Chapter 328: Prophecy

"He still wants to know the prophecy?" In front of a large mahogany table, Dumbledore sat upright, put his fingertips together, raised his head, and looked at the station with blue eyes The man in the black robe in the side asked quietly.
There was a bit of exhaustion in the muzzle.
He was a bit tired these days.
Bad news one after another.
Not long ago, Arthur Weasley's attack on the Ministry of Magic made him even more nervous, which may mean that Voldemort's hand has now reached the Ministry of Magic.
Their plan should be accelerated, otherwise only more innocent people will be sacrificed.
The cruelty of the Dark Lord now only reveals the tip of the iceberg.
Dumbledore rubbed a gray parchment with his powerful fingers, which was covered with dense black letters.
The letter reads news that has not yet spread and has not been reported by the Daily Prophet.
The current principal of Destrom, Igor Kakarov, died and died in his office.
Died by the death of Avada.
He fell to the desk, his chest was completely pierced, and the blood around him was drained.
The Killing Curse does not have this effect. What can be speculated is that he died after being tortured by madness, and was brutally murdered.
When a teacher went to him, he thought he was just asleep, dared not disturb him, and left quietly.
Because there is no smell.
It was discovered completely after at least three days of death.
But this news has not spread.
In order to maintain stability.
Even if Destrom's address is kept secret, it is obvious that he cannot conceal the wizards of Voldemort's level.
Dumbledore’s schedule was intensive. Not long ago, when he had just stepped down and left Hogwarts, Snape couldn’t even find him to report intelligence. Owl’s post was not safe. No one could guarantee the information. Not intercepted.
Until today, the two talents have had the opportunity to meet.
This is the new office of the Department of Magical Emergency Management of the Ministry of Magic, where Dumbledore often stays.
For now, he is the only person here, as is the division, and now he is actually a bare-bones commander.
Now his thick silver eyebrows were raised upwards, and he seemed to be in a spirited state, forcibly suppressing his sense of burnout.
He wondered why Voldemort's pursuit of prophecy would have any reason and what kind of influence it would have.
Voldemort is a contradiction. He believes in his own power and is obsessed with the power brought by the power above all, but he is also superstitious about predicting such illusory things.
If you are truly fearless, you will sneer at this kind of thing.
His superstition eventually led to his defeat in the first wizarding war.
In the original situation, Voldemort's mana and power were all in the sky. The only wizard who could fight or even win the battle was Dumbledore, but it made no sense.
Dumbledore couldn't kill Voldemort at all.
Perhaps his advantage lies only in his age and a deeper understanding of magic.
But this won't play much role in battle, because Voldemort can equalize this disadvantage in other ways.
For example, Avada Suo Ming.
This is the spell that Dumbledore will not use and he can use it unscrupulously.
Voldemort's men are more, even if the strength is uneven, but there are still a few strong men, and there are no scruples.
So most of the time, the Phoenix and Aurors are in passive defense.
Voldemort was still a strong man at the time, and he made seven Horcruxes.
If he was really tolerant at the time, and was forgiving enough to survive Dumbledore’s natural death, perhaps the history of the wizarding society would be completely rewritten.
But everything about him was ruined by the prophecy of an unknown witch and Snape's unintentional boost.
A witch who often made false predictions, a guide of the year, changed the course of the wizarding society. This may be something she could not have imagined.
Trelawney's prediction at the Pig's Head Bar was heard by Snape and he confided to Voldemort.
Voldemort also believed.
After some reasoning, you will find that the details determine the outcome.
After Voldemort decided to kill Harry, Snape pleaded with him again, letting him just let go of Harry's mother, the person he loved most.
Voldemort responded, and he felt that he could give this request to the men who provided information.
A subtle difference appeared.
If he kills the Potters in a straightforward way at the beginning, then maybe everything will be over, but he gives Lily a chance to sacrifice.
If killed directly, it means that Lily has no choice but to lose the meaning of sacrifice.
It is this that changed the final outcome.
"Don't kill Harry, please, be merciful and do whatever you want with me. Kill me." This was the last sentence before Lily died.
A subtle difference emerged, which became Lily's death for her child, a protective charm of love formed, and Voldemort's deadly spell was ejected.
The great maternal love made him fall from the cloud, and the inexhaustible demon turned into a lingering pant, even a maggot, and only a wandering soul in the jungle.
"Yes, he longed to know the reason for his failure, which may be in the second half of the prophecy." Snape said blankly.
"What's the reason for the secret." Dumbledore shook his head, his long silver hair swayed, and said in a sigh-like tone: "This is no secret, I told him straightforwardly, He only pursues his own power, but ignores some other things, but unfortunately he does not believe it."
Snape was speechless and silent. His whole body was hidden in a black robe. His body was tight, and he looked quietly at the old man in front of him. Perhaps he was caught in boundless painful memories.
An unspeakable silence and sadness suddenly filled up between the two.
They are all people who have been hurt for the so-called most powerful weapon and have become strong.
"Do you want me to tell him that?" Snape made a rare funny joke~EbookFREE.me~Dark black eyes stared at Dumbledore.
"Of course not." Dumbledore's brilliant blue eyes flashed a unique light.
"You find me a trip to Professor Trelawney and tell her..." Dumbledore slowly laid out his plan.
And on Monday's prophecy class, Professor Trelawney started her very obscure course that was difficult to explain and understand.
In a room full of incense, the light from the lamp covered with a drape and the not-so-stove fire emitting an unpleasant smell were very dim.
Trelawney sat at a round wooden table and placed her hands covered with shiny jewelry on the table.
Some students guessed it was too heavy, and she wanted to take this opportunity to take a break.
The female professor always wore a thick shawl and wore a pair of glasses that enlarged her eyes several times.
She is now in class.