The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the wind and rain outside the door are invading, swaying the light and fire in the house, Harry Potter, who is only a teenager, has a thin body, but at this moment he is like a mountain and a sea, standing in the center, his eyes are deep, as if he has seen through everything, "Do you still want to hide it now?" My dear aunt, uncle-in-law and cousin. ”

"You're awake."

Peggy opened her eyes in the Soul Burning Fire, her expression became calm, no longer struggling and twisting in the pain caused by the Soul Burning Fire, and her face was cold and arrogant, "Then you should also understand your mission." ”

"The mission? What do you give, or what the wizarding god wants? ”

Harry scoffed, "When I killed Voldemort with great determination, at that moment, I was happy to think that I had finally avenged my parents, that I had completed my revenge, that I had killed my parents' murderers. However, the facts tell me that he is me, and I am him.

Voldemort and I were one. And I don't have parents at all. What a ridiculous truth. How can a person not have biological parents? Unless, it's not human. ”

Harry lowered his head, a self-deprecating bitterness rising from the corners of his mouth, "I'm not human. I really don't want to accept this outcome, I'd rather believe that my parents were killed by Voldemort than believe that I've been living a lie all along.

Unfortunately, you still shattered my last delusions. How I wish you were just ordinary people, not like you are now. ”

"Harry, now that you understand the truth, then you should understand your mission, the Lord God created you, hoping that you can help this world, resist the arrival of the Demon King, and save the world that belongs to you. It's a pity that you woke up too early, and now you can't have the power to fight against the Demon King.

So there's only one way, to seek help from the Tower civilization? Only the Tower Civilization can help you defeat the Demon King who has descended. ”

Peggy's family's bodies continued to burn in the flames of Soul Burning Witchcraft, and their bodies dissipated like smoke, leaving only a light spiritual aura like substance that changed in the Soul Burning Witchcraft, like souls.

"Harry, what the hell is going on? Your aunts, how did they become like this? ”

Hermione and Aang were stunned, not expecting the change in front of them, and the Peggy family, who were originally just Muggles, were clearly showing extraordinary signs at this moment.

"That's the truth."

Harry's eyes were cold, and he didn't mean to dissolve the soul burning witchcraft, and he let Peggy, who was now only a ball of soul matter, continue to burn in the soul burning fire, and spoke softly, and the wind and rain entered the soul.

"Thirteen years ago. A group of visitors who did not belong to our world, came to our world, they brought witchcraft, they brought lies, they brought me. Wizards in the wizarding world think that witchcraft has a long history, but in reality they are just living in lies.

The glorious past they thought they had before was just a false dream in a vat.

If nothing happens, I'm going to enter the wizarding world they created in the midst of this lie, learn what they want me to learn, learn what they want me to know, and then mold me into what they want me to be.

Then, one day in the future, it will become their weapon against another exotic powerhouse.

Unfortunately, their plan fell through, and their enemy, another exotic powerhouse, suddenly descended into this world, breaking their original plan. They lost all control of the script, but they were still unwilling to give up control of me.

After all, in a sense, they have been controlling me for twelve years, and naturally feel that they can continue to fiddle with me, control me, and let me follow the fate script they wrote. If it were someone else, maybe they could really succeed, after all, their previous approach was so successful that it simply penetrated all the weaknesses of being a human being.

Look at the life script they set for me, my parents died, there was a fatal enemy who would be entangled with me for the rest of my life, all kinds of relatives who despised and treated me badly, I think there should be a few friends who care about me and accompany me, and one who regards me as a genius and treats me like a son like a teacher and a father.

In this way, the whole fate seems to have been written, grievances and hatreds, all the things that are entangled in the mortals who cannot extricate themselves from the red dust of the world are there, layer by layer, one by one, like chains, which can firmly bind me in the fate clay tablets they wrote.

And when it comes to the final moment when my fate is written, even if I am so like this, and I understand all the truth, it doesn't matter. Because fate has pushed me involuntarily to the position determined by fate, I can't be freed, I can't struggle, like a joke. ”

The sneer on the corner of Harry Potter's mouth became more and more wanton, and the laughter rang out in the wind and rain, "Look, how ridiculous. It turns out that the so-called child of fate is actually a chess piece whose fate has been arranged clearly. Unfortunately, the arrival of the wizarding gods has shattered their manipulation of my fate.

No, perhaps, this is also in their plans. After all, they went to great lengths to hide my identity, trying to make me think that I was just a mortal, and that I would be invisible to everyone, perhaps just to prevent the arrival of the wizarding god.

I guess so. So you succeeded, you succeeded in allowing me to hide from the eyes of the wizarding god, so that the wizarding god did not notice my specialness.

Then you started another plan, you found someone to guide me, tried to confuse my heart, made me an enemy of the wizarding gods, and finally even asked for help from the civilization behind you. Thus the war between you and the wizarding gods will come to this world.

It's not so much that you chose me as a pawn, but that you and the wizarding gods chose this world as a battlefield between you. ”

Harry muttered that a twelve-year-old boy with a wisdom that adults could not possess, and he spoke eloquently, penetrating through all the fog that shrouded the world in the wind and rain, and grasping the only truth, "What a terrible conspiracy." You have hidden it from the world, but you can't hide it from me.

As my creator, are you underestimating me? Think I can't see through your plot? ”

Harry Potter looked at Peggy and them.

"Conspiracy? No, you're wrong, it's not a conspiracy. If Lin Xia hadn't come to this world, there might have been an element of conspiracy, but now, when Lin Xia came to your world, and entrenched here, ruling your world in the name of the wizard god.

Then the conspiracy becomes a conspiracy. ”

In the flames of soul burning, the jumping and burning souls let out laughter.