Green light blazed through the small bedroom.
Voldemort gave a savage smile, cruel and cold.
But the next moment, his smile froze. An inexplicable surge of deep crimson magic suddenly erupted from the helpless infant before him.
The magic swallowed the Killing Curse with overwhelming force, then swept through the entire room. Everything within Su Er's sight was torn apart and shattered by it.
That included Voldemort, who stood with his wand raised.
The scene froze for an instant, then collapsed in the next.
Su Er was only a spectator in this memory. He could not feel how powerful that magic was; he could only watch Voldemort's body shatter in an instant like a glass falling to the floor, leaving nothing but a mass of pitch-black mist.
He could see the bewilderment and terror that flashed through Voldemort's eyes a second before his body shattered.
The deep crimson magic swept back, and the black mist fled in abject panic like a stray dog, escaping through the shattered window before the magic could return.
But however promptly the black mist Voldemort had become reacted, the returning crimson magic still tore an almost imperceptible wisp from its tail and merged back into the wailing Harry's body along with it.
Under Su Er's gaze, a lightning-shaped scar flashing with red light appeared on Harry's forehead.
Amid Harry's cries, a figure appeared in the bedroom doorway, his expression stricken with panic and fear.
"Lily!!!"
The scene gradually faded, and Harry's cries and the hoarse, desperate shout grew more and more distant.
Su Er felt a pair of hands settle on his shoulders and pull him into a somersault. His feet touched the ground again, and light returned before his eyes.
"That was more or less what happened." Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out as he