A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Yuumi claimed to be the master of the two-legged beasts, and was very dissatisfied with the strange red bird in front of him. At this moment, it was staring at the other party angrily, vowing to take back its exclusive territory - the sofa!

"Meow~" Yuumi growled, arched his back, and his fluffy hair stood up, trying to make himself look more majestic.

He narrowed his emerald eyes and warned with the most deterrent voice: "This is my territory, you uninvited guest!"

The phoenix turned his head to glance at the kitten, then turned his head gracefully and continued to comb his feathers that were as bright as flames.

How could Yuumi give up when being despised by the other party!

He lowered his body, and his round eyes stared straight at the slender neck of the phoenix. The hind legs kept shaking slightly, like a bow ready to shoot, ready to shoot a fatal blow at any time.

Suddenly, swish!

Yuumi instantly activated his skills: moving at high speed, swooping out like an arrow from a string, leaving a blurred afterimage in the air. It stretched out its claws confidently, but it missed.

Clang~ (I'm here.) The crisp chirping of the phoenix seemed to be laughing at it.

Yumi turned around suddenly, and saw that the hateful red bird had come to the other end of the sofa without knowing when. What's more hateful is that it stood on its soft pillow.

It immediately lowered its body and kicked its hind legs hard, leaving several deep pits on the sofa.

Clang~ (Wrong again.)

…

The cat and the bird were having a lot of fun on the sofa. Yumi jumped up and down, rushed left and right, while the phoenix was not in a hurry and always disappeared suddenly at the last moment.

Finally, exhausted Yumi fell on the sofa with a whimper. It hugged a soft pillow and kept kicking its hind legs, as if to vent all its frustration.

Clang?

Phoenix teased several times, but Yumi didn't respond. The little cat had completely given up. It just wanted to protect its territory. What bad thoughts could it have?

Moreover, Yumi was keenly aware that the red bird in front of her was completely different from the dull owl at home. The other party seemed to have the ability to travel through space, and it could never catch it.

"You two had a lot of fun." Jessica smiled with relief when she saw that they could get along harmoniously.

Outside the window, the night was gradually fading, and the sky showed a gray-blue color between night and dawn. Jessica looked around and didn't see her son. She thought he might have gone to catch up on his sleep, so she didn't call him out.

She leaned over and hugged the exhausted Yumi into her arms, and the kitten curled up comfortably in her warm arms.

Then, she sprinkled a handful of light and shadow powder and prepared to watch the information released by the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with traditional owl letters and magic newspapers, the dragon crystal magic mirror greatly accelerated the speed of information dissemination. In just half a year, many families have developed the habit of watching the mirror every day.

However, when the first voice came out of the magic mirror, Jessica's heart sank suddenly.

"...Amelia is a fool..."

This icy voice definitely did not belong to any of the Ministry of Magic staff. It was followed by a creepy hissing sound, like the whisper of some venomous snake.

Jessica raised her head, frowned, and her face was as gloomy as iron. The owner of this voice was none other than the Dark Lord who appeared in the mirror.

He was suspended in a vast snowy field, and under his feet was the stolen 9th floor of the Ministry of Magic-the Department of Mysteries.

The huge building was in sharp contrast with the surrounding ice and snow, like an abrupt black fortress.

"Such an excellent communication tool was used by you to publish boring texts." Voldemort's tone was full of contempt and disdain.

He shook his wand, and several figures suddenly appeared on the snow.

Sirius, the Longbottom couple and other missing persons were forced to kneel on the ground. Despite being at a disadvantage, they still looked up and glared at Voldemort, with unyielding fire burning in their eyes.

"Crucio!" Voldemort whispered coldly. He didn't like the look in these people's eyes.

In an instant, several green magic lights shuttled through the members of the Order of the Phoenix like venomous snakes. Sirius and others were instantly engulfed by severe pain, and their bodies twitched uncontrollably.

They clenched their teeth, trying not to let the screams of pain blurt out, but broken groans still came out from time to time.

Voldemort showed a morbid smile, as if he was enjoying a carefully choreographed concert.

Suddenly, he flew towards the dragon crystal magic mirror like a black lightning. The pale, bony hands tightly grasped the frame of the mirror, and the morbid face almost drilled out of the mirror.

Jessica was shocked and thought Voldemort was going to rush out of the mirror. Her hands tightened unconsciously, holding Yumi in her arms so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

"Harry Potter," he hissed, "Want to save them? Come here alone, you know where I am!"

The image and sound in the mirror suddenly disappeared, but fear kept drilling out through the mirror. The entire magic world, just like the atmosphere in the room at this moment, fell into a suffocating silence.

Rogge stood at the door, and he saw everything in the mirror just now.

"Rogge?" Suddenly, an anxious voice came from the burning fireplace, breaking the silence in the room.

An anxious face appeared from the Floo Network, it was the Minister of Magic Amelia. "Mrs. Jessica, is your son Rogge here?"

Jessica woke up from her dream, and just as she was about to respond, she saw her son coming over.

"Minister, what happened to the live broadcast just now? Why did the magic mirror..."

"The Dragon Crystal Mirror was stolen by the Death Eaters." Amelia sighed and briefly introduced: "Not only that, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures also lost a batch of extremely dangerous magical creatures. They are all 5X level."

"We are looking for Harry Potter, but he is not at Black Manor. Roger, can you locate the location of the Dragon Crystal Mirror?"

Rog frowned and shook his head slowly, "The magic mirror is just a normal magic prop, just like the Golden Snitch, the maker has no idea who it will end up in."

"Well, it seems that we have to try to find Dumbledore." Amelia said, as if she was about to withdraw from the Floo Network.

Rog hurriedly asked: "Is the principal's body... Is he okay?"

Amelia stopped moving, and her expression became more solemn: "Albus was attacked by magic because of the explosion of his wand."

"The doctors at St. Mungo's are actively treating him, but he has been unable to use spells in the past few days."

"So serious?" Roger took a breath of cold air, and his heart was alarmed. His brain was working fast, and a terrible thought emerged: "Voldemort is so brazen in open provocation, he won't know about this."

In the entire magical world, except Dumbledore, there is no wizard who can restrain Voldemort. If the prophesied Harry Potter is killed, Voldemort will seem to have won.

After Amelia's head disappeared from the fireplace, the room fell silent again. Roger slowly sat on the sofa, his eyes unfocused, thinking deeply.

Yuumi jumped out of Jessica's arms and jumped on his knees. It snored and curled up, as if to prove its family throne to the phoenix.

At this time, Roger's thoughts had drifted to the prophecy ball in the Department of Mysteries. If I remember correctly, only those mentioned in the prophecy can get it.

Perhaps there are variables in the identity of Harry and Neville as the "child of prophecy", but one thing is certain: Voldemort is definitely the unchanging key figure in the prophecy.

In other words, the other party stole the Department of Mysteries in order to get the prophecy ball and learn the full content of the prophecy.

Roger couldn't help but whisper: "The one who can defeat the Dark Lord is approaching. Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July."

Hearing her son's mumbling, Jessica gently shook his shoulders, her eyes full of worry: "Rogge, what's wrong? What did you just read?"

"A prophecy about the Dark Lord." Roger looked up at his mother and sighed deeply.

He thought for a moment and simply told the prophecy in full: "The Dark Lord will mark him as his rival, but he will have powers that the Dark Lord does not know. One of them must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives. The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July."

"Where did this come from?"

"I can't say, but the reason why Voldemort disappeared that year was because he was backfired by the child in the prophecy."

"The spell that Lily Potter cast on Harry verified part of the prophecy." Jessica thought of something and asked hurriedly: "So, this is why he has been chasing Harry?"

"Yes, that prophecy led to his death." Roger nodded, and then said: "He got the first half of the prophecy at the time, and the child born at the end of July could fight him."

"July 31, 1980..." Jessica murmured in a low voice, lost in thought.

After a long time, she spoke: "The prophecy is the most elusive in magic, and it is also something that is destined to become a reality. No wonder he rushed into Godric's Hollow that year..."

"Alas, the prophecy came true." There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "I understand, he wants to destroy the prophecy."

Rogge shook his head gently, with a bitter smile on his face: "In fact, no matter who dies, it is part of the prophecy."

He expressed his understanding of the prophecy, "I once investigated the wizards who entered school at the same time as me, and found that Neville and Harry were born on the same day of the same month of the same year, both in late July."

Jessica opened her eyes wide in surprise, "You mean, Neville may also be the child in the prophecy? There are two children in the magic world?"

"That's right. And compared to the Potters hiding in Godric's Hollow, Neville's parents have been on the front line against Voldemort."

Rogge continued to analyze Analysis: "The most important thing in the prophecy is Voldemort himself and the choice he made."

"His choice?" Jessica's eyes were full of doubts, "You mean, Voldemort chose Harry, which determined the whole picture of the prophecy. The Longbottoms..."

She paused, as if recalling some unpleasant experiences: "Although they are members of the Order of the Phoenix, they can't even deal with Bella."

"But how could Lily know in advance that her son would be chosen by the Dark Lord?" She shook her head slightly, disagreeing with her son's point of view: "The ancient magic that protects Harry is very mysterious, even with the background of the pure-blood family, there is no similar one."

"In fact, no one in the magic world knows what spell she used at the time. If the Dark Lord chose Neville, wouldn't it be..."

When Roger heard his mother's words, he suddenly realized a possibility and his face suddenly became solemn. His thoughts had been focused on Harry before, but now he realized that Voldemort had two choices at the time.

The room fell silent, with only the slight crackling of the flames in the fireplace. Both mother and son realized that they were standing on the edge of uncovering a huge mystery, and this mystery might completely change their understanding of the entire prophecy event.

A question arose in his mind: What exactly caused Voldemort to rush into Godric's Hollow after learning the prophecy? It was as if he was sure that Harry was the child in the prophecy.

"Turn two into one." Roger whispered to himself, thinking of his teacher Snape, "Yes, the prophecy was leaked. But who gave him the option?"

If Voldemort only knew that Harry was born in late July, then he had one and only one option.

Roger's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Voldemort seems to have the power to choose his opponent. But in fact, his right to choose has long been deprived, and someone deliberately sent Harry to him."

A name emerged in Roger's mind, and he almost couldn't help whispering: "Albus~"

"Well, what's wrong?" Jessica looked at him curiously, not hearing her son's mumbling just now.

"Oh, nothing." Roger shook his head quickly. He finally understood why Voldemort wanted to get the prophecy.

In the first half, he only knew that the child born in late July could fight against him. But in the second half, he will find that he can choose who is that child.

"Harry and Neville are not the same. Maybe in the first grade, he found out through Quirrell that both of them were born in late July, which made him suspicious."

Although Voldemort's temperament became unpredictable because of the split soul. But Roger never doubted his intelligence. After all, Voldemort's big bald head has proved to the world that he is an extremely smart person.

"After he stole the Department of Mysteries, he must have been able to get the prophecy ball and learn the second half of the prophecy... Wait, does he really need to kill Harry Potter?"

Rog stood up suddenly and thought of another possibility: "Voldemort has always had the right to choose the child of prophecy, he just didn't know it before."

"In this case, he can completely re-mark and let Neville replace the previous Harry. Kill Neville first, then kill Harry..."

If he is Voldemort, he will definitely take this safer method. But considering Voldemort's personality and incomplete soul, perhaps he will bite the bullet and stay with Harry until his death.

"Or will he use a double trick? On the surface, he will confront Harry, and secretly capture Neville?" Rog felt that he had grasped some clues, "Dumbledore, can't you really cast a spell?"