38 years of past events

I fled Hogwarts in a panic, it was already dark, and it started to rain outside.

I feel very bad now, the blood on my back stained my shirt, and my remaining energy can't support the apparition, I'm struggling to walk in Hogsmeade, surrounded by lifeless ruins, oh, I Come to think of it, Evila and the others have destroyed this place long ago, so where are there wizards now?

I sat on the stone steps of a bar, panting against the broken door.

I have learned a lot of black magic and forbidden arts in the past, whether it is in Hogwarts or inside the Death Eaters, whether it is the refining of poppy coffee or the division of souls, these battles have never knocked me down, but today a little Crabbe, I underestimated everything. I didn't expect that such a small and inconspicuous battle would almost destroy me. Maybe this is the end of my relationship with Hogwarts.

Time passed very slowly, I didn't know what time it was, my mind started to feel a little dizzy, the wound on my back no longer felt pain, but there was hunger and thirst and unquenchable heat deep in my throat.A deep desire was awakened, it seemed to drive me to do something, or to drink something.

I fumbled for the wand from my body, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky outside, and the rain became more violent. I got up precariously and walked on the muddy road. Suddenly, in the dimness ahead, I seemed to hear someone calling my name , the bloodthirsty desire became stronger, I gritted my teeth for joy, great, someone is here!

I had a very long dream. I dreamed of Daisy, whom I had not seen for a long time. She was standing under the old sycamore tree in her Hogwarts uniform, asking me if I could please She dances.

I raised my head impatiently. The moment I saw her, I was amazed that she was surrounded by the light of a world, exuding a gentle and beautiful breath. It was as if time stood still in that smile.

So I reached out and wanted to touch that smile, but I remembered that she had been dead for many years.In an instant, all the bright pictures collapsed, and the eyes turned into darkness, and the scarlet blood oozed out from the darkness, nourishing my dry lips and thirsty desires, when everything at last became a blur, I just woke up from this drowsy dream.

Now, the wall clock on the wall points to the direction of 12 midnight, the old-fashioned cabinets next to it, the light white curtains, and a small wizard radio, all of which make everything strange and familiar.

I went around in my mind for a long time, and finally remembered that this was the room where Daisy and I lived.

Just why am I here?

"You're awake." Alecto called me softly from the pillow.

I was startled by the voice, and looked at the other woman on the bed in disbelief: "Alecto!"

"Honey, how do you feel now?" I mercilessly knocked off her hand that was about to reach out.

I jumped up from the bed, quickly put on my clothes, took out my wand and pointed at her face, "What's going on!"

"Don't you remember?"

"What do you want me to remember!" I still can't believe what happened in front of me.

"I--"

"You woman! It's hard to imagine how Amycus would feel if he found out!" I said sarcastically.

"It's not what you think it is," she argued.

"What's that like?" I yelled at her.

She paused, then lowered her head, and said softly: "You were injured by the explosion of the devil's flame. I followed you all the way, and then saw you passed out in the heavy rain in Hogsmeade village. I rescued you." When you came back, you lost control several times in a coma and needed to drink blood. I saved you. As for what happened tonight, I can only say that this was not my intention. You don’t need to treat me so lowly. Going..." She didn't say any more, her eyes were a little wet, and then she turned her head away, as if avoiding my gaze could make her stronger.

I appraised the authenticity of what she said, but when I touched the bandage on her back and saw the blood-scabby wound on her collarbone, I gave up on her Legilimency, and I knew she was not lying to me.

The urge to kill her with the Killing Curse just now dissipated, I sighed inwardly, and put down the wand in my hand.

I turned around and warned her without any emotion: "What happened tonight, just pretend it never happened. I don't want a third person to know."

She looked at me in a daze, opened her mouth, and the sadness in her eyes deepened, "Do you think I..."

"Alecto, forget about tonight, at least it's good for everyone." Finally opened the door, and before leaving, I told her: "I gave up killing you, you can choose to leave now, I will give you this chance, don't let me See you again..."

I didn't look back, but I seemed to hear Alecto's low cry from behind.

I know it's unfair to Alecto, but I can't think of a better way to do it, just as I can't imagine myself doing something so absurd.

When we arrived at the Forbidden Forest, it was past 12 o'clock.The firelight rising in the middle obviously did not bring any warmth to the place. On the contrary, everyone stood quietly on both sides, disguising the expressions on their faces as the coldest and most ruthless gestures.

Father stood in the middle, with his hands folded over the Elder Wand, his eyes closed as if in deep thought.At least no one dares to disturb it now, not even Nagini, it hovers quietly at the feet.

It wasn't until I arrived that there seemed to be a trace of anger in the crowd. They stopped standing up straight and seemed to want to rush to ask me something. Then Nagini spat out the letter and roared, and everyone fell silent again.

Now my father opened his eyes and he called my name "Randolph..."

I sorted out my emotions properly, and wanted to report everything to him today, but he just slightly raised his hand, indicating that I don't need to say anything, "I know everything, kid."

Then he called Crabbe to the crowd, the voice was not high, and it even sounded faintly numb.

A chunky middle-aged man came out, and he had to say that he and his son really looked alike, he bent down: "My master."

"Looks like you don't know what's going on, but that's okay, you don't need to," said the father, and he raised his wand, "Avada!"

When Crabbe fell, there was only a moment of commotion in the crowd, but they immediately returned to silence. Maybe they all felt baffled, but I knew it.

Now that I hand him the Ravenclaw diadem, no matter what happens, the price I paid for my freedom was well worth it.

He was looking around in the night, suddenly as if he had discovered something, he suddenly raised his head and stared into my eyes: "It's late."

"What's too late?" I took the crown, and the silver engraved with the words shone in the night: Incalculable wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings.

However, after a while, the silver metal layer faded away and turned into a dark one. Something like blood oozed from the crown, and there seemed to be some kind of violent power in it, trembling in pain.

"How could this happen!" I held the crown in my hand, unable to restrain the fear in my heart.

"It's the demon flame!" I said, and at the moment of the explosion, no one knew what happened.And when I woke up the crown was already in Harry's hand.

Father gripped his wand tightly, but now he was still suppressing his anger, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

At this moment, I heard the sound of shattering, I froze for a moment, I couldn't imagine what could be worse, but it really happened, the locket that was inseparable from me, now, it also Falling from my neck in a ruptured form.

Finally, with a "pop", it broke into two halves on the ground. The sound was as clear and cold as raindrops falling. I was startled. Suddenly, a kind of gray smoke that resembled a soul rose from the locket. It went through my body, like a tearing pain that unfolded in every inch of my skin.

I bent down in pain, and stretched out my hand tremblingly, trying to push the gray smoke back into the locket, but nothing helped. I didn't know that it was so painful to kill a split soul.

At this moment, a ray of light came out from behind him. He seemed to take out something from the crown, and then poured all his strength into the locket. I witnessed with my own eyes that the broken locket reunited and became intact again. , Then a kind of magic that I have never seen before appeared, it didn't have the dimness of black magic, instead it exuded a gentle white light, enveloping the painful soul floating in the air little by little, and then entangled together and got into the Si Lytrin's locket.

It took only a moment to end all of this, but my father seemed to be very tired. I knew he would not allow himself to be bad for a moment, so even if it was just a moment of fatigue, he hid it under his bloodshot eyes .

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, gasping from the pain.A long time ago, I saw it in a remote book, it was soul repair, using one kind of soul to repair another kind of soul.

Apparently, he chose to use Diadem's soul to mend the Slytherin locket.

I don't know what made him finally give up the Ravenclaw diadem and choose to do it anyway.The answer jumped faintly in my heart, but I still didn't dare to face it.

He didn't answer me, but pointed his wand at the crown on the ground, hesitated for a second, and then said, "Avada."

I heard a vague, painful sound in the diadem, like the whistling of the wind, just for a moment, and there was nothing, it was all over.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Then one day, I finally understood that the reason why Voldemort became Voldemort was not only his supreme black magic, but also a kind of arrogance and self-esteem that could not be trampled on as a leader. It must also be killed by him himself, and no one can replace him except him.

Yaxley stepped forward slightly and bowed to ask for instructions: "Master, should we rush into Hogwarts now, I mean the odds of winning will be greater."

"Bastard! Are you saying that we will lose! How dare you! Say that!" Bella shouted immediately.

"I don't mean that, master!" Yaxley explained in a panic.

Father opened his eyes from the exhaustion just now, didn't say anything, just signaled that he could return to his original position, and Bella also closed her mouth wisely.

In fact, such worries already exist in each of them. Harry’s actions are far beyond our imagination. His father’s Horcrux has been destroyed again and again. Now there are only Nagini and the only remaining Salazar locket , plus the soul repair just now consumed a lot of his energy, I can guess exactly what these people are thinking at this moment.

After a while, the father finally spoke: "Evira, tell Lucius to prepare those poppies. If the sun rises tomorrow morning, the boy has not appeared, and those people have not surrendered, then we It's time to give them a blood cleanse."

"Yes, my master."

Now, under the night, everyone, including Bella, stood quietly, and his father closed his eyes again. It seemed that everyone began to wait for the fateful arrangement, the arrival of that boy...

If you want to go, just go...

he told me.

In fact, at that time, maybe my father had already realized that death was approaching, the end of his fate, when the Horcruxes fell irretrievably one by one.Although in his whole life, he would never admit to bowing to fate, but at that moment he chose to let me go at the most dangerous and helpless time.Now that I think about it, my father is indeed a great dark wizard, not only because he has shrouded a century of darkness, but also because he gave the world's deepest and most untouchable love to his only son , when he didn't realize it himself.

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