing Curse shot forward.
The terrifying magical pressure made even the ground tremble.
“No!” Lily cried out.
She threw herself forward without hesitation.
Shielding Harry with her own body.
Harry burst into terrified sobs.
Lily held him tightly.
An ancient magical power radiated from her body.
Then…
Everything changed.
The Killing Curse rebounded.
Charlie slowly let out a breath.
There was no opportunity anymore.
It had unfolded exactly as history recorded.
To protect Harry…
His mother had sacrificed her life.
The power of love had reflected the Killing Curse.
Voldemort was struck by his own spell.
His death was imminent.
And Charlie and Harry…
Would become orphans.
Charlie felt powerless.
Truthfully…
He had already developed genuine feelings for his parents in this life.
But he was still too young.
There had been nothing he could do to change the outcome.
“AAAAAAAH!” Voldemort let out a shrill scream.
He appeared to be in unimaginable agony.
Charlie watched him coldly.
Waiting for him to die.
His mother no longer showed any signs of life.
Harry had been completely terrified.
Now…
Only Voldemort and Charlie remained conscious inside the house.
“How…” “How is this possible?!” “Damn you, Lily!” “Impossible!” “My magic…
how could it be reflected?!” “AAAAAH!” “Damn it!” Voldemort’s entire body twisted violently.
As though enduring endless torment.
His agonized screams echoed without end.
Yet…
Charlie gradually sensed something was wrong.
What’s going on?
Why isn’t he dead yet?
Come on…
Die already.
Wait…
Don’t tell me he isn’t going to die?
A terrible feeling crept into Charlie’s heart.
After all…
The course of history had already changed.
For example…
He had become Harry’s older twin brother.
And this time, Voldemort hadn’t come alone.
He had brought several Death Eaters with him.
It wasn’t impossible for something unexpected to happen…
[After witnessing someone cast an exceptionally powerful Killing Curse, through your God-Tier Comprehension you have comprehended the Silent Killing Curse.] …
Charlie’s eyelids twitched.
Well…
Talk about perfect timing.
“AAAAAAAH!” Voldemort roared again in agony.
Black smoke poured from his body.
His life force visibly faded.
But…
Once it reached a certain point…
It stopped.
“Hahaha…” “Hahahahahaha!” “I’m not dead!” “You filthy Muggle spawn actually thought you could kill me!” “Hahahaha!” “Impossible!” “Absolutely impossible!” As expected.
Charlie’s guess had been correct.
Voldemort hadn’t died.
A cold breeze swept through the room.
In the stillness of the night, it sounded strangely out of place.
At that moment…
Voldemort was drenched in sweat.
A terrible sense of danger suddenly gripped his heart.
He spun around.
The little fire dragon had disappeared.
Standing there instead…
Was an innocent-looking infant.
The baby was holding Lily’s wand.
A faintly amused expression rested on his tiny face as he looked directly at Voldemort.
The next second…
Voldemort froze.
A Killing Curse shot toward him.
It struck him squarely.
“AAAAH!” “Why?!” “Why is this happening?!” “You’re not a dragon!” “You’re Lily’s son!” “How is this possible?!” “Impossible!” “How can you know Transfiguration…” “And the Killing Curse…” Voldemort completely lost his mind.
What shattered him most…
Wasn’t being struck by the curse.
It was the child standing before him.
The scene was simply too absurd.
A baby…
Had flawlessly cast the Killing Curse.
Without even speaking the incantation.
Everything Charlie had just displayed…
Demonstrated a level of talent beyond comprehension.
For the proud Voldemort…
Such a wizard should not exist.
He would never allow someone that gifted to live.
Hand it over, you old monster.
Charlie snorted inwardly.
He poured every ounce of magical power he had into the Killing Curse.
One minute later…
The already gravely wounded Voldemort finally died.
Before his death…
The look in his eyes as he stared at Charlie…
Was incredibly complicated.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Fear.
Jealousy.