Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Soul nodded and took Harry one step into the still-burning flames.

"Hogwarts."

After spinning, he was pushed gently by a force and landed on the solid ground, and Hermione came up to meet him.

Professor McGonagall was also there. The senior member of the Order of the Phoenix was filled with guilt the moment she saw Harry. She had already learned everything from Hermione. Regarding the matter that Harry had gone to find her, she Little did she know that at that time, she was in Hogsmeade ---

……

Half an hour later, in the messy principal's room, Soul still maintained the image of Ebo Nockhan. He bent down to pick up the silverware from the floor and put it on his desk, but he could only let it pile up crookedly. One piece, because he had no idea how to put this thing together.

The old headmasters behind the scenes were busy discussing what was happening in the Ministry of Magic, and they were extremely well-informed.

There are also a few principals who probably have some research on alchemy.

"Yeah, just that, put it on top of that."

Soul has no idea which is which, so if you ask, it's---

"Oh, that's it. I've never seen such an ignorant student!"

Look, I still get scolded~

Fortunately, at this time, bright green flames suddenly burst out from the empty fireplace, and a tall figure appeared in the swirling flames. The old gentlemen and old ladies huddled together in the portrait came back almost in the blink of an eye. When they arrived at their respective portraits, Sur and he looked at the fireplace together.

The moment Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace, applause and cheers broke out.

"Welcome back!" A slightly younger principal of unknown origin took off his hat and waved it vigorously.

"Oh, thank you very much," Dumbledore said softly, bowing to the headmasters.

The applause became even louder.

Dumbledore straightened up, carefully took out a weak, featherless, ugly bird from his pocket, and placed it on the branch of the tree where Fawkes had perched as an adult.

"Is this Fox?"

Sur looked at the bird that seemed to be sleeping in the nest piled with velvet hair, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Dumbledore turned around and looked at Soul with a smile, "If it weren't for Fox's magical support, I probably wouldn't have been able to last so long under Voldemort's spell."

So that's the case, no wonder when Dumbledore showed up, Fawkes didn't...

"Why, with your strength..." Suer was even more surprised.

"Oh, for some reasons." Dumbledore shook his head vaguely, "I can't use too much power..."

He just explained vaguely, without further explanation, and changed the topic.

"Just now you seemed to be wondering why I let Tom take the prophecy ball, right?"

"Yes." Soul was really confused about this. The prophecy ball looked very important at first glance, but Dumbledore seemed indifferent when Voldemort took it away.

Why bring about a battle in the Department of Mysteries if he was going to take it away in the first place?

Dumbledore sat down in his usual position and let out a long breath. He seemed to know Soul's doubts and chuckled.

"Because I want Tom to be deeply aware of the importance of the prophecy ball, so naturally I can't let him get this item easily."

"The prophecy ball is also a trap?" Suer was a little confused.

"Yes, a wonderful trap, a trap that makes Tom expand. To be precise, it is a bait, but this trap has not yet been completed. I can't tell you too much for the time being. Let's return to the prophecy. The ball itself."

Dumbledore reached out and took out a cockroach with claws and fangs from a familiar place, and stuffed it into his mouth happily.

"Oh, it's more pleasant to taste familiar candies in a familiar place."

Sur's expression was dull. He had seen cockroaches eaten alive many times. Well, as long as he wasn't asked to eat them, it would be fine, even though he knew it was just chocolate.

After a while, probably because Dumbledore had already softened the cockroach, he continued to speak.

"Prophecy is a wonderful magic."

"It appears in the future, before reality has emerged. It is just one of countless futures, like a--well...I don't know if you have heard of this word, Pandora's box."

Soul nodded silently.

"Prophecy is that Pandora's box. The monster inside will not be released until someone opens it. In other words, as long as someone touches the prophecy, the future will develop according to the prophecy, and fate will advance it. , make it real.”

Dumbledore seemed to think that one candy was not enough, so he took out another candy and stuffed it into his mouth. This time it was not a cockroach, but a slimy slug, and then he said vaguely.

"I once took you to see the contents of the prophecy ball that Tom took away."

"The part about Professor Trelawney's prediction? In other words, this prophecy ball is just a reserve of past memories."

"That's right, other than that, it has no effect." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "This prophecy has become a reality, and it cannot be changed from the moment Tom made his choice."

"So, you asked him to take away this prophecy ball because--" Suer frowned, made a familiar gesture of touching his chin out of habit, and then suddenly realized.

"You made Voldemort think that destroying this prophecy ball means destroying this prophecy... Voldemort will happily swallow this bait..."

"That's right." The smile in Dumbledore's eyes grew stronger. "Tom's excessive pursuit of strength made him ignore many important things. If he had been more cautious at first, perhaps the current magical world would be different. ”

"I understand." Soul connected the two and understood Dumbledore's intention.

Voldemort already knew the content of that prophecy. The former traitor Snape had told him the prophecy a long time ago, which prompted Voldemort to make a choice. In other words, if Voldemort had not made a choice at the beginning, but had changed to another In this way, this prophecy will become a joke.

But to put it another way, if I were Voldemort, would I make a choice when I heard this prophecy?

Suer thought carefully, if it were him, he would, it would definitely be the case. No ambitious person would allow a possible enemy to grow in the future.

"Destiny always inadvertently traps you and me, one loop after another, never ending, and finally forms a loop, a closed loop that no one can escape."