Chapter 690 The red sun rises

A trace of panic flashed across Voldemort's pale snake face, but it was fleeting, and he covered up the panic faster.

From the moment Harry Potter "resurrected from the dead", panic has enveloped the Dark Lord's mind.

Voldemort couldn't understand: This time, no one protected Harry Potter and sacrificed for him, so why could he escape his own killing curse just like that night sixteen years ago.

Also, if Harry Potter was not dead, why didn't his Cruciatus Curse work on him, and why didn't his heart-breaking screams be heard.

The Dark Lord couldn't figure it out, he had too many doubts.

After Ada mentioned that the only ones who fell were Death Eaters, a wave of fear surged through Voldemort's body, and he remembered the pain of being stripped of his body, which was more painful than anything else.

The most unbearable thing is the days and nights after being stripped away, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul... no body, no magic, nothing.

"It seems you have remembered."

Ada's voice was light and airy, but it escalated the fear in Voldemort's heart. The fear of death - he no longer had Horcruxes, and now he was just a mortal, with a mortal body.

"That's right, you fell on the same spell again. Passive Resistance Spell, Love Spell, whatever you want to call it." Ada continued, "A very, very old magic, there is not even a book It is clearly recorded in ancient books, but it is the most powerful defensive spell in the world."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed and he said: "What do you want to express? Do you want to say that Potter, like his mudblood mother, sacrificed himself to protect others? How noble!"

Voldemort never understood what love was. He had never loved anyone, nor had he ever been truly loved by anyone.

Old Tom Riddle did not love Merope Gaunt, and the "love" between them was an accident; Merope did not love his son. Although the method was not clever, Merope was a genuine witch. Make any effort to survive and let your life come to an end.

His parents don't love him, the people in the orphanage don't love him, and the Death Eaters don't love him either...

Perhaps Bellatrix was the only one who loved him, but whether it was twisted love or morbid admiration, no one could tell.

If you don’t understand what love is, you naturally don’t understand the greatness of love.

Voldemort did not hesitate to kill Lily, even though his loyal servant Snape had begged him; Voldemort did not hesitate to point the wand at the infant Harry, even though Lily had begged him, begging him to He let Harry go.

As a result, his loyal servant became Dumbledore's spy; then, his killing curse rebounded and stripped his fragile soul out of the body.

And today, in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, Voldemort once again ignored love and allowed himself to make the same mistake again.

"Yes, a noble choice, a great choice." Ada said, "In order to protect everyone from you and to defeat you, Harry chose to 'sacrifice' himself and put himself under your knife. ."

Voldemort laughed, coldly and madly, echoing in the silent hall.

"It's sacrifice, it's love, it's childish, it's stupid!" Voldemort shouted, "He's not dead! There's no sacrifice!"

"Of course he won't sacrifice!" Ada's voice drowned out Voldemort's shouts. She continued: "Because someone protected him, Harry is as protected as he was that night sixteen years ago."

Voldemort suddenly stopped and stopped circling. He shouted: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! I killed that Mudblood with my own hands, and I also killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"Who said the only person who can protect Harry is Lily and Dumbledore." A smile broke out on Ada's face, as if she had heard some funny joke.

She continued: "You are the one who protects Harry!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Voldemort screamed. Instead of making him understand everything, Ada's explanation made him even more confused.

"That night in Godric's Hollow, the curse rebounded and your soul was stripped away. You just wanted to escape, but you didn't notice that a fragment of your soul was left there, attached to the only living thing in the building. I I think you understand what I'm saying, Tom."

Scarlet eyes turned to Harry, staring intently at him.

Unbelievably, Voldemort knew for the first time that Harry was a Horcrux he had accidentally created, but he destroyed it with his own hands.

However, there was still much that Voldemort didn't know. He thought that the Horcrux protected Harry and counteracted his own killing curse, but Voldemort did not know that in addition to him, Ada also gave Harry a layer of protection.

The double protection from the two devils allowed Harry Potter to survive the killing curse again. As for where Harry went and who he met during the time when he faked his death, Ada didn't know.

Voldemort's pupils shrank into two narrow slits, like a poisonous snake about to attack.

"And it all started with that prophecy, Tom," Ada continued. "If you ignore that prophecy, it's just a prophecy, a charlatan's trick to make ends meet. But you believe it. , and put it into action, the prophecy will come true, and you have personally determined your destined enemy."

Ada once imagined what the wizarding world would be like if Snape had not overheard Trelawney's prophecy, or had not told Voldemort the content of the prophecy, or if Voldemort had not taken the prophecy seriously.

First of all, Voldemort, who does not believe (do not know) the prophecy, will not go to Godric's Hollow, nor will he cause trouble for the Potters, nor will he be hit by the rebounding Killing Curse and lose his body and magic power.

In this way, the cloud of terror shrouding the British wizarding world will not dissipate, and the bloody rule of Voldemort and the Death Eaters will continue.

In terms of universal theory, it will take at least ten years for Harry, who has both parents, to grow up to be "a person capable of defeating the Dark Lord."

And these ten years have been enough for Voldemort to do many terrible things, and it is not impossible to unify England in the true sense.

Of course, there are no ifs and what-ifs in the world. Trelawney's prophecy was tailor-made for Voldemort, poking at his weakness and making him desperately want to kill the child in the prophecy.

Even if the child was just born, it would not be able to shake the Dark Lord's rule, let alone pose a direct threat to him.

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently, the hand holding the wand was shaking constantly, and the majestic magic power was gathering bit by bit.

Everything in the past sixteen years has been torn apart and crushed before him. If Voldemort still can't understand the reason for his failure, then it means that the stupid person is not Voldemort, but all living beings in the magical world.

The dim light of the morning sun became brighter and brighter, and the magic ceiling above the head burst out with a golden-red light, and a dazzling, dazzling red sun rose slowly.

The red sun is rising, its path is bright!

After experiencing the deepest night, the sunlight was so bright that it was a bit dazzling. Ada narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she could not accept the coming light.

At this moment, Voldemort's high-pitched voice sounded, carrying the last wish in his heart: Kill! Kill Esmeralda Drizzt! Kill Harry Potter! Kill them!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The killing curse's light suddenly lit up, and the green light covered up the red sun climbing into the sky.