war and peace

The author has something to say: Dormant Demogorgon (DormantDemogorgon)

Harry started Hogwarts again.

Quirrell is gone, and a handsome man has become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

And Gryffindor College ushered in a student named Tom, who was roommates with Harry.

Who is Voldemort?Harry is confused...

"Get up! Get up! Hurry up!"

Harry woke up with a start.His aunt was banging on his door again.

"Get up!" she screamed.Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen, followed by the sound of a frying pan being put on the stove.He turned his back to the door and tried his best to recall the dream he had just had.It was a good dream——Hagrid held him, met Sirius, and then Sirius lent Hagrid his flying motorcycle, and Hagrid flew across half of England in his arms, and fell asleep on the way...

"Are you up?" Aunt came to the door again, and her question interrupted Harry's memory.

Harry stood up halfway, fumbling for the glasses on the bedside table: "Soon."

"Come on, come on, I want you to watch the bacon. Try to burn it. I want Dudley's birthday to be all right."

Well, it will work out, it will be easier to achieve if you don't go to the zoo... Harry slowly got out of bed and started looking for socks.He felt that he could understand his aunt's family's attitude towards him, but even though he knew that his cousin and aunt still cared about him, if he did it again, he would have to be mentally prepared.All he can do is stay an arm's length away from Uncle Vernon at all times, avoid appearing in Dudley's sight, obey Aunt Petunia's orders obediently, and slightly control the explosion of magic power when Aunt Maggie comes. Direction... Anyway, he is the one destined to kill Voldemort, or, destined to be killed by Voldemort...

Harry dressed and walked down the corridor to the kitchen.Just as in his impression, the dining table and sofa were covered by colorful wrapping paper. He only glanced at it, and then turned his gaze back to the sizzling frying pan in front of him.They were indeed going to the zoo, although of course Harry would be entrusted to old Mrs Figg's care as usual.

However, the cheerful atmosphere of the Dursleys in the living room was quickly swept away by the ringing of the telephone, and the old Muggle lady broke her leg.Amidst Dudley's fake cries, Aunt Petunia's screams, and Uncle Vernon's yelling, Harry lazily made the doomed request "Leave me alone".

Although Harry was sure that his performance would definitely satisfy his aunt's family more than last time, the reluctant Dursleys took him anyway.He sat in the back seat and said to himself, look, this is the inertia of history.Last time and this time, he would rather stay at home by himself, but it just didn't work.

He didn't know what was going on, logically speaking, the owner of the elderberry wand was himself, how could the curse it rebounded bring him back to 17 years ago?Didn't Dumbledore say before that Voldemort killed his own soul piece?Then, killing him himself should be a success!Does the Avada Kedavra have unknown functions?Or, was Voldemort's last silent spell not Avada Kedavra at all?He couldn't imagine what other spell Voldemort could have said at that moment...

He once considered going to the Albanian forest to kill Voldemort in a weak state, but not to mention his magical power in childhood (in fact, Harry suspected that his magical power would never reach the height of Voldemort) and the long distance of the journey, Aunt Petunia This is insurmountable, and she always ensures that Harry's state is under her supervision.Not to mention he didn't have his holly wand yet, how was he going to kill the ghost Voldemort without a wand?Count on uncontrollable bursts of magical power from your child?

As for getting someone to do it for him, Harry hadn't given it much thought.With Voldemort's level of cunning, Dumbledore would have been safer, but Harry hoped that his beloved headmaster would live a few more years - to be precise, he felt that the sacrifice of everyone but himself could have been avoided.His own life could be exchanged for countless others, Harry thought optimistically, it was a good deal.

Of course Harry had considered the possibility that Voldemort had returned as well.For ten years, though, nothing happened.The Muggle world is peaceful.Although he didn't remember Voldemort saying such an inexplicable sentence before killing him, how dare he expect a three-month-old baby's memory to be complete?Moreover, Voldemort did cast the Killing Curse on him, and he did indeed disappear—with his mind and character, it is impossible for him to die generously knowing the result, and it is even more impossible for him to live well while lurking for 11 years...Think about it , Seven Horcruxes!

Thinking of this, Harry touched his forehead subconsciously.He's finally kind of liking his crazy hair because it hides the scar so well, and he doesn't want everyone staring at that lightning scar.He's also sure he doesn't like the way the scar burns, but luckily it's normal so far, just like normal.

This way, if possible, he would have many more chances of killing Voldemort early, he knew almost everything that was going to happen... Alone, of course, he couldn't put his friends in danger... a handful of white-bearded Dumbledore, the poisonous but forbearing Snape, his white and loyal Hedwig...and Sirius, when Harry thought of him falling in the archway, his internal organs seemed to be filled with lead and tangled together, twisted. It hurts badly...

If he could win the war with his own blood, it would be worth it anyway... Harry was thinking about Voldemort all his head, and he didn't listen to a word of Uncle Vernon's low-pitched threat.

In fact, when he was alone, apart from reminiscing about the happy times with his friends, what he thought about most was when he would meet Voldemort and how to deal with it.Since he forgot everything else once he thought about it, he ignored a lot of Dudley's provocations and the Dursleys' shouting, so he saved a lot of pain and got a few full meals.The Dursleys were very satisfied with his often absent-minded sluggishness, and that Harry was obedient, never talking back or asking questions, and basically not causing trouble. They separated Dudley's toy warehouse upstairs when Harry was in elementary school. Give him a bedroom, as long as he's quiet when they have guests.This was too easy for Harry now, so even though Dudley was crying and fussing and losing his temper, it didn't change the decision of the Dursleys.

The car stopped.Harry looked up and saw many people with children like the Dursleys at the gate of the zoo outside the car window.Dudley didn't speak a word to Harry all the way, and once he reached his destination, he got out of the car as fast as he could, and he didn't forget to slam the door shut before Harry's nose.Oh, childish temper, Harry pushed open the door indifferently, what a childish and boring little trick!Now he has figured out his cousin's temper, as long as he ignores him, he will walk away bored in a short time.

If only his parents were still there... Harry followed the Dursleys slowly, keeping a certain distance, which was requested by Uncle Vernon.There were parents with children everywhere, and he couldn't help but think of his red-haired mother smiling tenderly at him.Papa let out smoke to tease him, right?Those first few minutes had been the happiest Harry had been since his rebirth.Although Voldemort soon appeared...

But it's kind of weird, isn't it?The spell he had never seen before.Everything was calm, it was true, but Harry always felt that something was different.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Reptile House.Harry watched Dudley sticking out his tongue at the python inside the glass, grimacing, knocking, and shouting, unable to move it even an inch, and dragged Uncle Vernon away in great disappointment.Harry stepped forward, undecided whether to do it again.Confinement is fine, but the reduced food standards are a big problem. Since he doesn't plan to rely on his friends, he should take care of himself, right?

While he was hesitating, Harry suddenly felt a huge, overwhelming sense of pleasure rushing over him.When he noticed that his reflection on the glass was opening its mouth wide, his first reaction was to cover it before it laughed.He obviously didn't think of any pleasant things just now!Harry stared at his own reflection, feeling very content that it was not he, that is to say, Voldemort!

Sure enough, something was different... Harry didn't think the things that made Voldemort so happy would be good for him.There was something he'd always wanted to do... just did it... and Harry was trying to feel that feeling, wondering what the hell Voldemort had done.But that feeling was fleeting, so fast that Harry suspected that the momentary happiness was just an illusion.

No... Was Voldemort aware of their connection?Harry rested his hands on the clear glass in front of him. After a long period of calm, did things suddenly take a turn for the worse?Harry shook his head, trying to clear his head.It's also possible that Voldemort didn't find out at all, but that his self-control was so good that he calmed down before he had detected enough things?

Harry now desperately wanted to know what he didn't know.But he didn't succeed. Just when he was about to hit the glass in frustration, a small voice reached his ears: "Hey, is he talking about you?"

Harry raised his head suddenly, and it didn't take him long to find that the coiled snake in front of him raised its triangular head at some point: "Oh, God, it really is." The snake was almost full of interest. looked at Harry from head to toe (in fact, Harry doubted that he could really see the snake's emotions from those yellow eyes), and then shook his head left and right (I don't know why Harry felt that the snake didn't seem very Look at his appearance), then shrank back, and while coiling up his body, he was still muttering: "Oh... Virgin Mary...Of course he can't..."

He seems to have just been despised by a snake...?Harry was dumbfounded. "He? Who is it? Has anyone who can speak Parseltongue come?" Harry hurriedly asked, as if he had heard some terrible news.But Mr. Snake — or Miss Snake — still curled up lazily in a pile, pointing his argyle scales at Harry as if he didn't hear him.No matter how frantic Harry was, it didn't budge.

Meanwhile, Hogsmeade.

The wooden door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open, and the bell hanging in front of the door jingled.A man wearing a pure black wizard robe walked in, and he went straight to the corner.

"Good afternoon, what would you like to have?" Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the bar—she was just wiping the wine bottle—poked her head out from under the wine cabinet and greeted warmly.When the man sat down at the table and raised his head, she was immediately frozen in place.Merlin!She had never seen such a handsome wizard before!

"Let's have a cup of your signature drink here." The man smiled, and at the same time frowned slightly, looking a little embarrassed: "Please forgive me... I heard that the craftsmanship of the lady boss here is the best, but I am a newcomer. I believe that beautiful ladies can understand this?"

"Oh...oh, of course! Welcome!" Rosmerta managed to recover from that smile, and hurried to get a bottle of well-polished wine bottle on the shelf, "Then have some, let's Best mead here, oak-aged, I just got it from the cellar..."

The man saw her flustered and sneered, but Rosmerta was looking down for a suitable cup and didn't see it.When he finally took a sip of the honey-yellow, frothy liquid, he said the prepared lines: "It's really good! It seems that I will have a good fortune in the future."

Rosmerta stood behind the bar, looking over there uncontrollably, and immediately grabbed the conversation: "In the future? So you are..." The man put down his wine glass, showing a wider smile: "I You guessed it, I start teaching at Hogwarts next term."

Rosmerta's eyes widened. "Then you teach... Defense Against the Dark Arts? Albus mentioned it last time..." The man nodded, "Mar Veromca Rold, Mar Veromca Rold."