Chapter 62 The lion is in his old age, only to seek the same return
When the adventure team suddenly cooperated to control Professor McGonagall, Snape on the other side was unaware of the original plan.
As he said, Harry Potter faced his fate.
In this ancient castle that suddenly became cold and solemn, he grabbed the protagonist Harry with one hand and walked slowly forward, ignoring the awe-inspiring eyes of the same Death Eaters around him, with a cold face, and came to the corridor on the fourth floor, and finally opened a half-closed door.
In the original story, the interior space of this corridor room is the secret passage leading to the basement of Eris' Mirror. In order to prevent the stolen magic stones, the six teachers of Hogwarts subjects respectively blessed their respective protective measures. However, in the final stage of the first part, the six layers of linked defense measures did not stop Rocky, who was possessed by Voldemort, but caused the subsequent threes of the protagonist Harry to suffer.
However, these six carefully prepared chain traps were originally intended to stop weak thieves and curious students. Their warning effect was greater than that of lethality, so it was naturally impossible to stop the Death Eaters who were rushing in like a tide. Therefore, in this world of different developments, they did not play any role and were completely cracked without playing any role.
In the upper room, the three-headed dog Lu Wei, originally tamed by Hogwarts ranger giant Hagrid, guarded the movable door panel leading to the underground passage. However, when Snape and his men stepped into the door, the hideous and loyal giant beast had completely lost its vitality. On the carpet that was soaked with dark red blood, the huge demon dog was spread on it in a curled posture, with its eye sockets protruding outward and its limbs limp. When the two stepped past it, they could clearly hear the sound of "kak" bone shattering from the fluffy hair.
Obviously, the bones on the giant beast's body were broken, and its limbs were tightened inch by external brute force, and then they suffocated to death.
Next, in the underground passage more than ten meters above the bottom, there was originally a fine devil network. This large net that looked like hundreds of vines, relying on the unique biological senses of the plants to see through any invisibility and visual deception, would be enough to break anybody who attempted to pass. However, after a huge magic flame, there were only a bunch of black ash powder residues on the wall of the passage at this time. Without any obstacle, the two walked silently to the gate of the secret passage below.
Next was the open door in the basement, and the hall behind, where the wizard chess formation was originally placed, were full of large pieces of broken stone sculptures. Obviously, the dark king who was eager to pass had no interest in playing chess, and directly used violent means to destroy these revived chess statues. After passing through the hall, there was a coma monster lying on the ground, and then, there was no obstacle.
At this point, the two finally arrived at the end of the passage.
There is no decoration or setting in the empty hall of more than 100 square meters. It is spotless pure white. A wide square mirror three meters high is placed in the center of the hall. In front of the mirror, there is a figure standing like the original work. Of course, it is impossible for it to be the dead Qiluo, but a short and fat figure.
"Um..." At this moment, the protagonist Harry Potter, beside Snape, suddenly covered his forehead and moaned in pain, gradually awakening. The figure with his back to the two of them turned his head and showed a facial features without hair and beard, like a wax figure.
"Hey, isn't this our savior?" The extremely abstract face showed a pleasant smile, and said in a hoarse and cold voice: "This grand performance is just in need of your appearance."
As he said that, the man turned to look at Snape who was silent on the side and said coldly: "Severus, your mission is over. Now, you can leave."
Hearing this ruthless scolding, the Potion Master's face suddenly became ugly, but he lowered his head and exited the room respectfully, leaving only two people behind.
"Are you... Voldemort?" At this time, Harry Potter gradually adapted to the burning pain of the scar on his forehead. Although he was a little drowsy, he roughly understood his situation and was not panicked. He just gritted his teeth and asked, "Snape is indeed the villain who does things for you. Are you going to kill me?"
"How is that possible?" The villain who occupied the new body was stunned and then smiled and said, "On the contrary, I will protect you and let you live safely forever, because..."
"You are my amulet that saves my life..."
As he spoke, the Dark King, who was a little happy to grasp the situation, was not in a hurry to do it, but talked about his own experiences, and even more. From being abandoned by his biological father when he was a teenager, bullied in an orphanage, to being brought to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, and finally being influenced by the theory of bloodline, the most thorough explanation was the secret connection between him and Harry Potter, and the magic principle of the soul that splits the soul. Although he did not point out the number and direction of his Horcrux, he focused on the strange identity of Harry's "Living Horcrux".
"So...my brother, I will never hurt you, because as long as you are still alive, I will never die completely no matter how many times I am killed. Dumbledore and others mistakenly thought you were my nemesis, but they didn't understand that you were actually the son of Voldemort!" When he said this, the cunning and profound dark demon king finally expressed his purpose when the protagonist learned the truth and felt excited.
"So... Harry, think about it, what would happen if Dumbledore and the others knew the truth, would they still trust you like that? Think about it... The Death Eaters who died in Azkaban every year, they are just my unworthy subordinates, and they are tortured. Life is worse than death. So what kind of treatment will you be treated as a protector of my life?"
The eleven-year-old boy was silent for a moment and asked hard, "What do you want me to do?"
Voldemort, who was consciously bewitching his success, smiled slightly, turned around, pointed to the smoothly glittering mirror, and said softly: "Look... I only have shadows and a ball of steam left. If it weren't for my subordinate Peter, I wouldn't even have a body and could not protect you at all. There is a magic stone hidden in this mirror, and this stone can give me a brand new body. Now... Harry, only you can take it out. For the future, you only need to take one step forward, and hand the magic stone to me in front of the mirror."
The boy with black hair scars raised his head and said in confusion: "Can the Philosopher's Stone... really resurrect people?"
"Even magic can't defeat death and resurrect the disappeared person," Voldemort shook his head, his voice floating unconsciously: "But it can give souls who are wandering in life and death, but have not truly died, a new body, a chance to return to this world."
"I get it..." Harry Potter nodded calmly, suddenly showing a determined look, "You killed my parents... I will never help you. Since you will live forever as long as I don't die, then let us die together!"
As he said that, the boy who had been lowering his head suddenly pulled out a short silver dagger from his arms under Voldemort's frightened gaze and stabbed it directly into the soft part of his chest. This fierce and fierce stab was extremely hard, and it was definitely enough to pierce the vital points of the heart. Within a few seconds, he created a rapid death that could not be rescued even by magic.
If it weren't for the rainbow-like seven-colored light that turned into a gurgling water-like substance, and at that moment it swept away the dagger in his hand like a silk belt.
The colorful light curtain like a tide then scattered into the sky and fell down. The black-haired boy felt his shoulders sink slightly, and a broad and white palm slapped him, and then a gentle voice sounded from behind.
"Harry... Although sacrifice is a virtue, it is out of love and despair, not the prompting of despair. Let an old man like me do this."
The old magician with white hair as white as snow and long beards walked out of the mirror with a kind smile.
"Tom... Long time no see," the old man with narrow eyes showed a happy smile, looking at the Dark King who had retreated to the door on the other side at some point, and suddenly said softly: "Tom, if you just leave like this, who will I give this little thing?"
The man who was about to escape heard this and stopped at the door, but could no longer move. He just looked at the old man's outstretched palm greedily, staring at the blood-red oval stone on his palm, making a dry and buzzing sound: "You can't kill me, Dumbledore, no matter how many times you defeat me, it will only make me reborn again..."
"Once again, hiding weakly in the wet and cold corner, possessing the rats and worms and ants to survive? Then, like in the past twenty years, I have broken my body again and again until the power of the Death Eater completely disappeared, and I can never find the next body that is willing to let you coexist?" Dumbledore shook his head and said with a smile.
"I can wait... As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, I will never die, but you, but you cannot escape the passage of time and will eventually turn into a pile of dead bones!"
"So I borrowed Meller's Philosopher's Stone, and I can live for a long time. As long as you still exist for one day, I can watch over you," said the old man, "Think about it, this time you have exposed all the remaining power of the Death Eater. Even if you can escape, this last Philosopher's Stone will never be able to get it. The former Dark King can only remain in a ball of steam forever and suffer torture. It's so pitiful."
Although he said this, Dumbledore changed his subject the next moment: "Tom...Vodemort, if you really want to survive, then take this magic stone, abandon those Horcruxes, regain your true body, and fight me for the honorary duel of a wizard. Only those who survive will have the future."
Voldemort was shocked, and suddenly realized the idea of this old enemy, and said in a daze: "Don't you want to live?"
However, this seemingly insulting brainless speech was not denied by the old man opposite.
"It is worthy of being my most proud student," Dumbledore was stunned, but showed a complicated look, holding the Philosopher's Stone with his backhand, and his voice became distant: "Tom, whether we admit it or not, our time has passed. The dictatorial man in the Muggle world you believe in was proven to be a mistake forty years ago. Forty years have passed, and the Muggle world has become more prosperous and changed. However, the British wizarding world remains unchanged, still living in your shadow, not... living in my shadow."
The old man showed a tired look, and his old voice slowly rose: "The world is always changing and moving forward, but people only live in the years of their growth. Many times, I always like to recall when I was young, Lilith, my sister, and that lovely girl, died in my hands seventy years ago. My lover Greenward, even if he is known as the greatest dark wizard, is still old and no longer the energetic boy."
"The storm of the past few decades is like a long dream. I clearly sat in the principal's office of Hogwarts, but I felt that it was still in the disappearing past. I had seen Muggle phonographs, but I could not understand the current mobile phones, and I had also been on a steaming ship, but I could not believe the plane that had slid across the sky... New things are always coming, children are always growing up, but my thinking is already fixed, no matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with this era. As long as I am still here, no matter whether I want or not, Hogwarts will always stay a hundred years ago, because I, a bad old man, don't know how to make it younger. A hundred years ago, we watched Muggles walking in carriages in market towns, and we could laugh at their clumsy and slowness. Now, even the most advanced flying brooms are not as fast as Muggles' rockets."
"I have met the Nicomele couple. They live in the ever-changing castle, always tasting the food and fashion from centuries ago. Apart from these things that have long been abandoned by the world, they dare not and cannot touch everything outside. They have nothing except life and nothingness. Life is worse than death. Even if the wizards can maintain their eternal healthy body, their hearts cannot last like diamonds forever. Those treasures of memories are the destination of a person's soul. Tommy, since it was my own hand that made your mistake, then let me completely end you when I am still alive..."
As he said that, the old man was like a twilight lion, spreading the magic stone in his hand, his eyes drooped, and said lightly: "I originally wanted Harry, the child, to complete his mission, but the Forbidden Forest and you just met, told me that he was too young and needed time to grow up, but I couldn't wait... You can choose to lurk again, and then I will also choose to use the magic stone to live and bind you. Now that the Death Eater has completely destroyed you, you have lost the only chance to make a comeback, and the next is just eternal torture."
Voldemort was silent for a moment. The demon king who once set off a dark age finally showed his courage to live up to this body and sneered: "You want to use the magic stone to resurrect my body, make all the Horcruxes invalid due to resurrection, and completely destroy me again, but why don't I want to completely knock you down head-on?"
As he said, the man turned around and walked back, saying, "Don't worry... Albus, after you die, I will completely rule the wizards and the Muggle world. Perhaps as you said, since my time has passed, let me destroy their future and let my will become the only thing!"
Just the next second, the third cold voice suddenly rang out: "It's a pity... you can't get it."
At the same time as this sound, there was a burst of orange light.
Blood splattered everywhere, and his arm holding the wand tightly cut across the plane of the light of the sharp blade. Before the short staff that had collapsed in the air fell to the ground, they were cut back and forth by the orange-red light that followed, and finally turned into several pieces of fragments all over the sky.
The source of the red light was the eyes of the boy who was not prepared for the old man, who was opened by the coma curse behind him.
The white-haired wizard who lost his right hand turned his head in a daze.
The black-haired boy slowly changed, pulled up and expanded, and finally turned into a teenager.
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(PS:
I have repeatedly reviewed and pondered the original work in recent days, but I vaguely realized that at least in the first story, Dumbledore has been secretly creating the opportunity to face Voldemort alone.
A "accidental" encounter in the Forbidden Forest happened to happen after something happened to the Forbidden Forest. Harry entered the Forbidden Forest alone, but after he fainted from Voldemort, he was immediately rescued by the people who rushed over, and there was no danger at all.
The so-called "Six Guardians" are even more ridiculous. The wizard chess is to trip Ron and the potion is to keep Hermione. The remaining four methods seem dangerous, but there is no fatal one. Obviously, it is impossible to stop Voldemort. The final result is just to allow Voldemort to hurt other students and directly face his destined enemy Harry Potter.
Of course, this may be the old man who wants to confirm the prophecy of "Harry Potter defeated Voldemort" and see what magical power Harry Potter has. When Harry Potter shows his ability, he will wait patiently. However, if there is no special plug-in for the protagonist's halo, I think this old man who smiles and jokes about his own death in the future actually hopes to jump out and resurrect this old devil who hinders the progress of the times and then dies together.
"Where are treasures and where is the heart" - the world is always unpredictable, and the human heart only lives in the era and place of love.
Chapter completed!