Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"He still wants to know that prophecy?" In front of a large mahogany table, Dumbledore sat upright, put the fingertips of his hands together, raised his head, and looked at the station with his blue eyes. The black-robed man on the side asked in a deep voice.

There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

He is a little tired these days.

One bad news after another.

The recent attack on Arthur Weasley at the Ministry of Magic has made him even more nervous, which may mean that Voldemort's hand is now at the Ministry.

Their plan must be accelerated, otherwise more innocent people will be sacrificed.

The cruelty of the Dark Lord is now only the tip of the iceberg.

Dumbledore ran his strong fingers over a sheet of gray parchment, on which was written dense black letters.

The letter says news that has not yet spread and has not been reported by the Daily Prophet.

Durmstrang's current headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, died, in his office.

Died by Avada.

He collapsed in front of the desk, his chest was completely pierced, and the blood all over his body was drained.

The Killing Curse has no such effect. It can be speculated that he died after being tortured madly, and was brutally killed by cruel methods.

When a teacher went to look for him, he thought he was just asleep, didn't dare to disturb him, and left quietly.

Because there is no bloody smell.

It took at least three days to be fully discovered.

But the news did not spread.

for stability.

Even if Durmstrang's address is kept secret, it is obviously impossible to hide from a wizard of Voldemort's level.

And Dumbledore's itinerary was intensive. Not long ago, when he left Hogwarts, Snape couldn't even find him to report the information, the owl post was not safe, and no one could guarantee the information not intercepted.

Until today, the two had no chance to meet.

This is the new office of the Ministry of Magic's Emergency Security Division,

This is where Dumbledore used to stay.

For now, he is the only one here, as is this division, and now he is actually a bare commander.

Now his thick silver eyebrows are raised upwards, appearing to be in high spirits, forcibly suppressing his burnout.

He pondered what the reasons for Voldemort's pursuit of prophecy would be, and what effects it would have.

Voldemort is a paradox. He believes in his own power and is obsessed with the power brought about by the power above all, but he is superstitious about the ethereal things like prophecy.

If you were truly fearless, you would definitely scoff at this kind of thing.

His superstition eventually led to his defeat in the First Wizarding War.

In the original situation, Voldemort was at the height of his power in both mana and power, and the only wizard who could fight or even defeat him was Dumbledore, but this was meaningless.

Dumbledore couldn't kill Voldemort at all.

Perhaps his advantage is only in his age and a deeper understanding of magic.

But that doesn't help much in combat, because Voldemort can equalize this disadvantage in other ways.

For example, Avada Suoming.

This was the spell Dumbledore would not use, but which he could use recklessly.

Voldemort has more subordinates, even if the strength is uneven, but there are still a few powerful subordinates, and they are also free of scruples.

So most of the time, the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors are in a passive defense state.

Voldemort was still in his prime and made seven more Horcruxes.

If he had really been patient and forbeared enough to endure Dumbledore's natural death, perhaps the history of the wizarding society would have been completely rewritten.

But his everything was destroyed by the prophecy of a little-known witch and Snape's unintentional fueling.

A witch who often made wrong predictions, a guidance from the past, changed the course of the wizarding society, which may have been unexpected to her.

Trelawney's prophecy at the Hog's Head was overheard by Snape, who confided to Voldemort.

And Voldemort believed it.

After some reasoning, you will find that the details determine the outcome.

After Voldemort decided to kill Harry, Snape interceded with him, letting him just spare Harry's mother, the person he loved the most.

Voldemort complied, and he felt that he could give this request to the man who provided the information.

Subtle differences emerged.

If he had killed the Potters outright at the beginning, then maybe everything would have ended, but he gave Lily a chance to sacrifice.

If you kill it directly, it means that Lily has no choice and loses the meaning of sacrifice.

It was this that changed the final outcome.

"Don't kill Harry, please, have mercy, I can do whatever you want, kill me." These were Lily's last words before she died.

A nuance emerges, so that it becomes Lily dying for her child, the protective charm of love formed, and flicking off Voldemort's lethal spell.

The great mother's love made him fall from the clouds, and the mighty demon king has become a lingering soul, even worse than maggots, who can only wander in the jungle.

"Yes, he was eager to know the reason for his failure, maybe in the second half of the prophecy," Snape said blankly.

"There's no secret reason." Dumbledore shook his head, his long silver hair swayed, and said in a sigh-like tone: "It's not a secret, and I told him directly, He only pursues his own strength and ignores some other things, but unfortunately he does not believe it."

Snape remained silent, his entire body was hidden in a black robe, his body was tense, and he quietly looked at the old man in front of him, perhaps mired in boundless painful memories.

An unspeakable silence and an atmosphere of sadness suddenly filled the two of them.

They are all people who have been hurt for the so-called most powerful weapon and become stronger.

"Do you want me to tell him that?" Snape made a rare joke that wasn't very funny, his dark black eyes staring at Dumbledore.

"Of course not." Under Dumbledore's azure blue eyes, there was a ray of wisdom that was unique to him.

"You find Professor Trelawney for me and tell her..." Dumbledore slowly laid out his plan.

And in Monday's prophecy class, Professor Trelawney resumed her very hazy, incomprehensible class.

In a room full of incense, the light from the cloth-covered lamps and the less vigorous fire, which gave off an unpleasant odor, were very dim.

Trelawney sat down at a round wooden table and placed her hand, which was covered in shiny jewels, on the table.

Some students guessed that it was because it was too heavy, and she wanted to take this opportunity to take a break.

The female professor always wore a thick shawl and a pair of glasses that magnified her eyes several times.

She is starting class now.