war and peace

In the blink of an eye, another year and a half passed.During this time, Voldemort remained in the forest behind Little Hangleton.He now feels that it is definitely not a wise move to carry around with a Horcrux, especially when he has already hidden it well before but still failed.The food is delivered regularly by the house elves of the Lestrange family. When sleeping, you only need to cast warning spells and Muggle expulsion spells.Originally, that place was already deserted, but this was just added multiple insurances.And Nagini couldn't bear it anymore, it swam over from the snow-covered euonymus forest in the north by itself, and found the right position, undoubtedly another defense.

Voldemort was very helpless about this.He wanted to take Nagini with him after recovering the ring Horcrux, but the latter couldn't hold back after feeling that he was resurrected.Fortunately, it finally listened to Voldemort's explanation, that is, it must choose places that are rarely visited by people, so as not to attract the attention of wizards, and it is best not to use Muggles.Although I know that the soul piece on it is not yet ready to die (the savior can only walk wobbly and has no magic wand), but after experiencing a complete failure, anyone will pay more attention, right?

Under the circumstances, Voldemort felt that Harry was more composed than he was.When he heard the incomplete prophecy from Severus Snape (he didn't know it was an incomplete prophecy at the time), he immediately decided to kill the Potter family.It had been a reckless decision, and he didn't think he'd done anything but succeed in finding the Potter house in Godric's Hollow.He didn't inquire thoroughly, didn't make sufficient preparations, and didn't make enough estimates of the difficulties he would face—even when he returned to that moment again, he still didn't do it well!Compared to Harry, he had already worked out a plan for himself called "How to single-handedly kill Voldemort"; measured by Gryffindor's thinking, it was considered well-thought-out.

And he thought so because Voldemort had incorporated details from Harry's mind that he hadn't noticed before, or didn't even know about.

For example, Snape used Occlumency to successfully deceive him, making him really think that he just had a crush on Lily for a while, but in fact he never forgot the Muggle-born wizard until his death; for example, he hid in the ruins Dumbledore speculated that he did it because of Horcruxes or some other reason. In fact, he didn't want to see the people he killed, not even phantoms (this is obviously a kind of fear of death embodiment), but the scene the Savior saw when he finally stepped into the Forbidden Forest was much warmer than what he saw; for another example, after he fired the death curse that he thought he had succeeded in the Forbidden Forest, Narcissa Malfoy was How had lied to him about her son's news, but in fact the savior was alive and well, and experienced a white, amazing dream.

There was so much information like this, and it was impossible for the Savior to recall all of them at once. It took Voldemort several months to reconstruct the complete ins and outs of the whole thing in his mind.

By now, Voldemort can say with certainty that whatever Dumbledore thought he lacked, at least he did lack an understanding of the truth.When he first knew about those false and double-faced Death Eaters, he was going to be furious; and when he saw the performance of the die-hard Death Eaters, he couldn't bear to admit that those people had brains.Of course, this is an exaggeration, but Voldemort looking forward from now, he feels that his own performance is like the most stupid in the whole story - spending his whole life on Horcruxes in order to seek eternal life, but in fact Proof that the Deathly Hallows was a joke, and he hadn't even heard of the Deathly Hallows before!

This is simply an unforgivable mistake!He thought he knew all the secrets of the wizarding world, but reality gave him a cruel slap in the face.Therefore, even if Voldemort was reluctant, he decided to start learning magic and other knowledge that he thought was useless before.He came back again, not to lose everything under the hands of the savior again!

Thinking of this, Voldemort thought of his strange reason for coming back.He was certain that it wasn't Lily's spell that was at work this time—that protective spell should have disappeared after the savior came of age, let alone his life.Then, the biggest possibility left is the location - Hogwarts.

Voldemort knew from Harry's recollections that Dumbledore said he couldn't claim to know all of Hogwarts' secrets (thought contemptuously, Voldemort thought, of course he didn't even figure out how the Room of Requirement worked!).And for the crown's sake, he would definitely go to Hogwarts again.This time he must be able to figure out why...

At this moment, a picture of a Muggle house appeared before Voldemort's eyes.There were a lot more people this time, a large group of children seemed to be playing some kind of music game, walking and stopping.He could only see the grid on the ground from the perspective of the savior, thinking that the IQ of Muggles was really worrying (it didn't occur to him that Harry was only almost four years old now).The music of Ding Dong was still playing, but the savior looked back abruptly, narrowly dodging a thick walking stick that was sweeping towards him.Looking up again, the cane was being held in the hands of a very fat woman. Voldemort felt that the big purple face was simply a symbol - Harry's uncle also looked like that.The woman didn't seem to feel that she had done a wrong thing at all, but yelled, "Little Dudley, hurry up and overtake this dirty fellow!"

Voldemort knew what was going on right away.Someone didn't want the savior to win over his cousin, and was deliberately tripping him up.This sort of thing had happened in Voldemort's previous orphanages, but he'd silenced them all - not in a aboveboard way, of course.But judging from the performance of the savior, he seems to have no such intention at all: his eyes paused for a moment, and he went on a farther way to reach the goal.

"This is hopelessly stupid!" cried the woman's voice, with a faint echo.The line of sight did not turn back, but continued to jump forward step by step.

Even if Voldemort really doesn't like the savior, he can't wait to rush over and knock on his wand at this moment.Anyway, you are a wizard too!Why did it fall in the hands of Muggles?It's true that asking the savior to control his own magic without a wand is a bit difficult, but there is something that can be done, right?The Savior had all the courage (albeit reckless) of a Gryffindor lion when confronted with him, didn't he?But at this time, faced with such plotting and the ensuing cynicism, the savior didn't respond?Should he be thankful that it was his aunt who didn't want to talk to him at all because the savior was thinking about him all the time?

It has to be said that the generation of this kind of anger is of course not achieved overnight.Voldemort had resignedly absorbed nearly two years of Harry's mental activities and parental gossip, and knowing 4 Privet Drive was like knowing what had happened in the past-even though he didn't really want to know.The savior had already made up his mind to pass his time in the Muggle world low-key enough, and when the notice from Hogwarts came, he would be able to realize his plan step by step.

Voldemort had despaired of Harry's Occlumency.At the beginning, he was still thinking that with Snape's level of Occlumency, the students he taught were probably just lax for a while; later, when he received a few sporadic clips about this, he realized that the Occlumency The special lessons in Art were downright tragic, more like war than lessons; in the end, as time went by, Voldemort discovered, to his mild surprise and unwillingness, that the Savior's psychological defenses were next to zero.

You clearly noticed the difference between this time and the previous time, didn't you?Then you can't take chances!He doesn't mind a decisive battle coming soon!Voldemort wanted so badly to grab Harry and growl in his ear.Although he had never done such a disrespectful act as long as he could remember-not even when he thought about it, it can be seen that he was almost driven crazy by the ubiquitous radio effect.

Voldemort never knew that he would one day feel that this situation was more painful than the fusion of Horcruxes-after all, his performance at that time could startle all living creatures in the forest for a radius of ten miles.Had it not been for his habitual use of Occlumency (all good wizards will use this technique anytime and anywhere, because in a battle, there is nothing more dangerous than revealing one's own thoughts to the opponent), he believes that Harry would already be in pain. He had to die a few times, and the degree of pain was definitely several grades higher than his previous scar.

Yes, other than that, everything can be called smooth.Voldemort forced himself to turn his attention back to the Horcruxes - the locket, the Resurrection Stone ring, the Hufflepuff cup, Nagini, the diary - all that remained of the diadem at Hogwarts and the The two pieces on the body are gone.

Voldemort gripped his wand subconsciously.The Savior would not touch the wand until many years later, and that would give him plenty of time.He can think about how to better deceive Dumbledore, and he can also give some reassurance to the few Death Eaters who are the only ones who know that he is still alive-arrange a new situation, and when the Savior finds out, he will face It is a serial trap.The savior is patient, and he will be more patient than the savior.

Thinking of this, Voldemort jumped from the branch where he was sitting cross-legged, but landed silently.The place where he stayed was already close to the primeval forest, and such places were the most and most convenient.But before he took two steps, a voice sounded from behind. "Foddy, where are you going?"

Voldemort didn't have to look back as a long snake slid out of the fallen leaves. "Want to sneak out again, huh?"

If the Death Eaters could hear the tone, they would surely think they were hallucinating: who could talk like that to the Dark Lord?And Muggles would have been terrified if they could have seen it: for what they heard was not English but a strange hissing sound, hoarse and high-pitched.It was different with Voldemort, who simply said: "I was going to call you, Nagini. I have a long-distance travel plan, are you interested in going?"

"Does this question need to be asked? There must be." Big snake replied without hesitation.It swam up to Voldemort and poked its triangular head: "What did you do to your soul again? It looks changed again."

Voldemort knew it was his face.The splitting of the soul accompanied the change in his appearance, and the reintegration of the soul had the same effect.But the snake's aesthetics couldn't tell him exactly what it had become, and he didn't even bother to touch his own face casually. "It doesn't matter."

"Indeed." Big Snake agreed. "Anyway, you are Voldy, even if you turn me into another nasty color." It wrapped the tip of its tail around Voldemort's feet, indicating that the latter could Apparate: "Anyway, I will Follow you."

Voldemort looked down at it with complicated eyes.After he took back the soul piece he parasitized on Nagini, he thought that his control over it might be greatly reduced; but it turns out that this is completely unfounded-in addition to complaining that its beautiful forest green scales have become Apart from the black-green scales, there are no other complaints. "I have no friends, but maybe you are one, Nagini," he whispered suddenly.

The snake's vertical pupils almost stared into a circle. "Are you just realizing that now, Voldy?" it said in an offended tone. "How many years have we been together, do you feel that way now?" It asked relentlessly.

"Of course not." Voldemort reached out and touched the fine scales on the top of the big snake's head to appease him, and disappeared on the spot the next moment.In the dense forest, there are only rolled up fallen leaves swirling.