novelones Chapter 17 The Magician - Reversed
Chapter 17 The Magician - Reversed
"I killed your parents," the Dark Lord repeated. "You think that's true?"
Harry had never heard the Dark Lord's voice like this, it was extremely cold, and he had never spoken in such a tone in front of him.
"It is obvious that Dumbledore used the lives of the three of you to make a trap in exchange for my failure."
It was as if someone had struck Harry hard in the heart, putting him in a very trance state, listening to the voice of the Dark Lord coming from far away in the sky.
"15 years ago, I stood at the pinnacle of England and almost took over the whole world. At that time, the situation was overwhelming, and I had the absolute upper hand. My opponents only dared to sneak in the dark corners, fully Victory is within reach."
"At this time, someone offered me a prophecy."
Harry heard his own voice, as if sleepwalking.The truth is being revealed to him, but he doesn't know if he can bear it, the leader of his wizarding world, the object of his admiration, the headmaster he respects the most... Harry is repeating that word, he doesn't even know if he should Say: "Prophecy?"
"He who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord has approached, born in the seventh month of a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times, and the Dark Lord marked him as his rival," said the Dark Lord. "It is The content of the prophecy he presented to me at that time."
"It...it means...what does it mean?"
"What it means," said the Dark Lord, "is that my old enemy, the only one who has the potential to defeat me, was born nearly 16 years ago at the end of July. The boy's parents have thwarted me three times."
Harry felt as if something was tightly bound to his body, and his breathing seemed to be difficult again: "Is that...me?"
"Maybe not at first," said the Dark Lord. "After I got the prophecy, I did my research. It could be applied to two wizard boys who were born at the end of July of that year. Their Both parents are in the Order of the Phoenix, and both have narrowly escaped my grasp three times. One is you, of course, and the other is Neville Longbottom."
"Then... Nanawei..."
"Harry, maybe you've noticed that there's another line in this prophecy 'The Dark Lord marks him as his rival'." The Dark Lord leaned close to Harry, stroking his scar with his fingers——Harry recalled that the Dark Lord Numerous touches on this scar—his breath caressed Harry's face, Harry felt a little uncomfortable, "I chose you, I marked you, from now on this prophecy has nothing to do with Neville Longbottom, it It's only about the two of us."
Harry didn't speak, he flinched slightly.
The Dark Lord seemed to notice Harry's unease, he smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, Harry, there are thousands of prophecies in the wizarding world, and no one expects them to be fulfilled, and the ones that do come true are always like blind Like a cat meeting a dead mouse, a prophecy will only be taken seriously when it is fulfilled."
"Of course, I didn't pay attention to the prophecy at the time. You know, there were a lot of people who cursed me to death, including some prophets with prophetic blood," the Dark Lord rubbed his finger on Harry's scar." If those so-called prophecies come true, I'd have died tens of thousands of times."
"That, that..."
"But this prophecy still attracted my attention. After all, it was the first to say that my opponent had not yet been born. You know," the Dark Lord reluctantly took his hand off Harry's scar, "I had already I'm about to rule the world, and if my opponent hasn't been born, at least I've got a very long time to rule before he grows up to be able to take on me. Very interesting, isn't it?"
"Anyway, I find it very funny that this prophecy was made in front of Dumbledore..."
Harry interrupted a little rudely: "Wait, Professor Dumbledore?"
The Dark Lord looked at Harry meaningfully, and said, "That's right, Albus Dumbledore. Besides, it was Sybill Trelawney who made this prophecy in front of him."
"Sybill Trelawney?" Harry's tone became weird, that crazy prophecy professor who never got it right once, who made fun of his doom predictions?Her prophecy?
"Oh, I know she made a lot of prophecies in front of you," the Dark Lord's voice was a little gloating, "I read the materials sent by my subordinates, they are very exciting and interesting, and you feel like you are dead when you see it. repeatedly--"
Harry's face flushed.
"In short, this prophecy comes from an unreliable prophet. At the scene of the prophecy, there is Dumbledore, a master of thought, behavior and memory. The family of two members of the Order of the Phoenix," the Dark Lord continued, stopping his daily teasing of Harry, "looked like a joke, or a trap, and I promised to spare Lily Potter. I didn't Going to deal with this, as long as I continue at my own pace, I will win."
"One day on the eve of Halloween, I drank a little wine and was not in a good mood. I wanted to leave the Death Eaters for a walk alone. It happened that someone mentioned this prophecy to me and presented me with information, telling me that Potter Where are the couple."
Harry's heart tightened.
"I was walking across the square alone, and a little boy came running up, his face was painted all over, and he said to me, 'It's a nice make-up, sir!'" The Dark Lord seemed to be completely absorbed in that night, "I I ignored him. At that time, I suddenly wanted to see the child who was chosen by the prophecy as my old enemy, he should be one year old."
The Dark Lord stopped, he paused, and stared at Harry: "Oh, you were so beautiful at that time, you were holding on to the fence of the cradle, looking up at me with great interest, and smiling at me all the time."
"I'm too relaxed," the Dark Lord said, "I knew that this prophecy had various problems, and it might be a trap, but I was alone, and I didn't prepare for anything..."
The Dark Lord seemed lost in his own thoughts, and for a while he did not speak.But Harry's heart has been hanging in the air, he wants to hear it, but he doesn't want to hear it, he can guess the result, after all, the facts are in front of him, about his own life, about the failure of the Dark Lord, about the death of his parents .
Harry finally couldn't hold it anymore, he wanted to know the truth, even if it penetrated: "And then?"
Shadows gathered on the Dark Lord's face, and Harry thought he was going to lose his temper, but he finally said simply, "Then your mother cast an ancient and powerful black spell with her life, and it bounced back. Vada Kedavra. You survived, and I lost my body, hovering on the edge of life and death, lingering on, until I was resurrected 15 years later."
"dark magic……?"
The Dark Lord smiled maliciously: "A very praiseworthy black magic has a very nice name - the guardian of love. Guided by blood and obsession, he sacrifices his soul and life to protect you until you Adulthood. The caster's soul is scattered, not reincarnated, but the effect is outstanding, and it can even rebound Avada Kedavra, and make it impossible for anyone who is malicious to you to find you or approach you."
Harry felt cold all over, almost unconscious.His heart is like a deep well of despair, dark and bottomless, and his words are fished out of this well: "The soul flies away, and it does not enter the cycle of reincarnation..."
"For many wizards, death will start another journey, and those who are unwilling to go on will stay in the world and become ghosts. Your mother will never be able to choose these two paths, and she will never leave any traces in the world."
"Oh, I think I have to remind you one more thing, Harry," the Dark Lord patted Harry's head lightly, with a gentle and intimate attitude, which did not match the content of his words at all, "Your mother You know, such ancient, profound, dangerous and powerful black magic with serious consequences cannot be known by a girl in the Muggle world, and I think your father, although born in magic family, but his studies—he shouldn’t know such magic, and even if he did, he wouldn’t want his wife to learn it.”
"I admit that I have underestimated the enemy," the voice of the Dark Lord seemed to come from a distance in the clouds, and Harry didn't want to hear, think, or know everything, "I didn't expect Dumbledore to be so cruel , I guess your mother didn't expect such serious consequences when she used this protection. I admit that many mothers are willing to die for their children, but it is really too much to lose all possible futures for their children..."
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry murmured, "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have done that, it's all your guessing..."
"What do you think Dumbledore is?" The Dark Lord gently lifted Harry's chin, making the boy who had fallen into chaos look directly at him, "The kind Santa Claus?"
"He has been standing at the top of the wizarding world for more than 100 years and has controlled the situation in the wizarding world. People have put the position of Minister of Magic in front of him countless times, and he can take it as he pleases - we are the same in this choice, we all Did not accept this position," the Dark Lord's voice seemed to come from the temptation of hell, luring Harry slowly into the abyss, he said, "Do you really understand him, Harry?"