The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 690 The Rising Sun
A trace of panic flashed across Voldemort's pale snake face, but it was gone in an instant, and he concealed the panic even faster.

From the moment Harry Potter "came back from the dead", panic enveloped the Dark Lord's heart.

Voldemort couldn't understand: this time, there was obviously no one to protect Harry Potter and sacrifice for him, so why was he able to escape his killing curse just like that night sixteen years ago.

Also, if Harry Potter was not dead, why didn't his Cruciatus Curse work on him, and why didn't he hear his heart-wrenching screams.

The Dark Lord couldn't figure it out, he had too many doubts.

After Ada mentioned that the only people who fell were Death Eaters, a sense of fear surged through Voldemort's body. He remembered the pain of being stripped of his flesh, which was more painful than anything else.

The most unbearable thing is the days and nights after being stripped away, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul... no body, no magic power, nothing.

"It seems you have remembered."

Ada's voice was light, but it intensified the fear in Voldemort's heart, the fear of death - he no longer had a Horcrux, and now he was just a mortal with a mortal body.

"Yes, you fell for the same spell again. Passive resistance spell, love spell, whatever you want to call it." Ida continued, "It's a very, very ancient magic. There is not even any ancient book that clearly records it, but it is the most powerful defensive spell in the world."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed. He said, "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that Potter, like his Mudblood mother, sacrificed himself to protect others? How noble!"

Voldemort never understood what love was. He had never loved anyone, nor had he ever been truly loved by anyone.

Old Tom Riddle did not love Merope Gaunt, and the "love" between them was an accident; Merope did not love her son, and although her methods were not very clever, Merope was a real witch. She did not make any effort to survive and let her life go to the end.

His parents didn't love him, the people in the orphanage didn't love him, and the Death Eaters didn't love him either...

Perhaps Bellatrix was the only one who had feelings for him, but whether it was twisted love or morbid worship, no one could tell.

If you don’t understand what love is, you naturally don’t understand the greatness of love.

Voldemort killed Lily without hesitation, even though his loyal servant Snape had begged him to do so; Voldemort pointed his wand at the infant Harry without hesitation, even though Lily had begged him to spare Harry.

So, his loyal servant became Dumbledore's spy; so, his killing curse rebounded and ripped his fragile soul out of his body.

And today, at Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, Voldemort once again neglected love and allowed himself to repeat the same mistake.

"Yes, it's a noble choice, a great choice." Ada said, "In order to protect everyone from your harm, in order to defeat you, Harry chose to 'sacrifice' himself and put himself under your knife."

Voldemort laughed, a cry of cruel madness that echoed through the silent hall.

"Sacrifice and love again. Childish and stupid!" Voldemort shouted. "He did not die! There was no sacrifice!"

"Of course he won't die!" Ada's voice drowned out Voldemort's shouts. She continued, "Because someone protected him, Harry was protected just like he was that night sixteen years ago."

Voldemort suddenly stopped walking and stopped circling. He shouted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! I killed that mudblood myself, and I also killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"Who said that the person who can protect Harry can only be Lily or Dumbledore?" Ada smiled, as if she had heard a funny joke. She continued, "The person who protects Harry is you!"

"Nonsense!" Voldemort screamed. Instead of helping him understand everything, Ada's explanation made him even more confused.

"That night in Godric's Hollow, the spell rebounded and your soul was torn away. You only wanted to escape, but you didn't notice that a piece of your soul was left there, attached to the only living thing in the building. I think you understand what I mean, Tom."

Scarlet eyes turned to Harry and stared at him intently.

Incredibly, the first time Voldemort knew that Harry was the Horcrux he had accidentally created, he destroyed it with his own hands.

However, there was still much that Voldemort didn't know. He thought it was the Horcrux that protected Harry and offset his killing curse, but Voldemort didn't know that in addition to him, Ada also gave Harry a layer of protection.

The double protection from the two demons allowed Harry Potter to survive the Killing Curse once again. As for where Harry went and who he met during the period of fake death, Ada had no idea.

Voldemort's pupils shrank into two narrow slits, like a poisonous snake about to attack.

"And all this is caused by the prophecy, Tom." Ida continued, "If you ignore the prophecy, it will only be a prophecy, a trick used by charlatans to make a living. But you believe it and act on it, and the prophecy will come true. You have made yourself an enemy in destiny."

Ada once imagined what the wizarding world would be like if Snape had not overheard Trelawney's prophecy, or had not told Voldemort the content of the prophecy, or if Voldemort had not taken the prophecy seriously.

First of all, if Voldemort did not believe (or know) the prophecy, he would not have gone to Godric's Hollow, he would not have caused trouble for the Potters, and he would not have been hit by the rebounding Killing Curse and lost his body and magic power.

In this way, the cloud of terror hanging over the British wizarding world will not dissipate, and the bloody rule of Voldemort and the Death Eaters will continue.

According to universal theory, it would take at least a dozen years for Harry, who has both parents, to grow up to be someone capable of defeating the Dark Lord.

These ten years are enough time for Voldemort to do many terrible things, and it is not impossible for him to truly unify Britain.

Of course, there are no ifs and ifs in the world. Trelawney's prophecy seemed to be tailor-made for Voldemort, hitting his soft spot and making him want to kill the child in the prophecy at all costs.

Even though the child had just been born, he could not shake the Dark Lord's rule, nor would he pose a direct threat to him.

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently, the hand holding the wand was shaking constantly, and the tremendous magic power was gathering bit by bit.

Everything that happened in the past sixteen years was torn apart and crushed before him. If Voldemort still could not understand the reason for his failure, it meant that the stupid person was not Voldemort, but the ordinary people in the wizarding world.

The faint light of dawn grew brighter and brighter, and the magical ceiling above burst into a golden-red light, and a dazzling, eye-catching red sun rose slowly.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright!
After experiencing the darkest night, the sunlight was so bright that it was dazzling. Ada narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she could not accept the coming light.

At this moment, Voldemort's high-pitched voice sounded, carrying his last hope in his heart: Kill! Kill Esmeralda Drizzt! Kill Harry Potter! Kill them!
"Avada Kedavra!"

The light of the Killing Curse suddenly lit up, and the green light overshadowed the red sun climbing into the sky.

(End of this chapter)