"I am the one who receives the fruit of wisdom! It's me! Harry Potter! ”

Awakened in his sleep again, Harry opened his eyes and looked at the deep night outside, at the age of twelve, he should have been innocent, but now Harry's expression was gloomy, and he was completely innocent at this age, his nails were hard, and he unconsciously plucked his palm deep into his palm again in his sleep, leaving dazzling blood marks.

"Agulado Karimqi."

Harry whispered the incantation, the blood on his palm healed quickly, the flesh grew and he couldn't see the previous scar, he got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the lightning scar on his forehead, like a shame, reminding him of how funny his fate was.

He was supposed to be the hope of the wizarding world, his parents used their lives to bring him back under Voldemort's Avadasus curse, he was the only one who could survive Voldemort's Avadasus curse, he should have been the focus of attention of the entire wizarding world, becoming the only genius wizard who could fight Voldemort.

It's a pity that the fate that belongs to him has not yet begun, it has already ended.

When Lin Xia controlled the throne of the sun and descended from the sky and subverted the whole world, the former fate seemed to be just a joke, he was no longer important, he was just an inconspicuous ordinary person in this vast wizard era.

Even the former Voldemort has been reduced to a mediocre person in this wizarding tide, let alone just him.

So the change in his life, from a wizard star with high hopes to an unlucky ghost who has to learn from the enemy, seems to be nothing.

But on what ground!

It shouldn't be like this!

His fate shouldn't be like this, even if the tide of the times, the world is turned upside down, and he is no longer the child of destiny expected by Dumbledore's old wizards, but he should be just as eye-catching.

He plucked the fruit of wisdom and became the only one eligible for the Wizarding God Inheritance, as he should in theory.

But once again, fate ruthlessly turned its back on him and mocked him.

Those who have plucked the fruit of wisdom do not end up becoming disciples of the god of sorcerers, but continue to learn at the hands of their enemies.

What is this?

He risked his life and desperately tried to reverse his fate, but in the end he returned to the set track, or even worse.

Everyone knew that he had harvested the fruit of wisdom, but the god of wizards did not accept him as a disciple, so he must have cheated, made mistakes, and even offended the god of wizards.

Otherwise, how could the wizarding god not choose him as a disciple, but instead choose Hermione and Ange.

So, it must be him who is at fault, isn't it?

Because, no one dares to accuse the god of wizards, in the face of powerful authority, the wrong person must be someone else.

"It's ridiculous."

Harry muttered, "It's not me who is wrong. ”

"yes. It's not you who is at fault. It's the world that's wrong. Harry, Harry Potter. The world is broken. The wizard god you call is not the real wizard god, on the contrary, he is a demon who wants to subvert the wizarding world, but he deceives the world in the name of God.

Harry Potter, who changed your destiny, is the most terrible enemy in this world.

Your fate shouldn't have been this way. You were supposed to be the genius of the entire wizarding world, the master of this world, and you would be the most powerful wizard, defeat Voldemort, become the greatest wizard, and lead the wizard's progress. But the evil extraterrestrial demons fear your talent and envy your power.

So he came from the land of evil nothingness, shocked the world with his power, deceived the world with lies, he wanted to kill the glory that belongs to you, he tried in vain to subvert the established fate. He is a monster and a sinner who turns the world upside down, and the world does not know this, deceived by the lies of the devil.

Harry, Harry Potter. Your fate, the fate of the world is now in your hands, no one but you can debunk the devil's lies, no one can save the world, only you, only you! ”

A low, anxious voice rang in Harry's ears again, and he stood in front of the mirror, as if he could see a void face behind him, anxiously speaking to him.

But when he turned his head, there was nothing.

At first, he thought that some evil witchcraft might be working on him, and that Voldemort might even be the work of the same enemy who had killed his parents, and was unwilling to let him go, especially if he had obtained the fruit of wisdom but had not been able to become the god of wizards.

In order to stifle his future, Voldemort secretly casts terrifying sorcery on him, trying to influence his mind.

But later, as he mastered the magical occult sorcery brought about by the fruit of wisdom in his mind, he gradually realized that there was no trace of witchcraft on his body.

At least he was confident that a wizard of the old days like Voldemort would never be able to perform the kind of sorcery that he couldn't even detect the slightest trace of.

Therefore, later he gradually felt that it was the unwillingness in his heart and too much unfairness, which led to a distorted obsession in his heart.

It was the anger at his own fate and the injustice of the wizard god that made him wake up from every nightmare, and such a voice would always rise in his heart, so that he could maintain his anger, be more aggressive, and persist in facing his fate.

But now, he wanted to take a closer look at the origins of the voice.

What if, the voice is telling the truth?

That being, who sits high above the clouds and is called a god by the world, perhaps, is really a demon who blasphemes the name of God?

He thought, and then stretched out his hand, slowly scratching the traces of air on the mirror, it was the wizarding text inherited from the Fruit of Wisdom, unlike any kind of writing in this world, it was the magical text that Voldemort didn't know about, and he expected that voice would understand what he meant, and then give him some kind of response.

And then, he got it.

"Posai Bay, Diagon Island, the moment when the sun is parallel to the moon, the eye of the sea can lead to the door of truth."

Harry's breathing became rapid, and on the smooth mirror, the mist rose and flickered, composing a paragraph in mysterious wizarding words, and then vanished in an instant, making him almost think he was dazzled.

But he decided to take a look.

If there really was a so-called truth, he wanted to see it, because he was fed up with his life and destiny at the moment, he was fed up with the strange stares that looked at him in the academy, and he was fed up with the feeling of fear every time he went to Voldemort's class.

He was fed up with the growing imbalance in his heart every time Hermione came to him.

Obviously, my life shouldn't be like this.

In short, he had enough of his life.