[HP] Flower of Eternal Life

"Why can't we be allowed to participate in the meeting?!" The three children blocked the door of the Hogwarts principal's office, with similar unconvinced stubborn expressions on their faces, and Minerva McGonagall who was standing in front of them Then he shook his head resolutely, and replied: "Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley and Mr. Dursley, I must remind you that you are not members of the Order of the Phoenix, and you are not necessary or qualified to participate in this meeting. "

Albus stared at Professor McGonagall's stern face, and asked with great disappointment: "You mean, let us just watch from afar, whether we succeed or fail, we can only accept the reality?"

Without waiting for Professor McGonagall to answer, Rose picked up Albus's dialogue: "Professor, I think we have the right to participate in the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, because we have provided the most important information related to Voldemort, you We can't be excluded at this time!" Her face was full of guilt for threatening her most beloved principal, but her tone was as tough as this adult woman.

Even Will, who has always been silent at this time because he is not good at negotiating, couldn't help but speak: "Professor McGonagall, I think we have enough endurance to face difficulties. In fact, we We have experienced no less hardships than ordinary adults, and you can’t treat us as incompetent children just because we are two years old!” His words were not standardized, and he seemed a little incoherent because of his nervousness.

"I think what you say makes sense."

To the surprise of the four, the door behind Professor McGonagall suddenly opened, and the adults inside were all watching the children outside the door, some of them still had doubts and anxiety on their faces, and some were looking at them Smile.

The three children exchanged glances, did not miss this opportunity, and immediately rushed into the office. Professor McGonagall obviously disagreed with this, and he pursed his lips tightly with a serious expression, but finally followed them into the office as if in compromise.

The meeting of the Order of the Phoenix begins.

As before, they sat together nervously eyeing the contents of Dumbledore's desk, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's tiara, and a ring with a large gemstone in it.

Dumbledore spoke after looking around the faces of all the people in the office. His voice was calm but full of strength: "We have got three of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and there are three or four left - according to Potter Mr. and Ms. Weasley's information, Voldemort's student diary, Hufflepuff's gold cup and his pet snake, through a reliable source of information, we can think that Hufflepuff's gold cup is now stored in Gringotts Lestrange family vaults, but we don't know what happened to the diary-"

When Dumbledore mentioned the diary, Albus suddenly felt that a small fish jumped out of the sea of ​​his memory, but soon disappeared under the dark bottomless water, and he wanted to catch it fish, because his gut told him it was a very important message.

"Sorry to interrupt, but can you give me a moment?" Albus interrupted the old man abruptly, who watched him with calm blue eyes without saying a word.The office fell into silence, and everyone turned their attention to Albus.He closed his eyes, hugged his head and knelt down, searching for the small silver fish in the complete darkness.

--journal.

Tom Riddle, no, Voldemort's student diary.

Chamber of Secrets.

A girl was controlled by the diary to open the secret room.

Ginny Weasley.

Who gave her that diary?

Albus jumped up, turned around and grabbed Rose's shoulders, and asked eagerly: "My mother got that diary when she was in first grade, and was controlled by the diary to open the door of the secret room. Who gave this diary to her?"

Rose's face was pale with shock, her eyes widened as if frightened by the frenzied Albus, and she murmured in a low voice, "I, I don't know..."

"Rose, think about it again? They mentioned it, they must have mentioned it, and I think with you? Come on, you can do it!"

"I..." Rose trembled, Will beside her put his hand on her shoulder, the girl seemed to get a little comfort, she looked back at Will's gentle smiling face, and then turned back He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Rose opened her eyes and murmured: "I think it was given to Aunt Ginny by a Death Eater. That man was not held accountable after the war. His son is... Mom and Dad and Ha Uncle Leigh's enemy!" She opened her eyes excitedly, and together with Albus, she called out the name of the person who had existed in their childhood memories—"Lucius Malfoy! He's Scorpius' grandpa !"

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Voldemort pushed open the door in front of him. When the dim light fell into his eyes, his eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, were slightly out of focus due to the stimulation of the light.

He saw the girl - Esther Snape sitting on the window sill facing the door with her knees tucked up, her back against the wall staring at the hazy mist outside the window.The soft halo fell over the girl, reminding him of the beech tree, the camellia bush, and the serene gaze cast upon him by the steam curling over the cauldron.

"I'm surprised you're still here, I thought you'd never come back." The girl looked at him calmly with her head tilted slightly, the light cast a shadow under her eyelids across her long eyelashes.

Voldemort suddenly didn't want to kill her right away, he still needed to know the secret she was hiding.

He stepped forward and said in a soft voice, "I just wanted to see how you're doing, glad you're looking good, Esther."

The girl was unmoved, but just jumped down from the window sill and walked over him to the bookcase standing on the right side of the room, took down a glass bottle containing the sun-gold potion, and took a sip.

"It really surprises me. At this time, you can still stick to your hobbies?" The girl's neglect made him feel angry for a moment, but he still restrained his emotions and disguised himself as the gentle, polite, The beloved Tom Riddle.

Esther turned around, cast a trancelike glance at him, and then replied softly, "Of course, I've always loved Potions."

"And this talent came from your father?" Voldemort asked softly. He carefully observed the girl's face, expecting to see a moment of uneasiness or panic on it.

However, to his surprise, Esther frowned slightly, and said without any hesitation: "If you mean Severus, he is my great-grandson, but unfortunately I died three months after he was born." So I don't have any feelings for him." Her light silver eyes were calm and unwavering, covering its owner's true emotions like a mist.

"Why are you lying to me? Esther, aren't we best friends? I want to know why you can appear in the same way 41 years ago and now, can't you tell me?" He stepped in the direction of the girl Further, the tone is still gentle, with a hint of persuasion.

Esther tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I originally wanted you to tell me, I thought you were the mastermind behind the scenes. No, if you don't know, I don't even know." May know."

Voldemort's patience was exhausted at last, and he drew his yew wand, pointed it at the girl's face, and peeped into the girl's brain with a powerful spell—

Playing with a dark-haired boy on the grass...sitting on the arms of a woman and listening to her bedtime stories...gazing at the stars one night with two young companions...freezing at Hogwarts Walking by the lake...doing homework under the beeches...watching him dreamily from the floor in this room...

It's over, he hasn't been able to get any useful memories.

Voldemort felt defeated for a long time, and for the first time in many months, he was overwhelmed by extreme disappointment.He couldn't accept this reality, so he once again cast Legilimency on the surprised girl who seemed to have no idea what he was doing, and the fragments of memory turned like pages in front of his eyes——

Making my first potion at a workbench... playing Quidditch with five kids in the backyard of a house... a summer night with fireworks in the sky, a girl with emerald eyes The boy gave her a kiss as soft as a goose feather...

The picture seemed to be torn into pieces by some kind of violence. Voldemort realized that it was what he did after returning to the real room. He did not know when he had subconsciously cast a Cruciatus Curse and was hit by the spell The girl slammed heavily on the bookshelf behind her and then collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness. At least half of the crystal bottles fell out of the cabinet and fell to the ground. The potion slowly seeped on the ground, mixing into a repulsive, dirty color.

This scene gradually distorted in his mind, and the girl's eyes in his memory were no longer pure and mottled light silver like that of a frozen lake in winter. The gray and black of various foreign objects—no, it wasn't the girl's eyes that were dirty, but his own eyes that were staring at the girl.

He raised his wand once more, and let it be over, he had lost interest in the girl, in the sky shimmering through the gaps in the clouds she had told him about.

There is only one path in front of him, and he had already made his choice 40 years ago.

However, as soon as he raised his wand, he suddenly felt the servant's urgent call, and Lucius Malfoy's voice suddenly sounded in his mind—"Master, they broke into my manor and took away your diary! "

At that moment, Voldemort felt unprecedented anger burning all his reason.

He screamed in rage like a monster, lashed his wand to break the protective spell covering the mansion, and quickly Disapparated.

☆、Chapter 17