Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 230

c230 resurrection stone

Think about those eyes of Lily!

Snape walked back to his office in a daze, with this sentence still echoing in his mind.

Compared to nostalgia, he felt more angry.

It was obvious that when Cyrus said this, it was no different from Dumbledore. This was simply a spell to control him. As long as he said it, the man named Severus Snape was immediately caught!

But what could he do?

He could only be willing.

What’s more, now he can only look for Lily’s shadow from Harry’s eyes. Thinking of this, Snape felt that teaching Harry to learn brain occlusion did not seem to be such a difficult thing to accept, except that he had to face the face that was at least 80% similar to James Potter at the same time.

This inevitably made Snape feel that it was reminding him that Lily and James finally walked together. Although they died, they were even buried together.

Of course, it was not only Snape who felt pain and suffering. Harry was also very uncomfortable.

He couldn’t understand why Cyrus asked Snape for help. He believed that there were a lot of wizards who could block brains in the world, especially Cyrus himself or Dumbledore. There was no magic that they couldn’t do.

“But it was Snape!” He stuffed a large piece of pumpkin pie into his mouth angrily. Hermione and Ron, who were sitting next to him, couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him when they heard him talk.

If Hagrid was good to Harry, then Snape was bad to Harry.

Gryffindor lost more points because of Harry alone than in all previous years combined!

“Did he explain why?” Ron asked while eating, shaking his shoulders. He stuffed his mouth full, so Harry spent a little time to figure out what he was saying.

Why?

Maybe he didn’t want his last days to be so comfortable!

Harry complained in his heart.

He still felt that he would eventually have to die in order to destroy Voldemort. Thinking of this, he became sad again. The happier he was in Hogwarts, the more afraid he was of death.

Sometimes he would think that it would be better to let him die now, at least he still has the courage to face death, but what if it’s two years later? He couldn’t guarantee that he would not be greedy for the happiness in this world, would he be reluctant to leave Ron and Hermione, of course, he and Ginny are also good friends now.

“What’s wrong with you, Harry?” Hermione noticed Harry’s low mood.

“Nothing…” Harry pursed his lips hard, closed his eyes, and blinked away the tears beside his eyes.

He couldn’t tell anyone about these things, because he knew that if they knew, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would definitely question Cyrus.

They would ask Cyrus to think of other ways, and Harry also hoped that there were other ways, but if there were, Dumbledore might have eliminated Voldemort more than a decade ago.

“Okay, then when will you go to Snape?”

“Twice a week, Wednesday night and weekends.” Harry replied.

Perhaps because of Cyrus’s order, Snape specially increased Harry’s course load to ensure that he learned brain blocking before the third project.

“But I don’t understand why he’s so anxious. Don’t you have to participate in the competition?” Ron asked.

“Who knows, maybe he wants me to kill Voldemort in the third task.” Harry made a joke, but Ron was frightened by her words.

“Don’t say that name, okay? He’s too scary!” Ron almost dropped the food in his hand.

In the past, Harry might have emphasized that they should not be afraid of the name itself, but after the battle in the Department of Mysteries, he no longer corrected them harshly.

Everyone was scared at the time.

Although Ron was not at the scene, he was scared to death just by listening to Harry and the others’ story.

If Cyrus and Dumbledore had not arrived in time, he would probably have lost his sister and his two best friends at the same time.

Hermione and Ginny were also pale. When they were in front of Voldemort, they seemed to be frozen and dared not move, but every inch of their skin seemed to be burned by flames.

Especially when watching Voldemort insert his wand into Harry’s brain alive, the fear almost reached its peak!

“Well, although it’s a bit late to ask now, but… Harry, is your scar okay?” Hermione asked.

She knew that Harry’s scar would hurt sometimes. They didn’t understand why before, but after Voldemort explained it himself, they knew the secret.

This scar is related to Voldemort’s soul.

“It’s okay now.” Harry subconsciously touched his lightning-like scar.

He thought of when he first came to the magic world, so many wizards looked at his scar and exclaimed. I’m afraid they would never dream that the scar contained what they feared most, Voldemort’s soul.

Harry was still sad here, and the somewhat slow Ron suddenly raised his head, as if he thought of something.

“By the way, Harry, now that you are no longer participating in the competition, will the final exam continue?”

Ron really said the question he cared about most.

In response, Hermione rolled her eyes without hesitation.

“Does that need to be said?! Since he is no longer a warrior, he shouldn’t avoid the exam.”

“Come on,” Ron said dismissively, “the rules don’t say that a warrior who quits midway is not a warrior. Harry is competing with his life, isn’t it worth skipping a test?”

He really couldn’t understand why Hermione valued exams so much.

“Actually, I think Harry has gained enough this semester even without exams,” Ginny also said.

Throughout the year, Harry had at least mastered several difficult spells under Dumbledore’s guidance, such as the Disillusionment Curse. This was why Harry felt he no longer needed the cloak.

Harry listened to what they said to each other, and suddenly felt like he was in a dream.

All he could think about was his own death, but Ron and the others were talking about the exam.

How ridiculous!

The sense of separation between the two is simply no less than that of the Dursleys’ closet and the Hogwarts castle.

So much so that Harry suddenly began to suspect that maybe there was no Hogwarts and no magic in this world, let alone Voldemort. When he woke up tomorrow and opened his eyes, he would still be in that place where he couldn’t even stretch his legs. In the small space, it was still that pitiful summer vacation…

And he was just knocked unconscious by Dudley’s fist, so he had such a bizarre dream.

If that was the case, then he wouldn’t have to die.

Harry thought.

But for some reason, he would rather die than want Hogwarts to be just a dream.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that in the second grade, Cyrus took their thoughts to the diary, where they saw Tom Riddle’s past.

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, Harry knew that he was actually very similar to Voldemort, not only in appearance, but also in their experiences – they both regarded Hogwarts as their true home.

“Every homeless person finds a home at Hogwarts.”

He recited these words softly and felt that the Resurrection Stone that Cyrus left for him in his pocket was almost hot at the moment!

“Turn it three times and you’ll see what you want to see…”

Cyrus’s words echoed in Harry’s mind at this moment, becoming more and more turbulent like the waves on the lake.

He stood up from the table.

Hermione and Ron were still arguing about whether to take the exam or not, and Harry’s sudden move startled them.

“Are you full?”

“I remembered that I had something to do…” Harry put one hand into his pocket and clenched his fist tightly. The edges of the Resurrection Stone stung his palm, and he lied.

In fact, Harry felt that it would be fine even if he told them the truth about the Resurrection Stone.

He couldn’t think of anyone else to trust if he didn’t trust Hermione and Ron and Ginny. But now, he wanted to have some time for himself and for the people the Resurrection Stone might bring to him.

“What can happen to you – ah, why did you hit me!”

Hermione was about to ask more carefully, but she was hit hard on the back of the head by Ron and looked at him angrily.

But Ron ignored her and looked at Harry: “You go ahead, Harry. I will take your textbooks directly to the classroom before class in the afternoon.”

Ron winked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood that Ron definitely didn’t mean to bring him textbooks.

In fact, the afternoon class was History of Magic, which meant that even if you didn’t go to this class, no one would care. Professor Binns, who taught the History of Magic, never named anyone by name, and would only read dryly from the text.

If Hermione hadn’t asked him about the Chamber of Secrets when he was in second year, Harry might have thought that Professor Binns was just a ruthless text-reading machine.

So he left the Gryffindor table, and halfway through, Cedric, who was sitting in Hufflepuff, lowered his head and followed him.

“Harry, are you okay?”

Cedric greeted Harry with concern.

When he was in the Department of Mysteries, he also heard what Voldemort said. Although he didn’t know what a Horcrux was, he couldn’t help but worry about Harry.

Because of Zhang Qiu, Harry had very complicated emotions towards Cedric, but no matter what, he couldn’t hate this person.

This kid was so loyal that he didn’t flinch even when facing Voldemort and planned to save him.

What more could Harry ask of him?

“I’m fine.”

Hearing this, Cedric nodded, and then he said: “I’m going to give up on the third game.”

“Give up?” Harry was a little surprised.

He felt that as a warrior, he was just an extra, but Cedric was different, he deserved it! If there weren’t so many intrigues in this competition, then Cedric would have a great chance of becoming the winner.

The thought made him feel sorry for Cedric.

“I have thought about it. With my strength, there is no point in continuing to participate in the competition.” Cedric said, “Fleur and Cassandra have the same plan.”

“Wait, you mean, Fleur also abstained?” Harry was stunned for a moment.

If Beauxbatons loses its last contestant, doesn’t it mean that Voldemort has given up on the Triwizard Tournament?

“Yeah, I just heard about it this morning…” Cedric was a little absent-minded. It was obvious that he wasn’t looking for Harry just to chat.

“Listen to me, Harry.” Cedric looked around and confirmed that no one was approaching them. Then he pulled Harry to a more remote place and whispered, “I checked the entire library, but I only know a few words about Horcruxes.”

“V… What the mysterious man said may not be true, Harry. I hope you won’t be influenced by him. I am willing to believe Professor Dumbledore.” Cedric said sincerely.

In response, Harry smiled and said something that he didn’t know whether it was from the heart or not:

“I am willing to believe it too!”

“Very good, don’t give up, okay?” Cedric patted his shoulder hard and separated from him.

Then, Harry wandered around the castle, trying to find a suitable place where he would not be disturbed by anyone.

At first, he thought of the room where Dumbledore used to store the Mirror of Erised, but he happened to run into Filch wandering there. So he walked to the bathroom on the third floor by some strange coincidence, and Myrtle, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, greeted him warmly when he saw him.

“Hi, Harry Potter!” Myrtle said shyly, “Visiting the ladies’ room again?”

“Yes.” Harry responded to her as he walked to the faucet that didn’t work and recited the snake language.

——Of course he had a good place where he would never be disturbed, the Chamber of Secrets!

Anyway, the afternoon was long and he had a lot of time.

He slid all the way through the muddy tunnel and came to the Chamber of Secrets. Then, he took out the Resurrection Stone from his pocket.

This is a treasure that can reverse life and death, but Harry remembered Cyrus’s instructions in his mind and knew that he couldn’t do it. What’s more, it’s not important to resurrect the dead, because he will become one of them. In fact, it’s not him who calls them, but they are calling him away.

At this moment, Harry felt that he didn’t fear death so much, because there were people he loved on both sides of life and death.

Harry put it in the palm of his hand and turned it three times.

He knew there was a result because he heard slight movements around him, like some weak bodies moving their feet on the wet ground, making splashing sounds.

Harry looked around, and two sweet figures walked out of the damp darkness. They were neither ghosts nor living people with flesh and blood. They walked towards him, both with such a loving smile on their faces.

James Potter looked a little taller than Harry. He was still wearing the clothes he died in. His hair was messy and his glasses were a little crooked, which made him look a bit like Mr. Weasley.

Lily brushed her long hair back, she smiled happily, and walked closer to Harry. The pair of green eyes that were exactly the same as Harry’s looked at Harry’s face hungrily, as if they could never see enough.

Harry recognized them at a glance, because he had seen their appearance in the mirror in the first grade.

“You are so brave.”

Lily tried to touch Harry’s face and wipe away the tears that could not stop in his eyes.

They have been dead for many years, but they seem to know everything that is happening now.