Chapter 295 Ceremony
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 295 Ceremony
"But...professor, what does this have to do with us?"
"Why do we have to stay in the school?"
There was a long, long silence.
There is a cluck.
After Harry pulled his chin back with effort, he asked.
"Does this magic have to be performed by our two little wizards?" McGuffin also asked in confusion.
"This is what the centaurs demanded. Only they know how to operate this ancient magic ritual... They said that two people who occupy a certain destiny in the whole world are needed to make this witchcraft work properly!
"destiny?"
"According to what the horsemen say...fate has weight, and some people at certain times...will always hold much more weight than others."
Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"But you, but I..." Harry's brain crashed as if his brain was burned.Can't think.
McGuffin next to him answered for him, "Professor, Harry means that we are just ordinary little wizards. Compared with you or other professors, we have neither magical power nor distinctive reputation...Especially me, there is nothing special about us."
"How could we be like what you said..."
Dumbledore chuckled slightly.
Staring at the McGuffin and Harry.
— Gan!
The old bee!What the hell is going on.
McGuffin felt a chill in his heart.
Dumbledore spoke again, and said softly, "The weight of fate...has an extra meaning in the centaur's vocabulary."
"They don't refer to power, strength, money, status... but at some point in the future, are you the last weight to change the world?"
"Weights?" The two asked together.
"Yes."
"On the balance of fate, everyone's weight is the same... But at certain critical moments, for us, the weight of the last weight will overwhelm everything and change everything."
"Let's make an analogy!"
"Although it's not very nice to say so, Voldemort has played an especially important role in the history of the wizarding world. He has profoundly changed the current wizarding world... At that time, he single-handedly tore the wizarding world into two parts... those who opposed him, and those who feared him."
"And you two, Harry, haven't you noticed? Your fate is closely related to Voldemort... Ever since he tried to kill you, your fate has been extremely heavy."
"McGuffin, too...I'm afraid Voldemort has his eye on you, too."
Dumbledore sighed.
——That's really nice to say.
But McGuffin didn't want to be the last weight at all.
Egg! ——Go to whoever you love.
Harry stared at Professor Dumbledore's long silver beard, pondering over this sentence, before saying it for a long time. "Professor, why do you say that. Why did Voldemort want to kill me in the first place."
"Oh, what you asked me about...not today, not now, you are not ready, one day, you will know..."
"As the centaur proverb says - fate and time will tell you all the right and wrong things."
—What nonsense.
McGuffin didn't care.
But when Dumbledore turned to look at him, McGuffin also suppressed the little complaint in his heart, and could only pretend to be serious about this topic.
He asked for nothing.
"Professor, Draco Malfoy, ah no, Miss de LS..."
"Is it going to be like this in the future?"
"How does it feel so strange?" McGuffin whispered at last.
Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "I'm afraid her fate will flow in another direction."
You DY's!
I'm afraid it didn't flow in another direction, but was kicked off the cliff.
——Decora Malfoy really knew that he had become like this, and he had to explode on the spot and ascend to the upper realm.
"Do you have to have the two of us?"
In fact, McGuffin has always wanted to say this sentence, but he was afraid that the old bee would secretly poke and arrange something.
Still choked it down.
"Okay, if there is no doubt, we will start to perform this magic ceremony in a while." Dumbledore knocked on the table, stood up and asked the two to leave here first.
Speaking of this, the two of them knew that it was useless to say any more.
He had no choice but to leave here full of thoughts, ready to open a 'new identity card' for Malfoy.
……
What they didn't know was that after the two of them left the room, Snape's voice sounded.
"Do you really trust these two Gryffindors to be able to keep this secret?"
His figure slowly appeared in the corner.
"Oh, Severus!"
"I believe them. What's more, once this magic ritual is activated, don't you know its effect? There will be no secrets revealed, and the world will be changed." Dumbledore seemed to realize that the potions professor was still here, with a face of 'sudden realization'.
"Stop pretending, Dumbledore!"
"What exactly are you trying to do with this suggestion? This ancient magic ritual, I can only find a few words from the true and false legends left by the medieval world and wizard mythology. I don't believe that in this era, you can really successfully perform this magic ritual."
Dumbledore said, "I am so sure that it can cast spells successfully, and naturally I have my own reasons."
"I assure you... for Draco Malfoy, this is indeed the best solution at present."
"Moreover, this magic ceremony is not as difficult as you imagined. According to Firenze, Bain and I's discussions, and from the revelations and information they got in the winter forest in Siberia... the most important part [elements] of this magic ceremony are all in place, and almost only the part of casting the spell remains."
Dumbledore said.
"[Element]? You mean Harry and McGuffin, the two of them... exactly...?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "You still don't understand, Snape... That is, in the future fate, the two of them should be the two most important weights on the balance of fate."
"This magical ceremony will reconfirm that."
"Actually, my main attention...is not on Harry. In this ceremony, what I want to see is the fate of McGuffin Albert? Why did the centaur clearly point out that he can affect the success rate of this ceremony? What is his relationship with Voldemort and Potter?"
"This is something that the horse people and I are curious about together."
Snape fell into thought at these words.
"However, now we have something more important and more realistic..."
Dumbledore changed the subject and said slowly, he took out Voldemort's [Old Notebook] from under the desk beside him.
"I showed Nick Flamel this [notebook] earlier."
The expression on Dumbledore's face was indescribable, and Snape had never seen it like it before.
fear?No, no, that's an incomprehension of something.
Snape looked at [Notebook] and recalled their last guess about this notebook.
"Isn't this [Horcrux]? Could it be a fake?" Snape shook his head, and continued, "No, I'm sure! That hissing sound of the soul's pain and shattering. This is the characteristic of [Horcrux] recorded in the book, and I can't read it wrong."
"No, it is indeed [Horcrux], a piece of soul fragment from Voldemort's body."
"But the important thing is not that it is a [Horcrux], but when it was made."
"I have to say that Tom Riddle is really a talented wizard, especially in the aspect of black magic."
Snape's mouth suddenly felt parched, Dumbledore's words pierced through his brain... all those memory fragments, those information were connected in an instant.
He automatically said what Dumbledore was going to say next, "You mean he made it in school, in that Chamber of Secrets...Myrtle..."
"Yes, you also know that every time this evil item is born, it will kill an innocent life."
"I'm afraid it was that time... He probably murdered poor Elizabeth Warren to make his first [Horcrux]."
"The first [Horcrux]?"
"Could it be that……"
"right?"
"Professor Snape, after all these years, the last thing I can understand is the madness that exists deep in people's hearts."
"The madness, especially in Voldemort, is beyond comprehension."
Dumbledore said softly, "Nick Flamel has noticed from the vitality, humanity and perception of this soul fragment... Voldemort has split his soul at least five to six times."
"His soul is completely exhausted, and there is no emotion or hope in human nature..."
The news made Snape's breath freeze.
"Damn it, we can't kill him even once, you told me we have to kill him five or six times now to end the Dark Lord... what a joke!"
"Dumbledore, what are you kidding! Are you telling me... let Harry, let Lily's children face this kind of guy with his idiot friends?"
"What are you kidding!"
Snape growled and questioned Dumbledore.
"Professor calm down!"
"calm!"
"This is actually good news! Very good news!"
"This means that Voldemort has lost the ability to perceive [horcruxes]. No one can feel his own soul if his soul is broken like this..."
"We can collect [horcruxes] one by one and destroy them... This kind of thing should be easy to do."
"Even that kid Albert knows that [Horcrux] can be killed with the basilisk's venom."
"he?"
"I'm afraid the little wizard got it from Les Finley," said Dumbledore.
"Except for the venom of [Basilisk], the Gryffindor sword, Fiendfire, ... can destroy [Horcrux]."
"A part of Voldemort who is so powerful, yet so fragile... Maybe that's why he split his soul so many times!"
"His desire for immortality is so crazy and persistent..."
"But no matter what...every time the soul is split, it is equivalent to killing yourself once....I still can't understand this crazy desire."
Dumbledore said quietly.
"Okay, Severus...The most fortunate thing now is that Harry and McGuffin did not destroy this [Horcrux] at that time, so that they can roughly locate Voldemort's [Horcrux] by relying on some 'little tricks' made by Nick."
"That's one of the reasons I insist these days that renovations are important at Hogwarts."
After speaking, Dumbledore took out a compass and put it on the [old notebook].
——The needle of the compass is turning wildly.
"In addition to this [Note]... there is also a [Horcrux] in the castle."
Snape froze, in disbelief.
Dumbledore said with a smile, "This is indeed Voldemort's style. I'm afraid he wants to use this method to prove that his intelligence is far superior to ours... and he can play us around."
"But on the other hand, it shows us again that he doesn't care about losing a Horcrux."
"Severus, I want you to pay attention to those weird objects that appeared during the renovation of Hogwarts..."
"According to Voldemort's arrogance, he will definitely choose a very representative magic item with a profound history of Hogwarts. It is very likely that it is something handed down by the Big Four... These things are very likely to be [horcruxes]."
"Okay, it's getting late, let's hurry up and start preparing for this magic ceremony."
"It must be held successfully tonight."
"After this is done, the two of us will be very busy looking for [Horcruxes] this holiday."
Dumbledore pushed back his chair, stood up, and was about to leave his office.
……
Late at night, around midnight.
Harry was in a moment of confusion.
--This is where?
Harry looked around, and what he saw were all kinds of figures, like shrunken projections... translucent phantoms of various colors surrounded him, like stars, and phantoms the size of eggs floated in the air, constantly playing various scenes.
All kinds of whispers are constantly coming from the grain of the picture.
Mixed together, very noisy.
He struggled to echo what had happened moments before.
By the way, they are performing ancient magical rituals of the Centaurs.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest.
He, McGuffin, Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, and Snape, a total of five people...
With a stinking face, Lucius transferred DeLS Malfoy from the castle to the Forbidden Forest.
(Dumbledore purposely arranged that there was no one in the castle at that time, and here, in a charred clearing deep in the Forbidden Forest, the centaurs were constantly patrolling around to prevent other wizards from approaching.)
after?
Oh, and then they started that ancient magic ritual?
As Professor Dumbledore casts (very strange, incomprehensible) spells, the horsemen dance... the scene is like some African aborigines sacrifice scene.
As the ceremony progressed...everything began to change slowly.
Unknowingly, he came here.
The surrounding voices grew louder, began to surround Harry, and became more and more familiar.
A disgusted laugh sounded not far away.
Harry looked up at the phantom from which the sound came.
It's like a small TV broadcasting a TV there... like a family's daily life.
And as Harry's attention focused there, the figure in the scene zoomed in quickly... suddenly appeared in front of him.
That nasty horse face—it was Aunt Petunia.
Harry recognized the scrawny figure immediately.
For as long as he could remember, Harry hadn't wanted to get rid of the family.
His only relatives, the Dursleys.
"Maggie...who are you talking about? Potter,...which Potter?"
Aunt Petunia was on the phone noisily.
Three things had happened to her all her life—caring for Dudley, spying on her neighbors, and gossiping about other people.
—especially the endless complaints about Harry.
"Ah! That Potter? Are you asking where he goes to school now?"
"Dursley, Dursley! Where does Potter go to school?" she screamed, asking another 'big' fellow who barely had a neck.
That was Vernon Dursley, also Harry's uncle.
The figure stood up and said loudly to the other end of the phone in front of Harry's eyes, "Maggie, that little brat, I already knew he was not a good guy, look at his parents..."
"Where do you think he could be?—surely at the St. Bruce Security Center School for Young Offenders!"
"Yes, yes...that's right! Maggie...that little brat belongs there!" Dursley laughed.
—about cursing and insulting Harry.
The family never gets tired of it.
But Harry was still furious, turning pale with rage.
He stood staring at the phantoms of the Dursleys.
—they insulted their parents, and cursed Hogwarts as a prison for lunatics and criminals.
Harry felt disgusted with this family to the extreme.
(End of this chapter)
"But...professor, what does this have to do with us?"
"Why do we have to stay in the school?"
There was a long, long silence.
There is a cluck.
After Harry pulled his chin back with effort, he asked.
"Does this magic have to be performed by our two little wizards?" McGuffin also asked in confusion.
"This is what the centaurs demanded. Only they know how to operate this ancient magic ritual... They said that two people who occupy a certain destiny in the whole world are needed to make this witchcraft work properly!
"destiny?"
"According to what the horsemen say...fate has weight, and some people at certain times...will always hold much more weight than others."
Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"But you, but I..." Harry's brain crashed as if his brain was burned.Can't think.
McGuffin next to him answered for him, "Professor, Harry means that we are just ordinary little wizards. Compared with you or other professors, we have neither magical power nor distinctive reputation...Especially me, there is nothing special about us."
"How could we be like what you said..."
Dumbledore chuckled slightly.
Staring at the McGuffin and Harry.
— Gan!
The old bee!What the hell is going on.
McGuffin felt a chill in his heart.
Dumbledore spoke again, and said softly, "The weight of fate...has an extra meaning in the centaur's vocabulary."
"They don't refer to power, strength, money, status... but at some point in the future, are you the last weight to change the world?"
"Weights?" The two asked together.
"Yes."
"On the balance of fate, everyone's weight is the same... But at certain critical moments, for us, the weight of the last weight will overwhelm everything and change everything."
"Let's make an analogy!"
"Although it's not very nice to say so, Voldemort has played an especially important role in the history of the wizarding world. He has profoundly changed the current wizarding world... At that time, he single-handedly tore the wizarding world into two parts... those who opposed him, and those who feared him."
"And you two, Harry, haven't you noticed? Your fate is closely related to Voldemort... Ever since he tried to kill you, your fate has been extremely heavy."
"McGuffin, too...I'm afraid Voldemort has his eye on you, too."
Dumbledore sighed.
——That's really nice to say.
But McGuffin didn't want to be the last weight at all.
Egg! ——Go to whoever you love.
Harry stared at Professor Dumbledore's long silver beard, pondering over this sentence, before saying it for a long time. "Professor, why do you say that. Why did Voldemort want to kill me in the first place."
"Oh, what you asked me about...not today, not now, you are not ready, one day, you will know..."
"As the centaur proverb says - fate and time will tell you all the right and wrong things."
—What nonsense.
McGuffin didn't care.
But when Dumbledore turned to look at him, McGuffin also suppressed the little complaint in his heart, and could only pretend to be serious about this topic.
He asked for nothing.
"Professor, Draco Malfoy, ah no, Miss de LS..."
"Is it going to be like this in the future?"
"How does it feel so strange?" McGuffin whispered at last.
Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "I'm afraid her fate will flow in another direction."
You DY's!
I'm afraid it didn't flow in another direction, but was kicked off the cliff.
——Decora Malfoy really knew that he had become like this, and he had to explode on the spot and ascend to the upper realm.
"Do you have to have the two of us?"
In fact, McGuffin has always wanted to say this sentence, but he was afraid that the old bee would secretly poke and arrange something.
Still choked it down.
"Okay, if there is no doubt, we will start to perform this magic ceremony in a while." Dumbledore knocked on the table, stood up and asked the two to leave here first.
Speaking of this, the two of them knew that it was useless to say any more.
He had no choice but to leave here full of thoughts, ready to open a 'new identity card' for Malfoy.
……
What they didn't know was that after the two of them left the room, Snape's voice sounded.
"Do you really trust these two Gryffindors to be able to keep this secret?"
His figure slowly appeared in the corner.
"Oh, Severus!"
"I believe them. What's more, once this magic ritual is activated, don't you know its effect? There will be no secrets revealed, and the world will be changed." Dumbledore seemed to realize that the potions professor was still here, with a face of 'sudden realization'.
"Stop pretending, Dumbledore!"
"What exactly are you trying to do with this suggestion? This ancient magic ritual, I can only find a few words from the true and false legends left by the medieval world and wizard mythology. I don't believe that in this era, you can really successfully perform this magic ritual."
Dumbledore said, "I am so sure that it can cast spells successfully, and naturally I have my own reasons."
"I assure you... for Draco Malfoy, this is indeed the best solution at present."
"Moreover, this magic ceremony is not as difficult as you imagined. According to Firenze, Bain and I's discussions, and from the revelations and information they got in the winter forest in Siberia... the most important part [elements] of this magic ceremony are all in place, and almost only the part of casting the spell remains."
Dumbledore said.
"[Element]? You mean Harry and McGuffin, the two of them... exactly...?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "You still don't understand, Snape... That is, in the future fate, the two of them should be the two most important weights on the balance of fate."
"This magical ceremony will reconfirm that."
"Actually, my main attention...is not on Harry. In this ceremony, what I want to see is the fate of McGuffin Albert? Why did the centaur clearly point out that he can affect the success rate of this ceremony? What is his relationship with Voldemort and Potter?"
"This is something that the horse people and I are curious about together."
Snape fell into thought at these words.
"However, now we have something more important and more realistic..."
Dumbledore changed the subject and said slowly, he took out Voldemort's [Old Notebook] from under the desk beside him.
"I showed Nick Flamel this [notebook] earlier."
The expression on Dumbledore's face was indescribable, and Snape had never seen it like it before.
fear?No, no, that's an incomprehension of something.
Snape looked at [Notebook] and recalled their last guess about this notebook.
"Isn't this [Horcrux]? Could it be a fake?" Snape shook his head, and continued, "No, I'm sure! That hissing sound of the soul's pain and shattering. This is the characteristic of [Horcrux] recorded in the book, and I can't read it wrong."
"No, it is indeed [Horcrux], a piece of soul fragment from Voldemort's body."
"But the important thing is not that it is a [Horcrux], but when it was made."
"I have to say that Tom Riddle is really a talented wizard, especially in the aspect of black magic."
Snape's mouth suddenly felt parched, Dumbledore's words pierced through his brain... all those memory fragments, those information were connected in an instant.
He automatically said what Dumbledore was going to say next, "You mean he made it in school, in that Chamber of Secrets...Myrtle..."
"Yes, you also know that every time this evil item is born, it will kill an innocent life."
"I'm afraid it was that time... He probably murdered poor Elizabeth Warren to make his first [Horcrux]."
"The first [Horcrux]?"
"Could it be that……"
"right?"
"Professor Snape, after all these years, the last thing I can understand is the madness that exists deep in people's hearts."
"The madness, especially in Voldemort, is beyond comprehension."
Dumbledore said softly, "Nick Flamel has noticed from the vitality, humanity and perception of this soul fragment... Voldemort has split his soul at least five to six times."
"His soul is completely exhausted, and there is no emotion or hope in human nature..."
The news made Snape's breath freeze.
"Damn it, we can't kill him even once, you told me we have to kill him five or six times now to end the Dark Lord... what a joke!"
"Dumbledore, what are you kidding! Are you telling me... let Harry, let Lily's children face this kind of guy with his idiot friends?"
"What are you kidding!"
Snape growled and questioned Dumbledore.
"Professor calm down!"
"calm!"
"This is actually good news! Very good news!"
"This means that Voldemort has lost the ability to perceive [horcruxes]. No one can feel his own soul if his soul is broken like this..."
"We can collect [horcruxes] one by one and destroy them... This kind of thing should be easy to do."
"Even that kid Albert knows that [Horcrux] can be killed with the basilisk's venom."
"he?"
"I'm afraid the little wizard got it from Les Finley," said Dumbledore.
"Except for the venom of [Basilisk], the Gryffindor sword, Fiendfire, ... can destroy [Horcrux]."
"A part of Voldemort who is so powerful, yet so fragile... Maybe that's why he split his soul so many times!"
"His desire for immortality is so crazy and persistent..."
"But no matter what...every time the soul is split, it is equivalent to killing yourself once....I still can't understand this crazy desire."
Dumbledore said quietly.
"Okay, Severus...The most fortunate thing now is that Harry and McGuffin did not destroy this [Horcrux] at that time, so that they can roughly locate Voldemort's [Horcrux] by relying on some 'little tricks' made by Nick."
"That's one of the reasons I insist these days that renovations are important at Hogwarts."
After speaking, Dumbledore took out a compass and put it on the [old notebook].
——The needle of the compass is turning wildly.
"In addition to this [Note]... there is also a [Horcrux] in the castle."
Snape froze, in disbelief.
Dumbledore said with a smile, "This is indeed Voldemort's style. I'm afraid he wants to use this method to prove that his intelligence is far superior to ours... and he can play us around."
"But on the other hand, it shows us again that he doesn't care about losing a Horcrux."
"Severus, I want you to pay attention to those weird objects that appeared during the renovation of Hogwarts..."
"According to Voldemort's arrogance, he will definitely choose a very representative magic item with a profound history of Hogwarts. It is very likely that it is something handed down by the Big Four... These things are very likely to be [horcruxes]."
"Okay, it's getting late, let's hurry up and start preparing for this magic ceremony."
"It must be held successfully tonight."
"After this is done, the two of us will be very busy looking for [Horcruxes] this holiday."
Dumbledore pushed back his chair, stood up, and was about to leave his office.
……
Late at night, around midnight.
Harry was in a moment of confusion.
--This is where?
Harry looked around, and what he saw were all kinds of figures, like shrunken projections... translucent phantoms of various colors surrounded him, like stars, and phantoms the size of eggs floated in the air, constantly playing various scenes.
All kinds of whispers are constantly coming from the grain of the picture.
Mixed together, very noisy.
He struggled to echo what had happened moments before.
By the way, they are performing ancient magical rituals of the Centaurs.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest.
He, McGuffin, Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, and Snape, a total of five people...
With a stinking face, Lucius transferred DeLS Malfoy from the castle to the Forbidden Forest.
(Dumbledore purposely arranged that there was no one in the castle at that time, and here, in a charred clearing deep in the Forbidden Forest, the centaurs were constantly patrolling around to prevent other wizards from approaching.)
after?
Oh, and then they started that ancient magic ritual?
As Professor Dumbledore casts (very strange, incomprehensible) spells, the horsemen dance... the scene is like some African aborigines sacrifice scene.
As the ceremony progressed...everything began to change slowly.
Unknowingly, he came here.
The surrounding voices grew louder, began to surround Harry, and became more and more familiar.
A disgusted laugh sounded not far away.
Harry looked up at the phantom from which the sound came.
It's like a small TV broadcasting a TV there... like a family's daily life.
And as Harry's attention focused there, the figure in the scene zoomed in quickly... suddenly appeared in front of him.
That nasty horse face—it was Aunt Petunia.
Harry recognized the scrawny figure immediately.
For as long as he could remember, Harry hadn't wanted to get rid of the family.
His only relatives, the Dursleys.
"Maggie...who are you talking about? Potter,...which Potter?"
Aunt Petunia was on the phone noisily.
Three things had happened to her all her life—caring for Dudley, spying on her neighbors, and gossiping about other people.
—especially the endless complaints about Harry.
"Ah! That Potter? Are you asking where he goes to school now?"
"Dursley, Dursley! Where does Potter go to school?" she screamed, asking another 'big' fellow who barely had a neck.
That was Vernon Dursley, also Harry's uncle.
The figure stood up and said loudly to the other end of the phone in front of Harry's eyes, "Maggie, that little brat, I already knew he was not a good guy, look at his parents..."
"Where do you think he could be?—surely at the St. Bruce Security Center School for Young Offenders!"
"Yes, yes...that's right! Maggie...that little brat belongs there!" Dursley laughed.
—about cursing and insulting Harry.
The family never gets tired of it.
But Harry was still furious, turning pale with rage.
He stood staring at the phantoms of the Dursleys.
—they insulted their parents, and cursed Hogwarts as a prison for lunatics and criminals.
Harry felt disgusted with this family to the extreme.
(End of this chapter)
