Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 242

c242 The third project starts

Quidditch pitch.

Although it is already summer vacation, all students will not want to miss such a game –

The four most powerful wizards in a century, the survival of the entire magical world!

In fact, it is far more than just students. At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup venue built last summer vacation is once again used. As a large venue with a capacity of 100,000 people, it accepts countless wizards from all over the world.

There are many more people who can’t come here, but they are always paying attention to this game through newspapers or other means.

And on the lawn in the center of the Quidditch pitch, Voldemort stood upright like a gun.

He was the first to arrive. After the attack last night, he couldn’t wait to return here and wait for the game to start. For him, this is not just a game, but also a hope to conquer the magical world.

Defeat Dumbledore and kill Cyrus!

He wants to solve all the hidden dangers.

The time is getting closer and closer.

Voldemort looked up and saw that the sun had risen from the other side of the Forbidden Forest. The bright light spread in the morning mist like a golden dress.

This day, which represents death and the day when the great Dark Lord once again controls the world, is so sunny.

He felt a little glaring, and the faces of more than a thousand bustling students in the audience were blurry. He guessed that Harry Potter might be among them, or that he had scared the other party last night and dared not show up again.

In fact, Harry was not there.

After Hermione and Ginny sat down, they saw only Ron in their seats.

“Where’s Harry? I heard that you were attacked last night.” Hermione asked.

She heard it from Ginny.

Ron didn’t know whether the transfer last night was successful. Harry was indeed not taken away by Voldemort, but Dumbledore’s expression was very serious.

Ron whispered to Hermione what happened, and Ginny also pricked up her ears to listen.

“I guess the You-Know-Who must have achieved his goal.” Hermione immediately expressed her guess after hearing this. She looked at the court, at the man who looked very similar to Cyrus. Under the sunlight, the Dark Lord actually looked a bit sacred.

“He emphasized several times before that he didn’t care about the prophecy or Harry, but he still attacked Harry, which means he must want something else.” She said.

“What if he wants to get his soul back?” Ginny asked.

They already knew about the Horcrux when they were in the Department of Mysteries.

“If that’s the case, the You-Know-Who wouldn’t have given up Harry so easily last night.” Hermione said, and she asked Ron again, “So where is Harry?”

“He’s staying at Sirius’s house. Dumbledore said he’d better hide it.” Ron explained.

But in fact, the Harry Potter he thought of, that is, Cyrus, is now in the headmaster’s office with the real Harry.

Now, he was facing Cyrus’s face, looking at Dumbledore and Cyrus with a bit of complaint: “Actually, you could have dealt with him last night, right? If you two were together, you would have definitely defeated him.”

In fact, Harry thought that Cyrus should work with Dumbledore to stop Voldemort.

Last night, Ron and the twins were injured, and the worst was Lupin. Almost all of his bones were crushed by Voldemort’s spell. If this was not a magical world, Lupin would have died long ago.

“You can defeat him, but you can’t kill him.” Cyrus said calmly.

Harry’s disguise at this moment was perfect in Transfiguration, but the problem was that their personalities were too different.

Harry was more irritable.

Not to mention, now that he was facing Cyrus’s face and showing those expressions, it looked really strange.

When it came to killing, Harry was silent again.

Neither Dumbledore nor Cyrus could kill Voldemort. The only one who could do it was him, because Voldemort’s soul was housed in his scar, because he was Voldemort’s Horcrux.

He would kill Voldemort, but at the cost of his own life.

At this point, Harry was not afraid at all.

He had made sufficient preparations, telling himself that death was nothing to be afraid of, and that it would not hurt at all. According to James, it was just a dream, but Dumbledore said that death was another adventure.

These words made Harry feel at ease.

But this did not mean that he was willing to die.

He still had feelings for this world – his best Ron, Hermione, Ginny… his godfather Sirius Black, whom he had just met, and Cyrus, Quidditch, and everything about Hogwarts.

“Does it have to be me?” He asked with some sadness, “You all know that I am not special at all. I don’t have the power to fight Voldemort. Just because of that prophecy, can I defeat him with this? Am I going to die with this?!”

His emotions became more and more excited, and at this moment he yelled at Dumbledore and Cyrus.

But no one would blame him for this.

Before real death comes, perhaps many people will think that death is no big deal, and they cannot experience the true horror of death.

But what about Harry?

Although he roared like a wounded beast at the moment, he never took a step back from the beginning to the end.

He just felt a little unfair, sad and reluctant.

“This was never about prophecy Harry,” Sellers said.

He has not told Harry the truth until now, because sometimes, knowing the future is not a good thing. Magic is a very mysterious thing, and if he said it, it might lead to a change in the outcome.

“Have you ever been to the Prophecy Hall, right? There are thousands of prophecy balls there, each one containing a prophecy. They are big enough to affect the life and death of the magical world, and small enough for someone to drink a glass of water in the morning… But Do you know how many of them can be fulfilled?”

Harry was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Cyrus told the answer: “Don’t tell half, not even one-tenth.”

“Perhaps the prophecy made decades ago does have a bit of magic, but it does not guide destiny like a chain. What is important is not the prophecy, but your own choice.”

“My own choice?”

“Of course, if Voldemort had chosen not to believe the prophecy, he would not have created a savior for himself, nor would he have left you as a fatal weakness.” Cyrus’s words made Harry think. He was still Continued, “Similarly, you can also choose.”

At this time, Dumbledore also nodded seriously. He looked at Harry seriously and said:

“You can choose what you want to do Harry, and I won’t blame you for it. In fact, a carefree life is what you should do. You are just a child and a student. I am so useless. , unable to kill Voldemort, that’s why you have to take on such a huge responsibility.”

Dumbledore looked sad.

He was actually sad.

Although he also knew that his and Cyrus’ plan could ensure that Harry would not die, what Harry didn’t know now was that what he had experienced was too cruel for a child who was still in school.

A kid who was only in fifth grade after the summer vacation. He wasn’t even allowed to learn how to apparate, but he had to die.

“You can give up, Harry. Cyrus and I will find another way, and I believe we can kill Voldemort. Grindelwald will also help me, and I can convince him.”

At this moment, both Cyrus and Dumbledore looked at Harry.

This was an important decision for Harry, but in fact, both of them already knew Harry’s answer. They knew what kind of person Harry Potter was.

Sure enough, Harry shook his head.

He didn’t want to die, but he knew he had to do it.

Because if Voldemort does not die, someone will be injured, and those people and things he cherishes will be destroyed by Voldemort.

To protect them, Harry knew he had to step forward.

Dumbledore said he and Cyrus would work together to find another solution, but there was no guarantee it would be found.

“Yes, this is your choice.” Dumbledore burst into tears. He was proud of Harry’s excellence. “It’s not a prophecy, but the path you choose. Your destiny will only be in your hands.” in hand.”

Harry nodded.

Now he seems calmer than before.

“But I still have a question.” He looked at Cyrus, “Are you sure our plan will work? Can we regain the ownership of the Elder Wand by doing this? I don’t think it’s really ‘defeat’ in this way. “Voldemort.”

In fact, Harry even thought Cyrus’ plan was a bit of a joke.

Cyrus just smiled at this.

“Harry, do you still remember what Mr. Ollivander said when you got the wand on the first day – the wand chooses the wizard. Especially a sacred instrument like the Elder Wand, which has more powerful wisdom than ordinary wands. Help it find a qualified owner. “Sellers said, “Obviously, Voldemort is not that person, otherwise I would not have obtained the ownership of the Elder Wand so easily last time.”

More than half a century ago, the person who held the Elder Wand was Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was once captured by Newt Scamander, but the Elder Wand did not abandon Grindelwald.

Before Voldemort fell for the first time, he and Dumbledore were often competing against each other. There was always no winner between the two, and the Elder Wand did not abandon Dumbledore.

The fact is that the Elder Wand himself is selecting a qualified person, and this person will not be Voldemort.

Cyrus put his hand on Harry’s shoulder.

This small action made Harry feel powerful for some reason. In fact, this was not his illusion. Cyrus was temporarily transferring Morgana’s inheritance to Harry, which may not allow him to defeat Voldemort. But it would at least give him some strength.

“Come on, Harry, don’t worry, you’ll win.”

Whoever masters the three Deathly Hallows is the master of death!

This means, invincible!

Harry took a deep breath.

Seeing how serious he was, Cyrus couldn’t help but say: “Maybe you won’t die.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, if I don’t die, Voldemort won’t die either.” Harry pointed to his forehead and smiled as if he was finally relieved, “There is his soul here, remember?”

“Yes, but the killing curse couldn’t kill you, right?” Cyrus smiled, “Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.”

Harry smiled and walked out of the headmaster’s office with Dumbledore.

At the same time, Cyrus no longer hid his true appearance. He changed back and parted ways with Harry and the others and walked towards the observatory.

——The Goblet of Fire is there.

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Quidditch field.

The four warriors have already stood.

The game is still hosted by Babajide, and even Voldemort showed him enough courtesy at this moment. In fact, since his resurrection, he has changed his crazy habits. Although he is still as cruel as usual, from the outside, no one would associate him with the demon who kills without blinking an eye.

When many wizards who are not British saw him for the first time, they couldn’t help but doubt whether the terrifying remarks related to Voldemort were true.

“The last game will start soon. The rules are very simple. The first person to find the Goblet of Fire is the winner.” Babajide said.

He swept his eyes over the crowd, then stepped aside and pointed to the castle: “The Goblet of Fire is hidden somewhere in Hogwarts…”

“I believe that you have had enough time to understand the structure of the castle during this period. Of course, we have made some small changes…”

Speaking of this, Babajid still felt a little bitter.

It is not easy to change the castle. The magic of the castle is very stubborn. To be honest, they mobilized many people and could only make temporary changes to the castle.

“Originally, the order of the warriors’ entry should be determined according to the progress of the first two games, but due to the previous changes, I think you should go in together.”

After he finished speaking, he walked aside completely.

At this point, this game no longer needs a referee, or in other words, everyone is a referee.

“Ah, I can’t wait.” Voldemort smiled enthusiastically. He felt the power of the old wand, felt the unparalleled magic flowing in his body, and imagined Cyrus dying in his hands.

This wonderful taste made him so happy that he could even cast a patronus.

“Then let’s get started, everyone.” His scarlet snake eyes pierced and stayed on Cyrus (Harry), “Don’t worry, the game won’t end too soon, I’ll make an understanding with you.”

Harry didn’t dare to say much about Voldemort’s challenge, and now was not the time for him to be exposed.

Therefore, he just responded coldly.

“Me too.”