Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 410 Another Interpretation of the Prophecy

Next, it was time for Hephaestus to change into various forms, except Alaspad, to please everyone.

I don't know how long it took, when Harry was lost in thought while looking at Ginny's version of Hephaestus, Draco slapped the table.

"Ah! Running Gorgon! Draco, what's wrong with you?" Hagrid accidentally pulled out his beard.

"Harry, do you remember why we came here?" Draco looked at Harry.

"Didn't we come to see Hephaestus?" Ron touched the back of his head, expressing his surprise.

"Azkaban?" Harry woke up from a dream.

Ron's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Why are you asking this?" Hagrid was puzzled.

"Don't you think of anything?"

"In Harry's previous dream, Voldemort wanted to go to Azkaban."

"And now Azkaban is in trouble again."

"It is said that the prison staff responsible for delivering meals have forgotten its address."

"The Ministry of Magic sent hundreds of columns riding flying brooms to conduct a carpet search, but they didn't even see the shadow of Azkaban."

"Combined together, it is obvious that Voldemort did it." Draco's face flushed and he kept chattering.

"This?"

"Dumbledore mentioned it, but he said it was a good thing and not to worry about it." Hagrid stroked Hephaestus, who had returned to his original state, carelessly and hummed.

In Hagrid's view, this was the same as all the arrangements made by Dumbledore before. Dumbledore was in control of everything.

Since Dumbledore had known for a long time that Voldemort wanted to break into Azkaban, maybe he had already made this a part of his plan.

"What!" Draco stopped talking abruptly.

"I understand."

"But I can't say it." Harry looked at everyone who suddenly looked at him curiously.

He thought of what Ryan had told him before about his relationship with Voldemort.

Obviously, Dumbledore deliberately wanted to revive Voldemort.

Only in this way can he be truly killed.

And this must be done by Riddle. Because Riddle also has the identity of the main soul, only in this way can Voldemort be killed without destroying the magic of the Horcrux.

After all, in Harry's opinion, his death (to destroy the Horcrux) is nothing.

The problem is that if he is Voldemort, he will definitely throw the Horcruxes all over the world.

Voldemort will not hide all the Horcruxes in Britain like a fool.

Voldemort, who is being resurrected in Azkaban, yawned.

At the same time, Riddle, who was strolling by the Black Lake, said to Dumbledore beside him: "Don't you believe in that prophecy the most? If it were me--"

"This is also part of the prophecy, or another interpretation." Dumbledore ignored the provocation in Riddle's words and replied calmly.

"Severus, you shouldn't have finished listening to the prophecy, after all, you were driven out by Albusford halfway through listening." Dumbledore looked at Snape, whose face returned to the dead silence.

Dumbledore was not surprised. Obviously, Snape, whose scar was poked, forcibly concealed his emotions.

Perhaps this is the secret of Snape's pinnacle in brain occlusion-the kind of pain of wanting to kill himself and clinging to the past?

In other words-love?

Dumbledore's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he turned his head to Riddle. "The one who has the ability to conquer the Dark Lord is coming soon... His parents have escaped the clutches of the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month... The Dark Lord made him his mortal enemy who would fight him to the extreme, but he has an ability that the Dark Lord is unaware of... One is destined to die at the hands of the other, because the two cannot survive at the same time... The one who has the ability to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

"Obviously, there are many restrictions in the prophecy, born at the end of July, with power that Voldemort does not understand, parents escaped Voldemort's three pursuits, between the child of prophecy and Voldemort, only one of them can survive in the end." Dumbledore concluded.

"These are all old stories. I have studied this prophecy many times since I was resurrected."

"You are missing a very important point, being marked as a strong enemy."

"And from this point of view, the only one who meets the conditions is Harry Potter." Riddle frowned.

"This is not a necessary condition."

"I once thought so wrongly."

"There are only two real necessary conditions: parents who have escaped Voldemort's pursuit three times and born at the end of July."

"Being marked is just a fate of being thrown into a situation where only one of you can survive, Voldemort."

"Other boys who meet the conditions, to use a metaphor I recently heard in the Muggle world - spare tires."

"If Harry dies, this prophecy does not mean the end. The more arrogant Voldemort will wreak havoc on the entire wizarding world, thus marking the next child of prophecy." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Is this why you have been letting Harry go?"

"Are there other spare tires?"

"Excuse me for a moment." Snape's expression became even more wooden, and he was about to walk towards the castle.

"Wait!"

"Neville is innocent." Dumbledore waved his wand at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and Snape fell down suddenly without any sound, smell or light.

"How did you--" Snape fell on his back in the wind and snow, with his mouth twitching.

"Besides Neville, there is another one." Dumbledore sighed.

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"Oh, he is?" Riddle asked before Snape.

"He?"

"An existence that I often forget."

"He is the last insurance."

"With such magic, I can't think of any reason why he would lose to Voldemort."

"If Harry and Neville are--Okay, Severus, I won't talk about Harry and them."

"If he is the child of prophecy, he will go straight to Voldemort and kill him." Dumbledore said with a smile.

But he suddenly shook his head for his unrealistic idea.

After all, now they have him, Gettler, Riddle, and the unexpected Hagrid.

"Wait, I remember that what I asked at the beginning was that there was that prophecy. Let me come, I won't fail inexplicably." Riddle said hurriedly, and he couldn't stop his feet and took a small step forward.

He didn't ask who that 'he' was, because it was obvious that Dumbledore didn't want to say.

At the same time, he realized that Snape's face had been buried by the risk, and he was breathing out through his nostrils and mouth.

Riddle waved his wand, and an invisible barrier appeared on the surface of Snape's body, and the risk went around his body to both sides.

"Thank you, Tom, otherwise poor Severus would have become a potion professor drowned in the snow."

"Okay, okay, I'll say."

"Do you remember when you were born?"

Dumbledore asked hurriedly under Riddle's eyes.

"You mean I'm independent, but I remember it very clearly, it was July 7." Riddle felt puzzled.

Could he also be considered the son of prophecy?

If he was, he would call Dumbledore dad.