HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon had seen such a scene when he was watching Helga peeling off the dark wizard's memories in the Fairy Castle.

Professor Quirrell, with a turban on his head, was arguing with some people.

At the end of the scene, Jon vaguely saw what Quirrell said.

Helga said that what Quirrell was saying was that Voldemort, his master, was the savior of the world.

Jon didn't like this sentence very much.

In other words, he really doesn't like the word "savior".

In his "that" memory, even Harry was only called the savior. Even Dumbledore never used this word to put pressure on Harry.

Savior—actually a particularly ironic word.

Because the definition of savior is different for different people.

Harry Potter is the savior who defeated Voldemort, and Voldemort himself is not the savior of some dark wizards who have been suppressed by white wizards for hundreds of years?

It's just that one is the majority and the other is the minority.

There is no truth in this kind of thing. Voldemort failed, so Harry Potter was promoted to the altar. Even if there is no Harry Potter, someone else will appear.

The world that dark wizards want may indeed be good for pure-blood wizards, but if a world that may be better for them comes, they must destroy the original world and let those wizards who are destined to benefit make the decision.

If who should sacrifice for this new world, then why is there any need for that better world to exist?

If you can't even protect a world that's not good enough, and the world is even riddled with damage, then how can you have the dignity to talk about a new world?

The new world is fundamentally different from the new world.

People who want a new world have never asked those living in the original world if they want this new world.

Therefore, those who claim to be saviors will be crucified on the cross.

"I chose Harry Potter because I had some selfish motives."

Jon stared at the huge rock that could be vaguely seen in the distance: "Harry Potter is actually no different from other little wizards. After you told me about this idea, I have been thinking,

Where should you start writing this work of yours?"

"Hogwarts is the answer you gave me."

Joanne also looked at the rock: "But I think this answer is very good. At least in this magical world, there may be no place more suitable to represent all wizards than a magic school."

The two people didn't speak loudly. The deck was open and all the sounds were blown away by the wind, so there was no need to worry about being heard by others.

"Of course, after all, every wizard has to go through a period of study at Hogwarts."

Jon said calmly: "Harry Potter is destined to be different."

Perhaps this matter had been destined eleven years ago. When the famous Dark Lord was defeated by a child, the child would naturally be consecrated to the altar by wizards who did not know the truth.

It's not for anything else. Wizards need an emotional sustenance. They live in ancient and obsolete dogmas and are used to a life of being ruled by others. At least, they need leaders.

This leader can be anyone. It was and still is Dumbledore - that god-like man. But Dumbledore will die, so in order not to accept Voldemort's brutal rule, or not to be eliminated by Voldemort.

, they will naturally seize Harry, who is like a life-saving straw.

Of course, only British wizards would think this way.

After all, even if Voldemort really started a war, he wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

Britain is not the only country in the world that is shrouded in mystery.

"He will be different because he has an intersection with Voldemort. This is the beginning of the whole story. We will talk about this in detail later."

Jon turned his head, looked at Joanne's ears that were red from the cold, and raised his head.

"Go back and put on some clothes, it will be very cold here at night."

…

The beach is very cold at night.

Mr. Dursley was standing on a huge rock pointing to the sea. On the rock, there was a pitifully small wooden house.

"The weather forecast says there will be a storm tonight!"

He clapped his hands happily and said, "And this gentleman kindly agreed to lend us the boat!"

Harry was not happy at all.

It was very cold on the boat, and his thoughts were smoother than ever.

The reason why my aunt's family ran away so far must be because of me, and judging from my aunt's nervousness along the way, this matter must be serious.

It's very serious for them.

Is there anything worth guarding against?

It was such a simple thing to give the letter to me, but it had to go so far.

The waves stirred up by the cold sea water flowed down Harry's neck along with the rain, and the biting cold wind slapped his face. After what seemed like a long time, they finally came to the edge of the rock, and Mr. Dursley was rolling along.

He crawled on the ground and led the family towards the rickety hut.

There was a strong smell of seaweed in the house, and the cold wind from outside blew in through the gaps in the wooden wall. The fireplace was also damp and there was nothing.

The food Mr. Dursley brought was only a bag of potato chips and four bananas per person.

It's so cold here that Mr. Dursley can't even light a fire if he wants to.

But he was in a good mood, and Harry could see that he didn't think anyone would take the rain to deliver a letter in such a stormy weather - Harry thought the same, but this thought didn't make him happy at all.

…

Night falls.

Jon was still standing on the side of the ship. The strong wind carried the dark clouds and pressed them down heavily, but it was unable to blow his hair.

He is standing here practicing magic.

[Single-target defense magic·Mobile Fortress], even the violent wind cannot disturb the air around him, and that magic barrier blocks all external interference.

"Let me in."

Joanne walked out of the cabin and gathered her clothes. Jon responded and expanded the scope of protection for her - which also made him feel a little strenuous, because the transformation from single magic to group magic consumes more than just magic power.

It's so easy to double it.

"Rank is asleep?"

Joanne nodded and whispered: "I stuffed the page you gave me under his pillow. He has already slept to death. What are you going to do to him?"

"A little application of memory magic, it's nothing. I plan to let him protect you after I leave. Anyway, he has to stay in the country to deal with the company's affairs. There shouldn't be any inconvenience for you to live together, right?"

Jon described his thoughts and then asked: "You don't find it inconvenient, do you?"