[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

"Dorothy?!" Regulus immediately bent down in surprise, caught Dorothy with Isaac, and looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm... probably not very well?" Dorothy said blankly, her face pale. "I suddenly lost all strength...Sorry, I can't stand up right now...How about you, Isaac? Are you okay? ?"

After recovering from her sudden sense of powerlessness, she immediately looked at her brother.Isaac's complexion was also very ugly. Under her gaze, he simply shook his head, indicating that the ugly complexion was only due to his concern for her.

"Go upstairs and rest for a while." He said without any explanation, helping his sister up.Regulus took Dorothy from him, carried her upstairs, and said to Lupine who was anxiously leaning over from afar, "Use your guest room, Remus."

"Of course, you can find one at random." Remus said hastily, the worry on his face evident.Dorothy poked her head out and smiled weakly to comfort him, "I don't think there's anything serious about me, Uncle Remus, don't worry—maybe I slept a little late yesterday, and anyone can't help it when they're on vacation, Isn't it? Maybe I need an energy potion, then get a good night's sleep, and remember to call me down at dinner time!"

If you feel better then, sure.Remus nodded, still worried, but somewhat relaxed.

Those who were a little further away didn't see the scene where Isaac checked Dorothy's curse marks, and their worries were still on Dorothy's physical condition, and they didn't think about Voldemort for the time being.Isaac didn't say much, and it was obviously unwise to cast Voldemort's shadow over such a happy day without knowing what was going on.

He and Regulus brought Dorothy to the guest room, Sirius, Tonks and Molly also followed. They surrounded Dorothy and asked her worriedly for a long time. Dorothy's She hid her body under the quilt, answered their questions with a smile, and soon showed a tired look on her brows. After convincing them that all this was really an accident, she left with the mission of finding a way to recuperate her body.

Only Isaac and Regulus were left in the room, and Isaac held his sister's hand, still feeling cold.The blood red marks on her body did not disappear, it was still that dazzling red color, which made his eyes darken.

He paused, then turned to his godfather.

"Something about Voldemort?" he asked. "Is there any reaction to the Dark Mark on your arm, Godfather?"

Regulus remained silent, and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm toward them.

Sure enough, the Dark Mark on it seemed to be alive, showing a dark, almost flowing ink color. Needless to say, something must have happened to Voldemort, which made Dorothy and the Dark Mark thousands of miles away All had such a strong reaction.

"Which one is it? What did he do?" Regulus frowned, thinking hard.

The information they have so far is too little to draw any valid conclusions. Isaac's fingertips slowly stroked his sister's wrist. He looked down at his sister for a long time, then looked up at his godfather, and shook his head. shook his head.

"I'll just stay here and watch Dorothy, Godfather," said he. "I think she'll just sleep for a while, and when she wakes I'll go downstairs and tell everybody."

Regulus glanced at him and shook his head.

"I'm fine here." He said, "You should also pay attention to your own situation. The curse is not only for Dorothy. After this kind of thing happened, I can't rest assured that you two can stay together alone."

Isaac paused slightly, but Legolas didn't look at him, his eyes fell on Dorothy, and his tone was calm.

"I watched you two grow up, Isaac." He said softly, "For whatever reason, don't do things that are beyond the scope of the rules, even if it is really hard to hold back sometimes, but don't let yourself regret."

"This is a very unfair thing." Isaac took a deep breath and said slowly, "Forbidden spells, dead spells, evil black magic that threatens people's lives, people who break the rules can do anything."

"Such people should pay the price of not being allowed to return to the rules." Regulus said calmly, "Although maybe not everyone has been punished accordingly, people must stick to the principles in their hearts, We are responsible for every decision we make and every spell we cast. We are endowed with power like magic and have a mission to use it well, so we look down on people like Voldemort because he abused God's gift. Don't put yourself From victim to perpetrator, Isaac."

"I think so too, Isaac," said Dorothy, smiling at her brother. "Well, we all know more or less what it is. Since Voldemort sees me as a good soul-carrier, then My strength suddenly weakened, it must have been a substantial increase in his strength. Although I don't know what happened, but I don't need you to do anything now - when Mom and Dad come over, they will have ideas and decisions, okay?"

Isaac's fingertips were still on her wrist, without speaking, the door of the room was knocked suddenly from the outside, and then pushed open from the outside.James strode in with Harry in his arms, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"Is what happened to Dorothy related to Voldemort?" he asked straight to the point.

Regulus was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes quickly fell on the pale Harry: "Harry also reacted?! What's wrong with him? Is he okay?"

"Harry says his scar hurts badly," James said simply. "And he seems to be seeing a bit of a strange image here and there, it's hard to describe, and we need a Pensieve."

"It's available at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Eli's voice came from outside the door, and he and Petunia strode in. Both of them looked anxious, "Wait a few minutes, I'll go get it back."

He was quick enough to Apparate right out of the Lupin's door and get the Pensieve back three minutes later.Harry slowed down, and with the help of James, he took out the fragments of memories he just had just now. Several people went to the Pensieve to look at them. Some fragmentary pictures were displayed intermittently in it. The dark room, the approaching figure, the swaying candlelight, a familiar face with fright and anger...

"Tom Riddle?!" They yelled in surprise at the same time. The scene was so weird that they looked at each other and found it hard to accept for a while.

"I'm sorry, what did I see?" James murmured, with a puzzled expression on his face, a little dazed because he was too shocked, "A man single-handedly found Voldemort-which warrior is this, our Order of the Phoenix non-staff? When are we going to bring people in?"

"This Voldemort looks only sixteen or seventeen years old." Regulus frowned and murmured, "It looks too young, isn't it younger than the one you met at Hogwarts?"

"Much younger." Eli said affirmatively, staring at the bits and pieces that flickered through the screen, and took a deep breath. "Obviously, another Voldemort that we haven't come into contact with yet."

"Can the picture stop for a while?" Petunia asked suddenly, "It's moving a bit fast, I want to see the outside of that room."

"The camera can do this." Eli said, waving his wand, aiming the camera teleported from home at the Pensieve, "Normally, the complete memory in the Pensieve can be viewed, but this memory is really It's too fragmented, we can't get in, and we lose a lot of information."

Penny stopped the video recorded by the camera at one frame, stared at it for a long time, and took a slow breath.

"This place is on the outskirts of London." She said, "I can see the Tower of London faintly in the distance, and I can determine the approximate location. I need to make a call. The Special Operations Department can check it with a satellite map and lock on a more specific area." In the area, their movements are not slow, they can be found out in about 10 minutes, get ready, let's go and have a look."

"Effective support, Chief Evans," Eli said. "Hats off to Special Operations and Muggle technology. James, Regulus, get ready—I think I need to get in touch with Albus."

Of course, Voldemort's whereabouts deserve this attention.They all nodded, and Petunia was still looking at the few broken frames in the picture. After watching for a while, she suddenly said, "In the wizarding world, is it common for you to cast spells without using a wand?"

"Powerful wizards can use wandless magic, but generally speaking, we still use wands. Wands can help us increase the strength of spellcasting. Of course, it's best to use them if we can." James said, looking at the Pensieve, almost Seconds later, his face suddenly changed slightly.

"Have you noticed? The man who confronted Voldemort doesn't seem to be using a wand," he said, hesitating for a moment. "Is it just not in the picture, or..."

"This person can't be used." Eli took his words, and said solemnly, "Whether it is our old acquaintance with incomplete soul, no body, and unable to hold a wand, we will find out after we go and see."

Fifteen minutes later, the wizards stood in front of the hut that Harry had seen intermittently under the navigation of the Muggle satellite map.

When they found it, it had become very conspicuous—this remote cottage was in a sea of ​​flames at this time, and the fine snowflakes falling from the sky could not quench the scorching temperature of the flames, like a weird celebration in Christmas ceremony.

Of course they could get in there - all it took was a Fireproof Charm.But the inside of the cabin was empty at the moment, and all that could be seen were the remaining traces of the fight, which proved that a fierce fight had taken place inside.

A notebook lying quietly in the middle of the ground attracted their attention. Dumbledore bent over and picked up the notebook.

An ordinary 50-year-old Muggle-made notebook, torn in half down the middle, leaving only a pale name on the cover.

Tom Riddle.

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