[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Dumbledore's blue eyes closed in pain, and his voice echoed in the silent room: "If I hadn't entrusted you to your uncle and aunt's house, you would have had a happy childhood...you would have Grow into a healthy little prince, and some of the dark sides you have now, the things we can't avoid talking about, won't exist either."

"In this case, why did you foster me with my uncle and aunt?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, glanced at Harry over the half-moon glasses, and continued: "My answer is that my first concern is for you to survive. I know you may More dangerous than anyone else. At that moment, Voldemort was defeated a few hours ago, but his supporters are still at large, angry and brutal desperadoes, and many of them Scary as Voldemort. I need to decide years in advance for years to come."

"Do I really believe that Voldemort is gone forever?" he asked himself, shaking his head, and said, "No. I don't believe it. I don't know when he will come back though, ten years, twenty years, or fifty years." Years from now, but I'm sure he'll be back, and from what I know of him, I'm sure he won't sit still until he gets rid of you."

"I know that Voldemort's knowledge of magic is probably greater than that of any wizard alive today. I also know that once he has regained his full magic power, I am afraid that I may not be able to beat him even with the most complicated and powerful spells. "

"However, I also know where Voldemort's weakness is. So I decided that ancient magic should be used to protect you. He knows this magic, despises it, and he has always underestimated it -"

"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted suddenly.

Professor Dumbledore stopped talking and looked at him questioningly.

Harry's lips twitched a few times, but no words came out.Old magic, old magic, old magic... the word swirled in his mind, evoking the memory of that moment.

——The Dark Lord appeared in front of his eyes with a slightly malicious smile: "Your mother used her life to cast an ancient and powerful black magic, which deflected Avada Kedavra."

——"A very commendable black magic, with a very nice name - the guardian of love. Guided by blood and obsession, sacrifice your own soul and life to protect you until you reach adulthood. The caster is lost , do not enter reincarnation, but the effect is outstanding, it can even rebound Avada Kedavra, and make it impossible for anyone who is malicious to you to find you or approach you."

——"The soul is scattered, not reincarnated—for many wizards, death will start another journey, and those who are unwilling to go on will stay in the world and become ghosts. Your mother can never choose these two paths. No trace will be left in the world."

—— "Oh, I think I have to remind you one more thing, Harry, your mother is a bitch who grew up in the Muggle world, you know, such ancient, profound, dangerous and powerful black magic with serious consequences is not A girl in the Muggle world can know it, and I think your father, although he was born in a magical family, his studies-he shouldn't know such magic, and even if he did, he wouldn't want himself to know it. wife to study."

——The voice of the Dark Lord seems to be far away in the clouds: "I admit that I underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect Dumbledore to be so ruthless. I guess your mother didn't expect such serious consequences when she cast this protection , I admit that many mothers are willing to die for their children, but it is really too much to lose all possible futures for their children..."

If this question is asked, whatever the answer is, it probably means...means... maybe someone, someone he trusts, is lying...

Harry tried several times, and finally asked the question: "What ancient magic?"

"Very ancient magic, with a very nice name, it's called the Guardian of the Goddess." Dumbledore said.

Harry's heart seemed to be suddenly tied to a huge weight, and it kept sinking and sinking.He heard himself asking, his voice was so ethereal that it seemed to be floating in the clouds: "It, this so-called 'Guardian of Love', what kind of magic is it?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and said, "Harry, how much do you know about the history of wizards? I mean, the very beginning, the wild era."

Harry shook his head; he knew next to nothing about it.

"In the age of ignorance in ancient times, some people discovered that they had magical powers. They explored, tried, and studied, and formed the original and roughest magic system. The magic at that time was rough and primitive. At that time, there were no magic wands. , without spells, ancient wizards often used sacrifices, blood, lives, and souls as the price to trigger the power of magic."

"Judging by the current standards, those magics are all black magic," said Dumbledore. "Of course, the standards have changed with the progress of the times. At that time, they belonged to the category of normal magic."

Harry seemed to realize something: "... the protection of love is a primitive magic?"

"Yes, it is such a primitive magic," Dumbledore said, "rough, but powerful. Guided by blood and obsession, sacrifice your own soul and life to protect you until you reach adulthood."

Harry pursed his lips.

"There is one thing I haven't told you, Harry..." Dumbledore hesitated, and said, "The price of this magic is that the caster's soul is lost, and he cannot enter reincarnation."

Harry's breath almost stopped.

"I'm worried... I think it may have too much impact on you." Dumbledore's blue eyes welled up with tears, "Please forgive an old man for hiding it on his own initiative, I just... just don't want you to have Too heavy a psychological burden... Your mother... Lily is a very great mother, she must hope that you can live easily, instead of carrying the psychological burden that makes her frightened, living in her shadow..."

For a moment neither of them spoke.

There seemed to be a deep well of despair in Harry's heart, and his words were drawn from this well.He opened his mouth slowly: "So... so, my mother, how did she know about this spell? Since this spell is so old and primitive?"

"Harry, how do you think the ancient wizards discovered those magics? - these magics exist there, just like the current spells, as long as certain conditions are met, they will be triggered. You don't need to know its existence, There is no need to understand its meaning. The ancient wizards just summed up the phenomenon that certain conditions will trigger, recorded it, and called this phenomenon "the guardian of love". As long as there is a strong enough obsession and enough intimacy blood, willing to sacrifice their lives if they can not die, it will activate."

Tears filled Dumbledore's blue eyes, and finally a drop flowed down his cheek and into his long gray beard: "Lily, she doesn't know the existence of this magic, she just...she just naturally , all the conditions are met, she is just... she is just willing to sacrifice herself to protect you."

Harry lowered his head, staring at the floor, not wanting to say a word.

He was moved, but at the same time couldn't help feeling terrified.

Her mother died voluntarily for him.This sacrifice and love was too heavy, and it seemed that he suddenly had a heavier burden on his shoulders, and the pressure he had been carrying all along seemed to have a new source.

Dumbledore stretched out his left hand, wiped the tears from his face, and continued: "Voldemort was defenseless against the ancient magic triggered by this willing sacrifice, and he paid the price for it. He lost his body that Halloween night, and he was a complete loser."

"I found the relevant records of the protection of love based on the spell left on your body. According to the records, this will be an unexpected and lasting protection, and this protection is still flowing in your blood today. Therefore, I trust your mother of her blood. I handed you over to her sister, her only surviving relation."

Harry said slowly, in a dark voice: "She doesn't like me, she almost never gives me a little care and love."

"Really, I'm very sorry about this, Harry..." Dumbledore stared at Harry with blue eyes, sadness streaming from his eyes, "but she took you in after all, she may be Reluctantly, unhappy, grudgingly, complainingly, she took you in, and in the process she kept the spell I cast on you. Your mother's sacrifice made the bond of blood my The most powerful protective screen it can give you."

"The protection of love is a very powerful magic. Under the protection of this power, as long as you can still call the place where your mother's blood exists, you will not be disturbed or harmed by Voldemort there. Voldemort shed her blood, but that blood remains in you and her sister. Her blood becomes your refuge. As long as you call it home, you need to go back once a year. And as long as you are There, Voldemort couldn't hurt you. Your aunt knew that. I left the letter at her door and told me what I had done to you. She knew it was all right to keep you at home. Make sure you've been safe and sound for the past 15 years."

Harry said stiffly, "...but, but I'd rather not have that protection..."

He slowly put his hands on his arms and flinched, his gray, shadowy childhood, his heavy, costly maternal love, the scarlet eyes of the Dark Lord and the blue eyes of Dumbledore The eyes crossed and overlapped, and they turned into phantoms again in a trance.

The author has something to say: I don’t know how many people still remember the words that the Dark Lord described Dumbledore at the beginning (Chapter No. 16 of this article), and now I will make another interpretation from the perspective of Lao Deng.Everyone sees from a different perspective, and everyone wants to hide something different, so there is Rashomon.