Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Quidditch pitch.

Although it is already the summer vacation, all students will not be willing to miss such a game——

The four most powerful wizards in a century are related to the life and death 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 is being used again. As a large venue with a capacity of 100,000 people, it accommodates countless wizards from all over the world.

There are many more people who can't come here, but they are following this game all the time through newspapers or other means.

And on the lawn in the center of the Quidditch pitch, Voldemort stood as tall as a gun.

He was the first to arrive. After last night's attack, he couldn't wait to get back here and wait for the game to start. For him, this is not just a game, but also an expectation to dominate the magical world.

Defeat Dumbledore and kill Cyrus!

He wants to solve all hidden dangers.

The time is getting closer.

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

This day, which represents death, represents the day when the great Dark Lord once again takes control of the world, is so sunny.

He felt it was a bit dazzling, but the faces of the more than a thousand bustling students in the audience were blurry. He guessed that Harry Potter might be among them, or that the other party was too frightened to show up again last night.

In fact, Harry really wasn't there.

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

"Where's Harry, I heard you were attacked last night." Hermione asked.

She heard it from Ginny.

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

Ron whispered what happened to Hermione, and Ginny also listened carefully.

"I guess the mysterious man must have achieved his goal." After hearing this, Hermione immediately expressed her guess. She looked towards the court and towards the person who looked very similar to Cyrus. Under the sunlight, the Dark Lord actually looked somewhat divine.

"He emphasized several times before that he didn't care about the prophecy or Harry, but he still attacked Harry, which shows that what he wanted must be something else," she said.

"What if he wants his soul back?" Ginny asked.

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

"If that's the case, the mysterious man wouldn't have given up on Harry so easily last night." Hermione said, and she asked Ron, "So where is Harry?"

"He's staying at Sirius's house. Dumbledore said it was best for him to hide." Ron explained.

But in fact, the Harry Potter he thought was Cyrus was currently in the Headmaster's Office with the real Harry.

Now, with Cyrus in his face, he looked at Dumbledore and Cyrus with a bit of complaint: "Actually, you were able to deal with him last night, right? If you two work together, you can definitely defeat him."

In fact, what Harry was thinking was that Cyrus should work with Dumbledore to stop Voldemort.

Last night, Ron and the twins were injured. The worst thing was Lupine. Almost all the bones in his body were crushed by Voldemort's spell. If this was not a magical world, Lupine would have died long ago.

"You can defeat him, but you can't kill him." Cyrus said calmly.

Harry's disguise at the moment was perfect in terms of transfiguration, but the problem was that their personalities were so different.

Harry became even more irritable.

Not to mention, it looked a little strange now that he was showing those expressions on Cyrus's face.

When it came to killing, Harry fell silent again.

Neither Dumbledore nor Cyrus could kill Voldemort. He was the only one who could do it, because his scar contained Voldemort's soul, and because he was Voldemort's Horcrux.

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

By now, Harry wasn't actually scared at all.

He was fully prepared, telling himself that there was nothing terrible about death and that it wouldn't hurt at all. According to James, it was just a dream, but Dumbledore said that death is another adventure.

These words reassured Harry.

But that doesn't mean he's willing to die.

He still has nostalgia in this world - his best Ron, Hermione, Ginny...his godfather Sirius Black, whom he has only known for a short time, as well as Cyrus, Quidditch and Hogwarts of all.

"Does it have to be me?" he asked sadly, "You all know that I am actually not special at all. I don't have enough power to fight Voldemort. Just because of that prophecy, can I defeat him with this? Am I going to die just because of this?!"

He became more and more excited, and now he was yelling at Dumbledore and Cyrus.

But no one would fault him for it.

Before real death comes, many people may think that death is no big deal, and they cannot realize 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 and would not 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. , being unable to kill Voldemort is why you have to take on such a huge responsibility."