The ethereal fate is ungraspable, and knowing the fate of the future, only by making a detailed plan at this moment can you seek good fortune and avoid evil. Whether it is a hero or a person in power in a high position, they all want to take their illusory fate into their own hands. Voldemort, who was so powerful back then, wanted to control his own destiny, so he approached James according to the prophecy that was circulated by someone who didn't know. The Potters. In order to nip the threat to oneself in the bud. Unexpectedly, instead of killing the enemy who was destined to restrain him, he was swallowed by the spell and penetrated his body.

I don't know if it was this illusory prophecy that made the famous Harry come true. Potter, the boy who never died, was still the doom that this language had brought Voldemort to a dead end. If Voldemort didn't take that prophecy to his credit, Harry. Can Potter, a boy who grew up in a family with both parents alive, have so many adventures to create a savior? No one knows this question, and the will of the world, which controls the fate of everyone, is like an invisible pusher, placing chess pieces in his place. Horses can't walk the fields, pawns can't retreat, step by step towards the trajectory arranged by the will of the world to run their lives.

If Voldemort's talent in magic is known as a master, then his talent for controlling people's hearts makes him a formidable Dark Lord.

As the sole heir of Slytherin, he has half Muggle blood in his body, which dooms Voldemort to be a tragic figure, with a noble birth and mixed blood, and is known as a mudblood in the wizarding world. This unwilling reality, like an indelible imprint, reminds Voldemort that this humiliation cannot be forgotten. Ten years in an orphanage, everyone will be Tom. Riddle treated him like a psychopath. If Harry. Potter's childhood was spent under the fence of hosts, in cold words. Riddle's childhood was full of sadness. The hunk kid will snatch Tom. The food in Riddle's bowl, although well-behaved and lovely, uncontrollable fluctuations in magic power can damage the things around him from time to time. Riddle, a handsome boy, spent ten years in an orphanage, and no one wanted to adopt him.

In time. All kinds of abuse surrounded him, but as the sole heir of Slytherin, his noble blood doomed him to be extraordinary, and as long as he cursed those who harbored malicious intentions, his opponent would be ruined by various accidents. Later, the director of the orphanage could only isolate the dangerous and strange teenager. This also makes Tom. Riddle became the only child in the orphanage to have a separate room.

If you want to find the crystal ball that predicts your future in the prophecy hall of the Mysteries Division of the Ministry of Magic, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Potter, the boy who never died, found for himself the crystal ball that foreshadowed his future.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead ached. It was as if rheumatism had met the rainy weather, and illusory images appeared in Harry. In Potter's mind, he couldn't tell what was real and what was unreal. It's like an addict hallucinating after taking drugs.

'Ahhh Potter's screams woke up Ron, who was in the same bedroom. Weasley.

Rubbing his eyes, "Harry has a nightmare?" "Ron. Weasley asked, confused.

Panting, Harry. Potter felt cold all over, cold sweat and wet pajamas clinging to his body. The black hair was wet with cold sweat on his forehead, and it hung down on his forehead.

"I saw it, I saw it... I saw Sirius in a room full of crystal balls. I was tortured by Voldemort and I was going to save him." Potter muttered, his empty eyes losing their former brilliance.

Ron. Weasley yawned and said helplessly, "Didn't we just see Blake the other day?" Are you thinking too much about him being with my parents now? Sleep, there's still class tomorrow, it's that damn Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts class again, and I'm still wearing pink and I can't stand that old witch." Weasley waved his hand and fell asleep.

Thinking that he had indeed only met Sirius some time ago, Harry. Potter breathed a sigh of relief. There are masters like the Weasleys, Lupin, and Mad Eye Moody in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is not easy for the Death Eaters to attack anywhere, plus the Order of the Phoenix has an emergency escape network, even if it encounters an attack, with the strength of Sirius Black and others. Running away is not a problem at all. Come to think of it, Harry. Potter rubbed his wet hair and fell asleep.

At this time, turning into a hidden room in the alley, the gray-skinned Voldemort gradually showed a pleasant smile, and muttered in a hoarse voice, "When the difference between fantasy and reality is not clear, Harry. Potter, you'll show me what I'm looking for" Playing with the wand in his hand, he turned around and glanced at Bellatrix, who was standing respectfully on the side. Lestrange, "Is Lucius ready?" Do you think the cunning Malfoy will betray me? ”

"Great master, no one can escape your eyes, although Lucius has made a stand, but I will always keep an eye on him, and as long as he shows disloyalty to you, then I will not hesitate to end his life," Bellatrix. Lestrange said in a deep voice, as if Lucius had nothing to do with him, in Azkaban, after being imprisoned for more than ten years, she still regarded Voldemort as an invincible existence, and had not seen the great strength of Li She and others. In Lestrange's mind, Voldemort was still the Dark Lord feared by the British wizarding community, and the newly emerging 'Dragon Thieves' were just a bunch of clowns with their heads and tails hidden.

Nodding, Voldemort's gray cheeks showed a gentle smile, the reason why he wanted to rescue those Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban, in addition to enhancing the strength of the Death Eaters, Voldemort also took a fancy to people like Bellatrix. A pure-blood fanatic like Lestrange.

If a nightmare comes true one day, then people will believe what they dream about. A messy day, Harry. Potter didn't know how he ended the day's schoolwork, so he went back to his dorm and fell asleep. In my sleep, I saw the room full of crystal balls again. In the darkness, a familiar figure appeared in Harry's back. Potter's dreams. Arthur. Weasley, a member of the Order of the Phoenix who worked in the Ministry of Magic, was tasked with finding the crystal ball. 'Hiss' Nagini spat out the letter and raised her head, and the adult's thigh-thick body made Arthur . Weasley, a veteran member of the Order of the Phoenix, was terrified. But Arthur, who has experienced the test of life and death. With a flick of his wand, a white light shot out, 'Crushed' Arthur. Weasley shouted. I don't know that the head of the giant python in front of me is biased. The seemingly clumsy body deftly dodged his own attack, just as Arthur. When Weasley was surprised, there was a 'snap', and Nagini's whip-like tail slammed towards Arthur. Weasley's feet swept away, and the tremendous force made Arthur. Weasley fell headlong.

Arthur who fell dizzy. Weasley tried to fight his way up, and with a 'click', Nagini jumped up and bit Arthur. Weasley held his wand's wrist. The pain of a broken bone made Arthur. Weasley gave away his wand, and the wizard without his wand was slaughtered like a maiden without clothes. Quite a spiritual Nagini as an addition to Harry. In addition to Potter, another Horcrux with life is not much to do even in the face of top wizards.

Arthur without his wand. Weasley could only protect his head and neck. Keep pushing your feet. I want to get rid of this devouring python in front of me. As a member of the snake family, the python does not have the fangs to kill people every now and then. But with its huge size, it can strangle its prey as long as it is entangled. It is because of knowing this that Arthur. Weasley endured the pain in his arm and hammered the python in front of him in the most primitive way of human beings, preventing it from wrapping itself up.

'Ahhh Potter was once again awakened by the horror in front of him. "Ron Ron I see, Arthur. Mr. Weasley was attacked, and right at the Ministry of Magic, your father was covered in blood and fell in that room full of crystal balls, I saw it, please believe me, "Harry. Potter panicked towards Ron. Weasley shouted.

If you talk about the first few times, Harry. Potter dreamed of someone else's words, so this time I heard Harry. The object of Potter's mouth became his father, Ron. Weasley couldn't be calm anymore. "So what do we do?" Awakened by a scaremonger. Weasley lost his opinion.

Bring in Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor. Harry. Potter and the Weasley children ran overnight to Dumbledore's office.

As a wizard, the world of magic cannot be explained by science in the first place, but can the scientific theory of the Muggle world explain a creature like a dragon? Can you explain how werewolves came about? Even if the Muggle world is technologically advanced enough to allow humans to fly into space, it still doesn't explain why a small Philosopher's Stone can create magical potions that make people immortal.

Thinking day and night, it could be Harry. Potter's nervous dreams may be a sign of some kind, and the easiest way to confirm them is to have them checked out at the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore's brow furrowed, passing Harry. It's not the first time Potter has described having a variety of nightmares every night. Brushing his beard, Dumbledore remembered his manipulative student. Eyes fixed on Harry. A lightning-shaped scar on Potter's forehead. He sighed and said, "Alas, it seems that this scar on your forehead has Tom's power left in it, so that your subconscious mind can resonate with Tom's subconscious at certain moments" (To be continued......)

PS: At dinner, I drank vinegar with fish bones, swallowed steamed buns, and had to go to the hospital at half past eight o'clock in the emergency department of the ear, nose and throat, and the doctor said that I could not see the suspicion that it was stuck in the esophagus, and I needed to take a film, I asked rhetorically, what if I didn't have the esophagus? The doctor said calmly, then it can only prove that I still need to do laryngoscopy in my throat, but the laryngoscope will only be tomorrow, I gritted my teeth and left, changed three hospitals, damn it, these three hospitals don't work at night, it's so uncomfortable, it's still a change, swallowing saliva hurts, tomorrow I can only go to that laryngoscope, someone pulled my tongue out, let me make the sound of E, can I pronounce it?