Don't talk to me about the Seven Horcruxes or anything like that.

Because I have already explained in this chapter, Voldemort in this article did not slice himself into slices because of the causal cycle of some people, but instead put it in seven vessels and sealed it with his own hand and then extracted the memory fragment (not the soul).

I'll write about the specific situation later, so don't worry.

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Sword 9 (upright): Curse.

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Godric's. Hollow, England

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"I'm curious...... Does this cat-and-mouse practice make sense? ”

Although the corners of his mouth were oozing blood because of the injury, and the scars caused by magic were all over his body, the hazel eyes of the person in front of him were unusually calm, and there was no panic or cowardice in his expression, "Or is this really just Voldmort's own bad taste?" ”

Just like what stood in front of him, it wasn't "the man" whose name people in the wizarding world didn't even dare to say it, but just an ordinary person.

"Just gives you plenty of time to think."

He was answered by a slightly hoarse voice with an attractive magnetism coming from under the black cloak, "Now, for the courage to call me by name, give you one last chance." ”

After a slight pause, there seemed to be a hint of demagogy in his voice, "James Potter, would you like to join?" ”

"I refuse."

Shaking his head in refusal without the slightest hesitation, the man exhaled softly, "I really don't understand, according to common sense, people who have joined the Order of the Phoenix can already be regarded as mortal enemies of the Death Eaters, and my child echoes that prophecy. Why do you extend an olive branch to me? ”

"We're alike."

As if in a good mood for the imminent destruction of that so-called "prophecy", Voldemort replied very quickly, "Although you walk around in the sun, even acting impulsive and sunny like a competent stupid lion, the darkness in your eyes that belongs to Slytherin is." Wearing a good mask, mocking everything in the world. Although the method is different, it is very similar...... I used to be. ”

What's more, he didn't think a worthy Gryffindor would have been able to escape the Death Eaters for that long - it would have taken a while to find this place had it not been for the leak of the Secret Keeper.

“……”

The man seemed to be choked by these words for a moment, and then a rich smile appeared in his hazel eyes, making him even ignore his body, and laughed a little embarrassed, "Haha...... Ahem...... I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it...... Cough, I can still hear something like that......"

It seems that because of the wound involved, there is even a trace of tears in the corner of his eye.

"It shouldn't be funny."

Not annoyed by the inappropriate laughter of the man in front of him, Voldemort was just a little confused about the reason.

Victory was in his hands, and he didn't mind letting his dying enemies enjoy a little mercy that belonged to the victors, and besides, he didn't think his proposal was funny.

"Someone has said something similar to me, and although the words are different, the general idea is the same."

As if remembering something, the man's face showed a gentle look, as if even the pain could not confect the happy memory, "It's a pity, if it was before I met that person, maybe I would have really agreed." However, I promised that the man to reappear...... It may be silly to say, but it makes sense that the Sorting Hat ended up sorting me into Gryffindor. ”

At the end, he seemed to smile self-deprecatingly, "First love is always a beautiful thing, isn't it?" ”

"Love?"

To this, Voldemort just snorted through his nose, "Boring thing." ”

"Bored? That's definitely just an evaluation that only people who haven't experienced it will have. ”

It seemed a little amused by Voldemort's words, and the man's expression was quite relaxed at the moment - there was no fear of a dying person at all, "No matter what, what was promised is always to be done." What's more, she never missed anything she predicted. ”

"Prophecy?"

As if intrigued by a certain word in the man's words, Voldemort let out a short laugh from under his black cloak, "I didn't expect there to be another prophet besides Trelawney." ”

"Who knows about this kind of thing?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the man raised his wand, like two people controlling the body and controlling the spirit, "Anyway, there have always been many mysteries on her, if it weren't for solving the mystery, I wouldn't have fallen into it in the first place...... Forget it, what was promised is always done. Anyway, I think it's very unlikely that the magic will succeed......"

Of course, the last sentence was taken directly into his throat and not spit out - although Lupin was occasionally assessed as "reckless", that did not mean that he would be as reckless as Sirius.

"Oh, should I expect you to have a decent counterattack?"

Staring at the man with a self-deprecating smile, Voldemort spoke sarcastically.

"It's not a 'fight back,' it's just a small curse – although I personally think the chances of success are almost non-existent. You just said that 'love' is boring, right? ”

The corners of the man's lips curled, and a hint of firmness and gentleness appeared in his hazel eyes, "'Lightning'." Voldemort, that will change the rest of your life. ”

“…… Do you think ......"

The corners of his lips hidden under the black cloak curled up with a mockery, "If I already know, will I give you time to cast the curse?" ”

As he spoke, another flash of brilliant green light flashed, not the previous deliberate miss, but accurately hit Jaime's body, robbing him of the last remaining vitality.

He may be able to give his enemies one last mercy, but that doesn't mean he's stupid enough to give them room to fight back.

Looking at the face of the man who fell to the ground, with a faint smile of determination and loss and no regrets, Voldemort's brows hidden under the cloak were slightly locked.

There were countless enemies who died under his wand, and he had seen countless enemies look like when they were dying.

But it was the first time he had seen a man in front of him with such a calm expression that could even be described as "happiness" - so he didn't understand it.

However, this doubt only turned around in his mind and disappeared into nothingness.

Because he hasn't forgotten the biggest purpose for which he came here.

The black cloak turned and looked around the corner of the stairs on the second floor, where a woman with long crimson hair and emerald green eyes was standing with a baby in her arms.

"Want to avenge your husband?"

It didn't seem to be worried that women would attack him, and Voldemort's tone of voice didn't change, "I still have some last words to explain." For the sake of the Potters' audacity to look me in the eye, I can give you this time. ”

He is still more lenient for those who have qualities that he admires.

"She once said that Voldemort just didn't know love, not without love."

Eyes swept over her husband, who had already passed away with a smile in his eyes, and a sad smile appeared on the woman's face, "Although I have always believed her words, I have always been skeptical of this sentence - even now. ”

"Huh?"

It is undeniable that Voldemort had a curious thought about the "she" that men and women had repeatedly referred to - but this thought was only fleeting, "Who is she?" Also a Hogwarts student? ”

If there were such a good student, neither Dumbledore nor he would have been able to ignore it.

The so-called "love"?

It was just the old man Dumbledore's nonsense. Even without that thing, he wasn't just as perfect as the Death Eater rule that ruled him?

“…… I don't know ...... either."

But to Voldemort's surprise, the woman shook her head and didn't give a clear answer, "Or rather, we never really got to know her." But...... She deserves to be described as 'unique'. ”

Be all abroad.

The thought was only fleeting, and Voldemort raised his wand again and aimed it at her, "So, since you've walked out, you must be ready to go on the road with your husband and children, right?" ”

"Yes, we are ready, but it's just me and Jaime."

Without admitting or denying it, the woman lowered her head and dropped a kiss on the forehead of the baby in her arms, "As a mother, I will do everything in my power to protect my child." ”

“……”

The breath was slightly suffocated by the woman's determined and pious expression, but the next moment the unpleasant emotion had been driven out of her mind.

"She never lies about that."

The woman looked at Voldemort and showed a faint smile, "My blessing to my child will continue to protect him until he grows up." Voldemort, love, is far more complex and intense than you think. ”

"Boring last words."

A green glow flashed with the laughter, and all the woman had to do was turn her back and use her whole body to protect her child.

The whole house exploded in the light, and the ashes went up in smoke.

And the baby's loud cry pierced the night sky as the dust fell and cleared his vision - he wasn't dead!

"Not even dead?"

Voldemort was somewhat surprised to see the little lump of flesh crying in the ruins, "Probably using all the magic power to make a shield, right?" But it didn't leave even a bit of ash in itself, not even ......"

With a mocking smile in the shadow of the cloak, Voldemort slowly approached the young creature, "I can't protect you now, who are completely powerless. ”

In my mind, there was an image that overlapped with the present moment, making people feel a subtle sense of dizziness.

After a slight hesitation, Voldemort finally bent down and stretched out his hand.

The moment his hand touched the baby and flipped him over, a fierce pain came from his fingers, piercing deep into his body like thorns of thorns.

In my heart, there was the sound of something breaking.

Something came out of my mind, and my temples throbbed.

Is that...... What the?!

The pain as if the body was about to be torn apart was far less than the mental pain that was caused by what had been excavated at the moment.

It seems that something important has been forgotten, and something important seems to have been remembered......

In his confusion, he saw the lightning-shaped scar on the baby's left forehead - it was clearly a mark of something that had been cut by the baby when it fell to the ground, or it was simply the mark of the spell he had just taken.

['Lightning'.] Voldemort, that will change the rest of your life. 】

"Damn!"

The feeling of being fooled, combined with the anxiety of not being aware of the traces of the curse at all, made Voldemort reach out and immediately understand the presence in front of him, who was clearly mocking his carelessness.

But as soon as the outstretched fingers touched the baby, the strength that was already tearing at his body immediately doubled, and the outstretched hand was reddening and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was close to collapse.

As the woman said, it was her blessing to her son.

As soon as a malicious force approaches him and touches him, it will begin to crumble - a defensive white magic based on his mother's "love" and exchanged for his life.

“…… Uh-huh, ahhh......h

Touching the baby seems to be an opportunity, even if you immediately let go of your hand, but ......

Body, skin, internal organs, face, blood......

His whole body and even his soul seemed to be burned by someone on a blazing fire, and something was clamoring to escape, and the feeling almost made him feel that his body had been completely torn apart.

Then, something let out a dull roar that seemed to be unwilling, broke free from the restraints of his body, and fled.

The original pain disappeared as if it were an illusion, and the body that was instantly relaxed even produced an illusion that was close to "pleasant".

But the physical strength that is consumed because of the pain is genuine. After a moment of respite against the ruins, Voldemort rose to his feet with supreme self-control.

But as soon as he stood up, he sensed that something was wrong—his vision had been lowered, and his clothes were now hanging loosely and crumblingly on his body.

Looking down at the fragments of the mirror underground, the dark-haired boy in the broken lens widened his eyes at the moment, and his eyes were full of astonishment written in blue instead of dark red.

The man in the mirror is clearly Tom Marvolo Riddle, who has not yet become Voldemort.

The magic in his body is empty, and at this moment, he is just back to when he was sixteen years old.

The long-overdue black magic of the sacrificial genre of individual life - Time's. Resturen, why is it here?

Damn the damned!