war and peace

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The author of this article is a half-hearted researcher. This article is a follow-up plot of the HP series of novels. The textual research is also based on books (there are too many websites and interview materials, and the author cannot fully verify it), but it will be properly developed (will try to justify it).One thing to point out in particular is that Voldemort in this article has the Patronus spell, and Rowling once said in an interview that no Death Eater has a Patronus except Snape, but the author didn’t know this at the time of setting , there is no way to change it later.Those who mind this question should enter carefully~~ bow~~

night.

There was a mist in the air, and because of the terrain, that moisture kept echoing in the valley.There are paper bats hanging in the shop window, beneath jars of zombie skin oil paint (the advert reads, "White Brand Zombies, Amazing White!") and a black ghostly cape hanging from a corner against a wall. A vampire mask adorned with blood-splattered fangs.Small orange bulbs strung on the porch, twinkling.There are two kids dressed as pumpkins chasing each other across the square.

(Author's Note: White in English means both white and the surname White.)

A tall and thin figure stood silently at the entrance of the square, motionless.The man was wearing a black hooded robe and a black cloak, his face hidden in the shadows.

He is back again.Back when he first met his nemesis.Voldemort reached out his hands from inside his robes, examining them carefully.Very pale, but slender and powerful.Just now, he was in the Great Hall at Hogwarts with that knotty elder wand in his hand... but it obeyed the Potter boy's orders and fired his own Deathball I came back... the pain caused by that green light was followed by dizziness...

Then why let him stand here!He thought furiously, he could almost imagine the scene after his death: the Death Eaters were in chaos, the Order of the Phoenix was chasing after the victory... Everything he worked so hard for disappeared quickly with his death... The most terrible thing is that he has always been Despised Harry Potter, this time really become the savior in the hearts of those fools!He has done so much, and finally he was defeated by a brat who knows nothing... Well, old man Dumbledore will be happy... Love is stronger than anything...

Voldemort took a deep breath of cold air.

He was all right now, with his wand well inserted in his robes.This is a new opportunity... He closed his eyes tightly, and opened them again in an instant, he has to hold on... Although he doesn't know any spell that is powerful enough to reverse time, but this one can be put aside for now... Voldemort sneered silently.Thanks to who knows, he came back with memories he didn't know.

He floated in the dark night.Horcruxes proved useless, so he abandoned them and found another way; if he was going to die at the hands of Harry Potter, then he still needed to take this action.He can't be angry, he can't regret...that's only for souls who are weaker than him...what he wants is victory, yes, even if it has been proven that there may be a little flaw in this road...

Voldemort stopped on a new, darker street.He thought a little.In case (he hates that word) it's the same as last time, he has to do something to prevent them from happening, or take some remedial measures in advance... He doesn't count on the probability of someone always coming to help in times of crisis, that kind of thing Usually happens to saviors...

"Call God for protection."

He whispered, and a great silver snake swam from the tip of his yew wand.The snake nodded to him, then disappeared into the grass on one side.

He raised his head and looked at the small house hidden in the hedge in the distance.You're here for something very, very important, he reminded himself, last time he thought it was going to be a one-sided, win-win situation.The destination appeared in front of his eyes, and he had already reached the range of the Fidelity Curse, but they still didn't find it.

Without making any sound, he approached the light shining from the house.They had left the curtains open, and James Potter was amusing his son with colored smoke from his wand, scratching the air with his tiny fists.A door opened and my mother came in and said something.The father answered, then tossed his wand aside, stretched, and watched his wife carry their son upstairs.

Were they also doing these trivial things last time?He closed his eyes for a moment, the corners of his mouth elongated, and he didn't remember at all.The door knocked lightly and was pushed open by him, but no one heard it.He walked across the small courtyard, his pale hand drawing his wand from under his cloak, hesitantly.But soon, the door it pointed at slammed.

As he crossed the threshold, James rushed into the hall without even picking up his wand... He doubted that no matter how many times he tried to do it again, the result would be the same...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him—"

Block him, no wand in hand! ...He laughed out loud, and then cast a spell... There was a hint of coolness in the laughter, but neither of the two men present noticed it.He made the same choice as last time, he was going to try to kill Harry Potter first.It was a gamble with little chance of winning, but he had to do it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

James Potter fell like a marionette with a broken string.

He heard Lily Potter screaming upstairs.She will still be the same as before, she would rather die by herself... He deliberately slowed down when he climbed the stairs, and heard the sound of the furniture upstairs and the door colliding.She didn't have a wand either, did she expect those Muggle things to hold him back even for a moment?He thought inappropriately of his mother, who had died in childbirth, and if she would spare her child even a sliver of care and attention for his Muggle father... No, he said firmly to himself, she made her The choice, the past has passed...

He slammed the door open, and with a flick of his wand, everything that Lily had piled behind the door flew aside.She stood there, and when she saw him come in, she put the son in her arms into the cradle behind her.She stood in front, arms outstretched, as if hoping it would be of some use.

"Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!"

He listened silently to the woman's entreaties, and raised his wand.

He could have pushed her away from the cradle, but it seemed safer to kill her... What's more, for his inexplicable future, she had to die...

Green light flashed across the room, and she fell like her husband.The baby never cried, he was able to stand, holding on to the rail of the cradle, looking up into the face of the intruder.He was confused for a moment, the child seemed too calm, and even for a moment he thought he saw the flash of anger.anger?A three-month-old?He looked again, and there was nothing but innocence in those green to transparent pupils.

Did he think it was a prank by his parents?Voldemort stared closely at his old enemy, the child's wide-eyed green eyes vaguely reflected his pupils that looked like vertical lines under the hood, and the original scarlet color was no longer visible.

He raised his wand slowly, directly into the boy's face, until it poked the smooth forehead on the right side.He wanted to see it happen, to see the destruction of this one, unexplained danger.The little boy, who had been staring at him, burst into tears, as if realizing suddenly that he was not Jaime.That's right...that's right...he doesn't like crying, he has never been able to bear the crying of the children in the orphanage, but now he seems to hear the sound of nature.Among his pitifully feeble memories of the murder, the last impression he had was the cry of the child...

He carefully looked at the child in front of him. Although tears were crisscrossing his face, his hand holding the fence did not relax at all, and he was still standing firmly in the cradle.He turned his wrist, and the wand tip traveled across the child's forehead, as if he could feel the blood in the veins under the skin.

Very good... He thought, this time he could experience the feeling carefully, killing a fateful danger with his own hands, exciting and wonderful.But if that's true... his mouth is wriggling, the lipless line looking sharp.She was using a very old magic, which he knew, but never dismissed.Maybe this time it will be an exception, after all, none of the feeling of shattering, the overwhelming pain and fear, the state of being nothing is what he expected... His scarlet pupils stared at the crying little boy , Many thoughts quickly turned in my mind.If the result is still his death, hmph, he won't be reconciled...

Do you have to do what was prophesied to do...go to a predetermined death?To catch death without a fight?That would never have been something Voldemort would have done...he had a sudden idea...it was so good, he couldn't believe it hadn't occurred to him in the first place...this time he was making a choice... ...to hell with that damn prophecy...

He flicked his wand lightly, and arcs of light fell down round and round, filling the entire room.In the end, they wove into a huge ball, the white light was very soft, and the beautiful singing of the phoenix sounded in his mind... The boy slowly stopped crying, and while he was sobbing, he looked around curiously.

He lowered his head and looked at the child again, 17 years later he might kill himself again... "Then I will give you this chance," he said, hissing voice as cold as the cold wind, "come and kill me. Immediately afterwards, he spit out a few cold words, and the white light that permeated the surroundings illuminated his pupils under the hood.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed.The white light disappeared, leaving only the loud cry of the child echoing in the boundless darkness...

Everything seems to be going in the direction predicted...

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord is approaching...born into a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marks him as his rival...but he has the Dark Lord A power unknown to the head...one must die at the hand of the other...for both cannot live...only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month ...

Day one dormant devil