Chapter 485 The Child of Destiny at the End of July
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 485 The Child of Destiny at the End of July
"Oh, and you agree with me, was the failure of that gutless coward inevitable? Did he betray the trust of his followers?" Voldemort laughed harshly.
McGuffin said nothing.
Voldemort began to talk to himself, "That coward Grindelwald was born in a good era. At that time, there were no disgusting political terms, and there was pure respect between pure-blood wizards and ordinary wizards..."
"And then this situation, with the progress of the Muggle Industrial Revolution, everything was disrupted... World War II... Wizards and Muggles, pure blood and Muggle wizards, wizards with money and wizards with no money, who were threatened by war, who were threatened by Muggles...the conspiracy of witch hunters, the bloody war, bombing everywhere...The wizarding world is so restless and angry...Everyone needs a leader..."
"... Such a good time is enough to breed an iron-blooded, powerful wizard leader to rule the entire wizarding world and launch a counterattack against the Muggle society with great magic power!"
"He has such a good chance...so many followers...has enough power to rule both worlds with magical power! Kneading them together..." Voldemort clasped his hands, and then said in a tone of hatred,
"But how did that coward do it? He actually imprisoned himself because he lost to Dumbledore, and hid in the prison he built like a loser... Abandoning his loyal followers, making them disappear in the wizarding world little by little under the siege of those cowardly and incompetent people from the Ministry of Magic."
Voldemort shook his head, and let out a sharp laugh, echoing among the crystal balls in the entire [Hall of Prophecy], it was extremely terrifying.
"If I, if the great Voldemort...in that era...would never allow such insult...failure, even if I fail...I will make a comeback...just like now. I will make the world resound the name of a Dark Lord and forget everything about that coward..."
"Unfortunately, Albert, you will never see that scene again."
"Well, stop here!" said Voldemort.
The two stood in front of shelf No. 96, and the row behind was No. 98. In the shadow under the shelf... there was a pool of conspicuous blood, and the smell of blood was very abrupt in this space full of dust and old smell.
"McGuffin Albert, if you listen to my orders later and don't do some clever moves, then... the great Lord Voldemort may save your life."
As if remembering something, Voldemort laughed sharply, then waved his wand, the two rows of shelves slowly moved to both sides, and the original No. 97 shelf slowly returned to its original shape like a squeezed sponge.
In the depths of the aisle stood a... a crooked and wretched wizard who was not much taller than the two of them now. He was touching his reflective silver right hand, hesitating to try... preparing to touch one of the crystal balls.
It's Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's lackey.
McGuffin recognized it instantly.
"Cowardly and disloyal trash, go away! I have a better choice!"
"Master-Master! I can..."
Wormtail saw the visitor and screamed that he was trembling so much that he was almost fainting.
"McGuffin Albert!"
"Come on, come here." Voldemort looked down on Wormtail, shooing him to the other side like a mouse.
Then the Dark Lord pointed his wand at the little wizard, and said in a tone that allowed you to choose, "Albert... for your own talent and for the sake of my best work, I... Lord Voldemort, I can give you... another choice besides death and eternal torture..."
"Take it, the crystal ball that marks Harry Potter and my name...Take it, and the account between us will be canceled...Take it, and I will allow you to live."
McGuffin didn't answer, he stepped into the shelf, closer to where Wormtail had been.
There was a small glass ball there, much smaller than the one they saw Grindelwald just now, it was dirty, and it gave off a dim light, the figure was blurred, and it was impossible to see what the prophecy was about.
Seems like it hasn't been touched in years.
On the shelf below the dirty glass globe was a yellowed sticker that looked 13 years old.
The handwriting is already blurred, and it reads:
The Dark Lord(?) - Harry Potter
But at this moment, McGuffin felt a sudden pain in his neck... It was the amber necklace Dumbledore gave him that started to heat up.
He felt on his chest, as if a candle had melted... dripping on his skin, causing a burning sensation.
He suppressed his expression to maintain a normal expression, moved his eyes down, wanted to see what was going on, but unexpectedly saw a glass ball on the shelf under the small glass ball... in the same position,
The label on this thing reads:
【spares】
And what caught McGuffin's attention was——
Unlike the dim, unrecognizable Harry's prophecy ball, the silver mist inside this thing was shining, outlining a figure.
The figure is very familiar!
The date is also 13 years ago, and there is no dust on this crystal ball, as if someone has been checking and wiping it frequently.
"Take it!"
Voldemort urged impatiently from behind.
McGuffin reached out to the crystal ball below.
There was no reaction from magic defense, and he didn't go crazy. (There is no name on it, which means that anyone can pick it up, which is in line with McGuffin's own expectations.)
"Albert, don't be clever... that's not what I want..." snapped Voldemort, "not it... the one on top you should need to touch..."
McGuffin ignored it.
The crystal ball is not as cold as imagined in the hand. Instead, it has a warm feeling. It is like a hand warmer in winter. The silver mist inside gradually lights up with the touch of McGuffin, just like Grindelwald’s prophecy ball.
It was a small bar dirtier than the [Leaky Cauldron], the scene inside was extremely dark, and the tables and chairs seemed to be covered with a layer of greasy, black grease.
As usual, with those ridiculous glasses, she was pretending to say something to that old fox Dumbledore.
"--this is?"
The illusion of the crystal ball made Voldemort change his mind, he ordered coldly.
"give me!"
McGuffin throws the crystal ball at Voldemort.
With a light wave of his hand, the crystal ball automatically flew into the hands of the Dark Lord.
Voldemort turned impatiently at Wormtail, and said in disgust, "You trash, you're not even as good as a little wizard... After such a long time, why haven't you found this thing?"
Then he raised his head, stared closely at the little wizard and said, "Albert, it seems that Dumbledore told you a lot? So...you should know the prophecy about Harry and me?"
"Answer me!" He ordered very sharply in a tone that could not be refused.
"I probably understand! After you appeared last semester...Dumbledore explained to Harry and me why you...a powerful dark wizard is so obsessed with dealing with a little wizard like Harry! But we only know a rough idea, we only know that there is a prophecy that reveals the fate of Harry and you..."
McGuffin hoped to use this kind of ambiguous words to fool the past and delay some time by the way.
"What the hell is that prophecy?" McGuffin asked back, trying to buy time.
Voldemort sneered and said, "That's just right... Come and listen to it, too!"
He tapped the crystal ball in his hand with his long, pointed, thin... dreadful ogre-like fingers.
The silver mist inside drifted out, and a silver screen was quickly built between the shelf aisles.
Trelawney's crazy and stupid appearance appeared in front of McGuffin again.
Her hoarse, rough, playful voice reappeared—
"...the one who will destroy the Dark Lord is approaching...born of the family that defeated him three times...born at the end of July..."
The picture suddenly disappeared, and Professor Trelawney's voice dissipated like soap bubbles.
It was very quiet in the room, and no one made a sound.
"Sure enough, it's Severus' memory!"
An exasperated look appeared on Voldemort's face, and he spoke to break the silence.
"Master—Master...that man...is Harry Potter?"
Wormtail tried to please Voldemort smartly, and asked about the characters mentioned in the prophecy just now.
Voldemort waved his wand impatiently, Peter Pettigrew put his head between his thighs, rolled into a ball, and rolled out of the aisle.
"Get away, trash! Even a little wizard is not as good as...bring Nagia here...and call Bella, tell her to act quickly, find that thing and bring it to me...it seems...we are in some trouble."
Voldemort seemed to have sensed something, his red eyes widened, and his snake face suddenly swelled up, looking even more menacing.
Then there was a rustling in the distance, and Wormtail moaned in pain, as if the creature was struggling to run.
Not long after, the big snake named Nagia twisted its body, meandered over, and coiled around Voldemort.
"Okay, don't waste your time!"
"Albert... go and bring it to me... bring me Harry's prophecy crystal ball, don't waste time... otherwise..." he threatened fiercely.
The McGuffin approached the crystal ball.
However, the weird performance of the amber fishbone necklace around his neck gave him a lot of hope. Did Dumbledore tell himself to delay? (The necklace seems to be melting, the heat scorching his skin, McGuffin trying not to let Voldemort see anything)
"Yes, show it to me...a smart person like you...will choose actions that are beneficial to you..."
McGuffin raised his wand, said a spell, the crystal ball did not fly into his hand according to the effect of the spell, and then he turned his wand into something like a spoon and tried to scoop it off the shelf.
It's a pity that it was like passing through a phantom of light, the wooden-handled spoon that the wand turned into flashed across the figure of the crystal ball.
Voldemort was amused, and his laughter echoed back and forth between the crystal ball and the towering shelves of the [Hall of Prophecy].
"That thing can only be held by the wizard himself... Originally, the best way should be to let Harry Potter give it to me, so that I can also know what's inside, but after all...your good friend is not here, so you can only do this drudgery."
"Okay, don't be clever, and don't delay time... I know you think so, but my patience has been exhausted by your clumsy tricks."
he snapped at last, and pointed his wand up at the MacGuffin.
McGuffin was forced to have no choice but to put down his wand, and slowly reached out to touch the crystal ball.
——Is this the only way?
He knew that once he touched this thing, if there was no mistake in the plot, he would definitely go crazy due to the attack of the protective spell in the [Hall of Prophecy], and he would be directly slaughtered by Voldemort.
——Still fighting.
At the moment that is about to touch,
McGuffin waved his hand, and all the crystal balls next to Voldemort flew up and smashed into each other.
Hundreds of crystal balls crackled and fell to the ground,
When a pearly white figure appeared in the air with the sound of a crystal ball shattering,
Taking advantage of this opportunity, McGuffin turned around and ran away. From time to time, he waved his wand to set up an "obstacle spell" in an attempt to stop Voldemort's pursuit.
McGuffin didn't dare to push the shelf down and shake it directly. He didn't dare to take the risk of destroying Harry's [Crystal Ball of Prophecy], lest he be useless to Voldemort, and a 'Chewing Curse' came over and directly killed him.
"Damn fool, you are asking for your own death!" Voldemort roared from behind.
With a wave of his wand, the crystal balls that had been smashing at him one after another were stopped in the air, and then fell to the ground and shattered.
The strange voices of various prophets appeared intermittently in the broken glass shards.
Silver phantoms crowded the aisle between the shelves, blocking the view between Voldemort and the MacGuffin.
Voldemort appeared next to Harry's prophecy crystal ball almost instantly, and after seeing that it was all right, he waved his wand to disperse the silver mist in front of him.
And McGuffin has already 'jumped' to the end of No.90's seventh row by virtue of the effect of the levitation spell.
There is a door there, a gap is being pulled open, it seems to be the place where Wormtail passed, or maybe it is the door leading to the [Hall of Time]...
But what about it?
No matter what... it's better than the current situation.
Just as McGuffin ran to the front and was about to open the door, his body suddenly froze, and then he tiptoed off the ground, and quickly backed up...to Voldemort's side.
"It's pretty smart, it didn't destroy the [Prophecy Ball]... otherwise you would have died there."
The McGuffin was turned by Voldemort, and the two looked at each other. He saw the nostrils of the snake face suddenly open, snorting, looking extremely impatient.
"Don't challenge my patience, if you can't force the wizard to take that thing, don't you think you can live until now..."
"Two choices, go and get the things to me, or - die!"
Afterwards, Voldemort frowned, looked at the top of his head, as if he had noticed something...
He waved his magic wand, and uttered a strange and infiltrating spell. A black mist emerged from the tip of the wand, gushing and churning, and rushed to the ceiling extremely quickly, circling, and then left the [Hall of Prophecy] at high speed.
Not five or six seconds later, above... the entire [Prophecy Hall] wall, ground and ceiling heard a loud rumbling sound, and the strong vibration made the surrounding wooden frames tremble continuously.
Fortunately, the crystal ball seemed to have been cast some kind of magic, and it did not fall out.
At the same time, the amber cuttlefish bone necklace that McGuffin was wearing also began to vibrate constantly, and then it was connected to the movement just now and Voldemort's sense of urgency...
McGuffin knew that the letters he had notified the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore had worked.
All he had to do was buy time and wait for the Aurors.
but……
"quick!"
A green light directly blew up the crystal ball next to the McGuffin to pieces.
The fragments flew, drawing several bloodstains on McGuffin's face.
It's 【Killing Curse】!
Voldemort, I'm afraid he can't tolerate himself delaying time.
McGuffin could only tremble, and stretched out his hands to the crystal ball.
(End of this chapter)
"Oh, and you agree with me, was the failure of that gutless coward inevitable? Did he betray the trust of his followers?" Voldemort laughed harshly.
McGuffin said nothing.
Voldemort began to talk to himself, "That coward Grindelwald was born in a good era. At that time, there were no disgusting political terms, and there was pure respect between pure-blood wizards and ordinary wizards..."
"And then this situation, with the progress of the Muggle Industrial Revolution, everything was disrupted... World War II... Wizards and Muggles, pure blood and Muggle wizards, wizards with money and wizards with no money, who were threatened by war, who were threatened by Muggles...the conspiracy of witch hunters, the bloody war, bombing everywhere...The wizarding world is so restless and angry...Everyone needs a leader..."
"... Such a good time is enough to breed an iron-blooded, powerful wizard leader to rule the entire wizarding world and launch a counterattack against the Muggle society with great magic power!"
"He has such a good chance...so many followers...has enough power to rule both worlds with magical power! Kneading them together..." Voldemort clasped his hands, and then said in a tone of hatred,
"But how did that coward do it? He actually imprisoned himself because he lost to Dumbledore, and hid in the prison he built like a loser... Abandoning his loyal followers, making them disappear in the wizarding world little by little under the siege of those cowardly and incompetent people from the Ministry of Magic."
Voldemort shook his head, and let out a sharp laugh, echoing among the crystal balls in the entire [Hall of Prophecy], it was extremely terrifying.
"If I, if the great Voldemort...in that era...would never allow such insult...failure, even if I fail...I will make a comeback...just like now. I will make the world resound the name of a Dark Lord and forget everything about that coward..."
"Unfortunately, Albert, you will never see that scene again."
"Well, stop here!" said Voldemort.
The two stood in front of shelf No. 96, and the row behind was No. 98. In the shadow under the shelf... there was a pool of conspicuous blood, and the smell of blood was very abrupt in this space full of dust and old smell.
"McGuffin Albert, if you listen to my orders later and don't do some clever moves, then... the great Lord Voldemort may save your life."
As if remembering something, Voldemort laughed sharply, then waved his wand, the two rows of shelves slowly moved to both sides, and the original No. 97 shelf slowly returned to its original shape like a squeezed sponge.
In the depths of the aisle stood a... a crooked and wretched wizard who was not much taller than the two of them now. He was touching his reflective silver right hand, hesitating to try... preparing to touch one of the crystal balls.
It's Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's lackey.
McGuffin recognized it instantly.
"Cowardly and disloyal trash, go away! I have a better choice!"
"Master-Master! I can..."
Wormtail saw the visitor and screamed that he was trembling so much that he was almost fainting.
"McGuffin Albert!"
"Come on, come here." Voldemort looked down on Wormtail, shooing him to the other side like a mouse.
Then the Dark Lord pointed his wand at the little wizard, and said in a tone that allowed you to choose, "Albert... for your own talent and for the sake of my best work, I... Lord Voldemort, I can give you... another choice besides death and eternal torture..."
"Take it, the crystal ball that marks Harry Potter and my name...Take it, and the account between us will be canceled...Take it, and I will allow you to live."
McGuffin didn't answer, he stepped into the shelf, closer to where Wormtail had been.
There was a small glass ball there, much smaller than the one they saw Grindelwald just now, it was dirty, and it gave off a dim light, the figure was blurred, and it was impossible to see what the prophecy was about.
Seems like it hasn't been touched in years.
On the shelf below the dirty glass globe was a yellowed sticker that looked 13 years old.
The handwriting is already blurred, and it reads:
The Dark Lord(?) - Harry Potter
But at this moment, McGuffin felt a sudden pain in his neck... It was the amber necklace Dumbledore gave him that started to heat up.
He felt on his chest, as if a candle had melted... dripping on his skin, causing a burning sensation.
He suppressed his expression to maintain a normal expression, moved his eyes down, wanted to see what was going on, but unexpectedly saw a glass ball on the shelf under the small glass ball... in the same position,
The label on this thing reads:
【spares】
And what caught McGuffin's attention was——
Unlike the dim, unrecognizable Harry's prophecy ball, the silver mist inside this thing was shining, outlining a figure.
The figure is very familiar!
The date is also 13 years ago, and there is no dust on this crystal ball, as if someone has been checking and wiping it frequently.
"Take it!"
Voldemort urged impatiently from behind.
McGuffin reached out to the crystal ball below.
There was no reaction from magic defense, and he didn't go crazy. (There is no name on it, which means that anyone can pick it up, which is in line with McGuffin's own expectations.)
"Albert, don't be clever... that's not what I want..." snapped Voldemort, "not it... the one on top you should need to touch..."
McGuffin ignored it.
The crystal ball is not as cold as imagined in the hand. Instead, it has a warm feeling. It is like a hand warmer in winter. The silver mist inside gradually lights up with the touch of McGuffin, just like Grindelwald’s prophecy ball.
It was a small bar dirtier than the [Leaky Cauldron], the scene inside was extremely dark, and the tables and chairs seemed to be covered with a layer of greasy, black grease.
As usual, with those ridiculous glasses, she was pretending to say something to that old fox Dumbledore.
"--this is?"
The illusion of the crystal ball made Voldemort change his mind, he ordered coldly.
"give me!"
McGuffin throws the crystal ball at Voldemort.
With a light wave of his hand, the crystal ball automatically flew into the hands of the Dark Lord.
Voldemort turned impatiently at Wormtail, and said in disgust, "You trash, you're not even as good as a little wizard... After such a long time, why haven't you found this thing?"
Then he raised his head, stared closely at the little wizard and said, "Albert, it seems that Dumbledore told you a lot? So...you should know the prophecy about Harry and me?"
"Answer me!" He ordered very sharply in a tone that could not be refused.
"I probably understand! After you appeared last semester...Dumbledore explained to Harry and me why you...a powerful dark wizard is so obsessed with dealing with a little wizard like Harry! But we only know a rough idea, we only know that there is a prophecy that reveals the fate of Harry and you..."
McGuffin hoped to use this kind of ambiguous words to fool the past and delay some time by the way.
"What the hell is that prophecy?" McGuffin asked back, trying to buy time.
Voldemort sneered and said, "That's just right... Come and listen to it, too!"
He tapped the crystal ball in his hand with his long, pointed, thin... dreadful ogre-like fingers.
The silver mist inside drifted out, and a silver screen was quickly built between the shelf aisles.
Trelawney's crazy and stupid appearance appeared in front of McGuffin again.
Her hoarse, rough, playful voice reappeared—
"...the one who will destroy the Dark Lord is approaching...born of the family that defeated him three times...born at the end of July..."
The picture suddenly disappeared, and Professor Trelawney's voice dissipated like soap bubbles.
It was very quiet in the room, and no one made a sound.
"Sure enough, it's Severus' memory!"
An exasperated look appeared on Voldemort's face, and he spoke to break the silence.
"Master—Master...that man...is Harry Potter?"
Wormtail tried to please Voldemort smartly, and asked about the characters mentioned in the prophecy just now.
Voldemort waved his wand impatiently, Peter Pettigrew put his head between his thighs, rolled into a ball, and rolled out of the aisle.
"Get away, trash! Even a little wizard is not as good as...bring Nagia here...and call Bella, tell her to act quickly, find that thing and bring it to me...it seems...we are in some trouble."
Voldemort seemed to have sensed something, his red eyes widened, and his snake face suddenly swelled up, looking even more menacing.
Then there was a rustling in the distance, and Wormtail moaned in pain, as if the creature was struggling to run.
Not long after, the big snake named Nagia twisted its body, meandered over, and coiled around Voldemort.
"Okay, don't waste your time!"
"Albert... go and bring it to me... bring me Harry's prophecy crystal ball, don't waste time... otherwise..." he threatened fiercely.
The McGuffin approached the crystal ball.
However, the weird performance of the amber fishbone necklace around his neck gave him a lot of hope. Did Dumbledore tell himself to delay? (The necklace seems to be melting, the heat scorching his skin, McGuffin trying not to let Voldemort see anything)
"Yes, show it to me...a smart person like you...will choose actions that are beneficial to you..."
McGuffin raised his wand, said a spell, the crystal ball did not fly into his hand according to the effect of the spell, and then he turned his wand into something like a spoon and tried to scoop it off the shelf.
It's a pity that it was like passing through a phantom of light, the wooden-handled spoon that the wand turned into flashed across the figure of the crystal ball.
Voldemort was amused, and his laughter echoed back and forth between the crystal ball and the towering shelves of the [Hall of Prophecy].
"That thing can only be held by the wizard himself... Originally, the best way should be to let Harry Potter give it to me, so that I can also know what's inside, but after all...your good friend is not here, so you can only do this drudgery."
"Okay, don't be clever, and don't delay time... I know you think so, but my patience has been exhausted by your clumsy tricks."
he snapped at last, and pointed his wand up at the MacGuffin.
McGuffin was forced to have no choice but to put down his wand, and slowly reached out to touch the crystal ball.
——Is this the only way?
He knew that once he touched this thing, if there was no mistake in the plot, he would definitely go crazy due to the attack of the protective spell in the [Hall of Prophecy], and he would be directly slaughtered by Voldemort.
——Still fighting.
At the moment that is about to touch,
McGuffin waved his hand, and all the crystal balls next to Voldemort flew up and smashed into each other.
Hundreds of crystal balls crackled and fell to the ground,
When a pearly white figure appeared in the air with the sound of a crystal ball shattering,
Taking advantage of this opportunity, McGuffin turned around and ran away. From time to time, he waved his wand to set up an "obstacle spell" in an attempt to stop Voldemort's pursuit.
McGuffin didn't dare to push the shelf down and shake it directly. He didn't dare to take the risk of destroying Harry's [Crystal Ball of Prophecy], lest he be useless to Voldemort, and a 'Chewing Curse' came over and directly killed him.
"Damn fool, you are asking for your own death!" Voldemort roared from behind.
With a wave of his wand, the crystal balls that had been smashing at him one after another were stopped in the air, and then fell to the ground and shattered.
The strange voices of various prophets appeared intermittently in the broken glass shards.
Silver phantoms crowded the aisle between the shelves, blocking the view between Voldemort and the MacGuffin.
Voldemort appeared next to Harry's prophecy crystal ball almost instantly, and after seeing that it was all right, he waved his wand to disperse the silver mist in front of him.
And McGuffin has already 'jumped' to the end of No.90's seventh row by virtue of the effect of the levitation spell.
There is a door there, a gap is being pulled open, it seems to be the place where Wormtail passed, or maybe it is the door leading to the [Hall of Time]...
But what about it?
No matter what... it's better than the current situation.
Just as McGuffin ran to the front and was about to open the door, his body suddenly froze, and then he tiptoed off the ground, and quickly backed up...to Voldemort's side.
"It's pretty smart, it didn't destroy the [Prophecy Ball]... otherwise you would have died there."
The McGuffin was turned by Voldemort, and the two looked at each other. He saw the nostrils of the snake face suddenly open, snorting, looking extremely impatient.
"Don't challenge my patience, if you can't force the wizard to take that thing, don't you think you can live until now..."
"Two choices, go and get the things to me, or - die!"
Afterwards, Voldemort frowned, looked at the top of his head, as if he had noticed something...
He waved his magic wand, and uttered a strange and infiltrating spell. A black mist emerged from the tip of the wand, gushing and churning, and rushed to the ceiling extremely quickly, circling, and then left the [Hall of Prophecy] at high speed.
Not five or six seconds later, above... the entire [Prophecy Hall] wall, ground and ceiling heard a loud rumbling sound, and the strong vibration made the surrounding wooden frames tremble continuously.
Fortunately, the crystal ball seemed to have been cast some kind of magic, and it did not fall out.
At the same time, the amber cuttlefish bone necklace that McGuffin was wearing also began to vibrate constantly, and then it was connected to the movement just now and Voldemort's sense of urgency...
McGuffin knew that the letters he had notified the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore had worked.
All he had to do was buy time and wait for the Aurors.
but……
"quick!"
A green light directly blew up the crystal ball next to the McGuffin to pieces.
The fragments flew, drawing several bloodstains on McGuffin's face.
It's 【Killing Curse】!
Voldemort, I'm afraid he can't tolerate himself delaying time.
McGuffin could only tremble, and stretched out his hands to the crystal ball.
(End of this chapter)
