war and peace

It is evening, and the twilight is all together.On the branch road that turned into Privet Drive, the street lights were already on, and people passed by one after another.But as if they didn't see a guy in a black robe standing under the lamp, they discussed tomorrow's weather and vegetable prices, and the impact on the stock price and political situation after the British Hong Kong was returned to the Republic not long ago.

This allowed Voldemort to easily determine the time and space he was in-the summer of [-], near Harry's aunt's house.His thinking is normal, his body is normal, and his magic power is normal. The only abnormal thing is that the time suddenly goes back four or five years.Or, did he return to the previous history?

Is there one him, or two him?Will what happens here affect the past, or the future?

I thought that the spell on the ring must be a magic trap after it was activated, but now... Voldemort clenched the wand in the pocket of his robe, and then strode up, slowly lifting off the ground, as light as smoke flying.He can confirm these doubts one by one later, but the first thing to do is to find Harry.Was he thrown here with him, or somewhere else?

Voldemort had visited this place twice, and found it familiar.And if you look carefully, you will find that the entire No. [-] Privet Drive is shrouded in a soft light, which is very obvious.That's not a lighting effect, but a kind of magic shield.Not only Muggles can't see it, but ordinary wizards can't see it either.

Lily Potter's protection spell.

The shimmer of that layer of shield has faded a lot from the first time, but it hasn't failed yet.Voldemort's heart sank.This blood spell is only valid under two circumstances - first, Harry is underage; invalidated.The last time the Death Eaters managed to get in there, it was because Harry was reborn like him, and the spell automatically judged that he was an adult and no longer protected.Last time, in order to avoid the pursuit of the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix deliberately separated Harry and his aunt's family before his birthday for transfer.And this time...

Harry is inside.But that wasn't his Harry, it was the savior Harry who dropped out of school in seventh grade to wipe out all his Horcruxes.

Voldemort was floating in mid-air, looking in through the second-story window.A boy with messy hair squatted on the ground, rummaging through the suitcase, throwing out one thing after another.An old badge, a cracked looking glass, a crude gold locket... There were already several piles around him, including house robes, Quidditch robes, cauldrons, parchment, quills, and most of the textbooks. In one corner, Muggle clothes, the Invisibility Cloak, potion-making paraphernalia, a few books, and the photo album Hagrid had given him before, a stack of letters and a wand were in an old knapsack.

In the process of tidying up, the boy kept carefully avoiding the fingers of his right hand, which had been scratched with a deep bloodstain by something.Voldemort frowned. He remembered that the boy had always been careless and aggressive, and hadn't studied healing spells at all-this was obviously another small lesson.His gaze fell on a stack of the Daily Prophet on the table, a piece of broken mirror with uneven edges was pressing on it, and there were some blood stains around it.Looks like this is the culprit.

Voldemort raised his wand.Suddenly he had a brilliant idea.The boy is not yet an adult, even if he knows the healing spell, he can't use it; and Lily's spell only works on people with malicious intentions...

"Quick healing."

A white light came in from the window and hit Harry's right hand straight.Harry was about to get to his feet, completely surprised by this, and was horrified. "Who's outside?" he shouted, and quickly ran to the window to look out.

However, the road downstairs is empty, only the street lamps are still there.Harry looked around for several seconds, thinking that the wizard had probably left, so he looked down at his hand.The wound that had been bleeding just now disappeared, and the skin became smooth again. It seemed that the injury was just an illusion of Harry himself.

Healing spell?Harry stayed for another two seconds before realizing that he was not yet of age, so this time he was going to attract those people from the Ministry of Magic again?At this critical juncture, who is messing with him?He cursed in a low voice, and went back to pack his things more quickly.It's really terrible, the schedule is already rushed...

Half a minute passed, a minute passed, and Voldemort didn't notice any wave of magic coming towards them.It stands to reason that under the current situation, the Ministry of Magic should be very concerned about the situation of the savior. If there is any illegal behavior, it is impossible for Scrimgeour, who was born in the Auror Division and the personality of the current Minister of Magic, not to take action.It looks like he's an outsider in this world, and the magic he emits is useful but undetectable.

Voldemort withdrew his hand, staring at his yew wand.When the healing spell was cast just now, it trembled slightly.It was a normal reaction, they were using the same wand core, especially now that Harry had his soul shard.But there was something wrong, this Harry's soul was incomplete.To be exact, the two were Horcruxes for each other, just like before he came.

Is this accidental or inevitable?

If it is inevitable, he is mistaken, this is not history...

Harry was also his Harry, but he was still stuck on the Harry who wanted to kill him...

The ring probably sent him to Harry's memory, or to the world constructed by Harry's memory, which is definitely not a real world anyway...

How would he go back then?

Voldemort frowned again.The reminder given by the ring is too vague. What does it mean to "make the most important decision in your life"?Which is the most important?Or more precisely, what decision would the ring consider most important?

"Strange..." A voice called Voldemort back to God.Harry looked out the window again, completely unaware that he was looking at the road through the transparent body of a man. "What's the matter with the Ministry of Magic? Why are they so slow?" He was still clutching a newspaper, on which Voldemort had seen the headline of Dumbledore's obituary.

This made Voldemort suddenly think of something.Grindelwald lost to Dumbledore in his prime, and he used to think it was just a little weird, but now it seems very weird.At that time, Grindelwald had an elder wand (the legendary weapon that can defeat all other wands), and he was in love with Dumbledore when he was young (from Basilda Basket's memories, it seems quite unforgettable)... …Not many people know about it, but those who do, think about it for a while and feel that there must be something weird in it.And Dumbledore didn't impose any severe restrictions on Nurmengard, so why did Grindelwald stay inside and not come out?

This situation seems to be somewhat similar to now.

Voldemort took one last look at the second-floor windows of number four, Privet Drive.The boy was circling the room with a newspaper in his hand, the expression on his face seemed not much more relaxed than himself.Then he chanted the incantation, and his figure rose higher and higher, immediately overtaking those small buildings, and drifting towards the sea.

Germany, Nurmengard.

This is a dark prison, a gloomy fortress.Surrounded by high walls on the outside, there are many towers on the inside.Long after World War II, people almost forgot about this abandoned place.Today, only the tallest tower still holds people. One of the most famous dark lords in modern history, Gellert Grindelwald, was also the one who ordered the construction of this prison.

Voldemort looked up at the tallest window on the tower, and his body floated up like smoke.He also came to this place once, but at that time his mind was not on it at all.How ironic that I spent the rest of my life in a prison I built.The last time he'd been here was late spring, and in that kind of weather an old Dark Lord shivering and coughing wrapped in a ragged blanket, with magic but not using it, like a Muggle... ...he didn't want to take a second look after the first look.

"You are here. I think you will come... one day." Voldemort stepped into the room through the window (with a flutter) in a grand manner, and the slight sound was not concealed from the person lying on the bed with his back turned, "But you This trip is pointless. I never had it."

Voldemort dropped to the ground, took a step forward, and noticed that the bed covered by the man was already colorless. "Do you only have this blanket? How could Dumbledore be so nice to his old friend?" He couldn't help but sarcastically.

The person on the bed wanted to say something, but suddenly coughed violently.Voldemort stood still, waiting for him to recover.His patience has been honed by various accidents, but compassion... sorry, no.And Grindelwald is willing to torture himself, otherwise, as long as he is willing, his life will be more than ten times better.

"You... didn't you come here for it?" Grindelwald finally took a breath, and slowly straightened up from the bed.Voldemort could now see him clearly by the moonlight shining in from outside.His once brilliant blond hair was dull and his face was much more lined than it had been when he stole the wand from Gregorovitch.But these are not the point, the point is the pair of dull blue eyes, which makes people think that this person will not live long.At this moment, these eyes were staring at Voldemort, and Grindelwald obviously couldn't believe what he saw: "Voldemort?"

"I thought you knew that all along," Voldemort replied sarcastically.Of course he knew why Grindelwald was so surprised: his youthful appearance had absolutely nothing in common with the snake-like face that would later split his soul.

Grindelwald still stared at him intently, "Then why are you here?" His tone was suspicious, but his thinking was clearly fast and clear.He wanted to die, but he wasn't dying at all.

"I want to know one thing," Voldemort replied bluntly, "how did Dumbledore defeat you." Based on Grindelwald's current reaction speed, he knew how difficult he must be to deal with in his prime.How did Dumbledore make him stay in Nurmengard willingly for the rest of his life?

"You're not the first person to ask this question, but you're the first person I'm surprised to ask this question." Grindelwald sat upright now, and the sharp light in his blue eyes was completely different from before, " Why would you want to know?"

Voldemort gave a chuckle. "I knew you wouldn't say it easily. That's okay, let me guess." He began to circle around the room, and kept his feet an inch above the ground in a good mood: "The first , you held an elder wand, but still lost to Dumbledore; the second, you felt guilty for killing Ariana indirectly or directly, so you showed mercy to Dumbledore; the third, you Dumbledore's got more than enough love, and in the end thinks he's right, shouldn't you be killing Muggles and half-blood wizards for the greater good?"

"You..." Grindelwald originally had a solemn expression, but when he really heard Voldemort's reasons, his face turned pale when he heard a line, until he turned pale in the end. "You know everything!"

Voldemort didn't take issue with his exclamation. "You didn't deny it... That means it's true. You really let the water go."

long silence.

"No, I didn't." Grindelwald finally said, "I don't know who killed Ariana, but I should be responsible for it. Besides, Albus is the only love in my life." After saying this, he let out a long breath. "I never told anyone about it."

Voldemort stopped pacing, what he wanted to know lay behind that. "Then you still say you didn't turn on the water?"

"I really haven't." Grindelwald stared at the silver-white moonlight on the ground, his voice was very heavy. "I knew from the moment Albus and I parted ways that we were destined to become rivals. I have imagined the possible situation at that time more than once, but when Albus really stood opposite me, I knew that, None of them ever materialized."

"How?" asked Voldemort.But he has already begun to imagine in his mind that if the final confrontation cannot be avoided this time, Harry is still staring at him with hatred on the opposite side, pointing his wand straight at him... A terrible feeling arises, he Can't take it, even if this Harry doesn't know anything about the future, he can't take it!

Grindelwald gave him a serious look this time. "Are you really Voldemort?" Then he received Voldemort's knife-like eyes as an answer, "Well, let's pretend you are. If you ask such a question, I think the outcome of that day is already predictable. "

Voldemort didn't answer.He stared at the aging man silently, and suddenly he felt a burning sensation inside his arm.