[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Is the current appearance the full picture of Dorothy's curse?Harry felt Aunt Petunia's hand gripping his tightly for a split second.It seemed to hurt, but he couldn't feel it at all now. He also looked at the vertical and horizontal lines on his cousin's body in shock and fear. They rushed towards her together, and rushed towards their relatives without thinking. instinct.

But Dumbledore stopped them with an invisible barrier. His face was astonishingly serious, and he lowered his eyes to stare intently at the criss-crossing bright red threads on Dorothy's body. They spread across her body thinly and densely. She was completely surrounded by it.

It seemed to form a cocoon around her body.The thought flashed across Harry's mind unexpectedly, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.It was common knowledge that larvae cocooned and turned into butterflies, and he never thought there was anything wrong with it.But at this moment, an absurd thought suddenly popped up in his heart... Is it still the former larva that turned into a butterfly?What exactly did it go through in the cocoon to cause such an astonishing drastic change in its whole body?

The faint thought made him shudder, Harry couldn't help shivering, and pressed his lower lip tightly.

Dumbledore looked at Dorothy for a long time, and his eyes fell on her for a long time. After an unknown period of time, under the gaze of the other three people in the room, he finally sighed heavily and spoke softly.

"It turned out to be like this." He murmured, "It's a brilliant curse, no one can think of...I think there is someone in this world who can do it."

"What's going on, Principal Dumbledore?" Petunia asked pretending to be calm in front of the children, but the uncontrollable tremor in her voice still betrayed her.Her fear was palpable, but no one felt it needed to be spoken about, it was completely human.

Dumbledore looked at her, his blue eyes were deep and sad, he was calm, but this kind of calm made people breathless.

"When Isaac and Dorothy were not born, Voldemort cast a curse on them," he said. "Eli and I have been studying this problem for many years, trying to figure out the specific content of Voldemort's curse." .In our common sense, it is difficult to form a curse on two unborn babies. Everything about a child is full of uncertainty before they are born. It is impossible for him to grasp a detailed point to curse, if not The marks of the curse on the two children, we almost thought that his curse had failed... But, as you all know, the curse of the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not been solved until now. In fields related to science, we must admit that Voldemort has amazing talent and power. His curse this time is still successful, very special and very successful."

"What exactly is it?" Petunia asked in a tense voice, her pupils constricted.

"We can find from Voldemort's past experience that in his life, there are two things he yearns for the most: one is a long life, and the other is great power." Dumbledore said solemnly, sighing silently, "very Obviously, he thinks this is what other people fear the most. He has always been a self-centered, self-centered person who doesn't care what others think. The most powerful curse he can think of is like this, taking away people's health, taking away The power of man, he thought it would make the damned fearful and submit to him."

"He dreams." Isaac said coldly, his eyes had never been so sharp, and no one would not be angry when he knew that his fatal flaw came from someone else's malice. One day or two, everyone will fear and surrender, and one year or two will be submissive. How about ten years? How about 100 years? Do you think that people who are oppressed to the extreme will not resist? If the oppression is so heavy Lethal, what's the difference between living and fighting to die?"

"Obviously, Voldemort wouldn't understand this." Dumbledore shook his head.His eyes turned to Isaac, and he stared at him for a moment, with thought in his eyes.

"The curse on me hasn't changed the same as Dorothy." After realizing the reason for his gaze, Isaac opened his mouth and pulled up his sleeve, "After I entered the second grade, the imprint spread out. There are some thin lines, but the speed has been very slow, and there has been no abnormality. It is not red, and of course, this black sometimes looks very ominous."

"Yes, of course, the curses of the two of you are different." Dumbledore said softly, watching his curse marks carefully, "It will always happen that each inherits a part of the whole. "The Poet Beedou's Stories Collection has written the story of Death and the three brothers. They also received the same gift from Death. In the mysterious field of magic, a heavy gift does not always come to only one person. "

His eyes also glanced at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Harry raised his hand and touched the indelible mark left on his forehead. How many families, how many lives, and how many futures have been turned upside down by the person called the Dark Lord.

"I've lost my strength," Isaac whispered. "Dorothy has lost her...long life? Is that so?"

Petunia's eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Obviously, the bad memories of Dorothy's life-threatening blood flow as a child reappeared from the dusty corner of c and came to her, stinging her once again.

"It was originally like this." Dumbledore said, "But of course, as long as you work hard and face it positively, bad things will always turn around, and it was the same this time. After Dorothy got the blessing of the unicorn, To a certain extent, the appearance effect of her curse has been lifted. At that time, we had hoped to check her arm to see if the mark related to the curse on her arm had disappeared. If the curse was really lifted, Then theoretically the imprint associated with it would indeed be removed...but to our disappointment, it is still there, as if mocking us for thinking too optimistically about things."

"So what exactly does this mean?" Harry couldn't help asking, "The effect of the curse is lifted, but the curse is still there?"

"If Voldemort doesn't reveal the answer himself, then no one can say that his conjecture is the correct answer." Dumbledore whispered, "So here, I can only put forward a conjecture of my own... I think Voldemort is for the answer." We asked a question. A question that puzzled him for a long time, and he could not get the answer - how can a person overcome the shortness of life and the weakness of power? Black wizards have the way of black wizards, but what about white wizards? What will they do? Not knowing whether the answer he was looking for was the right one, he wanted to see other solutions."

Harry opened his mouth, and looked at him a little unresponsively, feeling a huge shock in himself.

one question?

Questions for the White Wizard?

He conducts experiments on unborn babies, depriving a person of the gift from fate that a person should have received, just to make himself better able to fly over death and become stronger, he has to use others to do this without blinking an eye. sacrifice?

In his opinion, these may not even reach the level of sacrificing others, after all, they are still alive.

He doesn't care how a person lives.

Harry's mind was full of thoughts for a while, and he didn't know where to start.Beside him, Aunt Petunia froze for a while before she spoke, trying to calm herself down, get her mind clear and functioning again.

"He can't get answers from Dorothy and Isaac," she said firmly, with uncontrollable anger in her voice. "Neither from us! We are not afraid of personal Sacrifice, we calmly face the insignificance of our own strength! No matter when, we will face up to everything about ourselves, and then strive to surpass!"

"Yes, Voldemort will never understand." Dumbledore agreed, but then he shook his head slowly and his eyes fell on Dorothy.

"But now he has found a so-called answer for himself." Dumbledore said softly, with heavy worries in his eyes, "The defeat ten years ago was a fatal blow to him, and he began to think about the problem. Where...then maybe the simultaneous awakening and mutual repulsion caused by the split soul reminded him that he didn't have a strong enough body full of power."

Petunia's face was pale, and her eyes were fixed on her daughter.

"I think," said Dumbledore slowly, "that he has found a perfect body for himself."

After a short period of dead silence, Petunia suddenly spoke again.

There is a bit of undisguised hysteria in her business, but she suppresses these emotions on the verge of collapse with calmness.She took a deep breath and asked word by word: "Who will Eli meet when he enters Dorothy's dream?"

"I'm afraid this answer is not optimistic." The old man with white beard and hair paused for a while before saying, "But he should have vaguely guessed it before going in."

In the dream, the originally quiet forest suddenly turned into a man-eating beast, with vines wrapping branches and leaves, and violently swept towards Eli. A short distance from the unicorn, it seemed to become a monster in an instant. Tianchao.

The road ahead has become rough and bumpy, but he has not flinched from such difficulties in the slightest.He tried his best to move forward, through the bizarre dream world, avoiding the vines, branches, and storms, and rushed to the very center of the forest.

The unicorn had already stood up at his sound reminder, avoiding the sneak attack of the basilisk.Eli didn't care about it immediately, he rushed to the middle of the forest, to the extremely strange daughter with scarlet eyes, his expression was slightly distorted by extreme anger.

"Leave my - daughter's - consciousness world, you - old pervert!!"

The man with scarlet eyes ignored his attack, he had already taken root in it, and was able to quietly manipulate the girl's spiritual world, no one could hurt him here, he was incomparable in the habitat he carefully selected Safety--

But when Eli's hand passed through all kinds of grotesque phantoms and precisely pinched his neck, the superior expression on his face suddenly froze.

——The master of this conscious world obeyed her father's strong will at a critical moment.

It is an extremely indescribable feeling to have your soul held in the palm of another person.When Eli grasped his soul, several different pictures appeared in his mind in an instant, his head was in severe pain, and those pictures rushed to flash in front of him.

An adult Voldemort wandering around Hogwarts Castle.

Tom Riddle, a teenager walking alone in the wilderness of London.

A descendant of Slytherin hiding in an abandoned manor.

A master of power in the Nordic countries.

At the same moment, at this moment, their scarlet eyes opened suddenly, and they covered their heads in fright and pain.

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