Chapter 901 - 362: Voldemort’s Idol_2

Chapter 901: Chapter 362: Voldemort’s Idol_2

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"Oh, I know." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "Ah, Professor Garrick, I remember her. She was really a beauty. Many of my classmates liked her back then, eagerly awaiting her Herbology class, haha... Those were truly the days that are long gone."

"Yes," Harry scratched his head and said, "I also liked her at that time, but Cassandra said I was like a dog chasing after a flying broom."

"Why?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

"Because a dog can never catch a flying broom, and even if it does catch up, it can’t ride it," Harry said, spreading his hands.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then understood the deeper meaning of the statement.

He nodded with a complex expression and said, "I’m really pleased that you didn’t insist on letting Miss Malfoy become the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts — I can’t imagine how students tolerated Severus’s Magic Potion Class and then underwent her rites in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. Perhaps compared to Dark Magic, her words were the real Dark Magic."

"Hey!" Harry tapped the table: "I’m still here, Professor Dumbledore!"

"Oh, my apologies." Dumbledore smiled at Harry.

Unable to hold back, Harry laughed, saying: "Actually, I agree with you, hahaha—"

The two laughed for quite a while, then Dumbledore continued: "By the way, I have to thank you for protecting Sybil. I still hold my view that even though you lived through those dark times, your heart remained kind."

"You also think I’m kind, don’t you?" Harry said gleefully, then asked: "Professor, I have a question, why did you hire Professor Trelawney for Divination Class? Was it just because she was the descendant of Prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Not at all." Dumbledore replied, "Sixteen years ago, on one cold and wet night, at the Pig Head Bar in Hogwarts, I went there to meet an applicant who wanted to become the teacher for Divination Class, although keeping the Divination Class running wasn’t part of my plan. But this applicant was the descendant of a very renowned, talented Prophet, so meeting her was usual courtesy. But I was disappointed. To me, she didn’t inherit any of that talent. I hoped I was polite in telling her she wasn’t suitable for the position—and then I turned to leave."

"And then?" Harry pressed, "What changed your mind?"

"Because of her prophecy." Dumbledore stood up, walked past Harry, and approached a black cabinet next to the Phoenix Perch. He bent down, unlocked the door, and took out a shallow Stone Basin with ancient inscriptions around its edge.

It was the Meditation Basin, something Harry had used multiple times, there was an identical one in the Map Secret Room containing his mother’s memories.

Dumbledore returned to his desk, placed the Meditation Basin on it, then raised his magic wand to his temple, extracting several silvery, web-like strands of thought and placing them into the basin.

He returned to his seat behind the desk, watching the thoughts swirl and float within the Meditation Basin.

After a while, he sighed, raised the wand again, and peeled the silvery substance onto its tip.

A figure emerged from within, wearing a cape, her eyes appeared extraordinarily large behind her glasses, she slowly spun, her feet were in the Meditation Basin.

It was Sybil Trelawney, the Divination Professor.

But when she began to speak, Harry heard not her usual ethereal and mysterious voice, but the harsh, raspy voice he had heard once before.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to a family that thrice defied the Dark Lord... The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he possesses a power the Dark Lord knows not... One must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... The one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Slowly spinning, Professor Trelawney sank back into the cluster of silver threads and disappeared.

The office became silent, neither Dumbledore, Harry nor any of the portraits made the slightest sound, even the Phoenix remained quiet.

Dumbledore, still gazing at the Meditation Basin, was deep in thought.

"Is this the prophecy that Professor Snape overheard?" Harry asked uncertainly, "I seem to... oh, that time my parents temporarily came back, Dad even reconciled with Professor Snape—and then Voldemort chose me?"

"Harry." Dumbledore said gently, "Oddly enough it may not refer to you at all, Sybil’s prophecy could apply to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both had parents in the Phoenix Society, and both had thrice survived Voldemort’s wrath—one, of course, is you, the other is Neville Longbottom."

"Then why did Voldemort choose me?" Harry frowned inquiringly.

"Oh, because you share the same name with that legendary wizard from a hundred years ago." Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled, "You know, when Voldemort was at school, he always looked up to Harry Potter as a role model. Maybe he felt insulted because you took the name of the person he admired most, or maybe for other reasons. In any case, he chose you."

Harry opened his mouth.

This damn reason?

So this hatred was all self-inflicted?

"Of course," Dumbledore laughed, "Even without this prophecy, Voldemort wouldn’t have spared you, precisely for the reason I just mentioned."

"Perhaps I can’t understand such a thought process," Harry said somewhat speechlessly.

I thought it wasn’t raining, turns out Voldemort left me speechless.

"Alright." Dumbledore put away the Meditation Basin, then said to Harry, "In fact, it proves Sybil’s prophecy was quite accurate, you, Harry Potter, are indeed the best candidate to deal with Voldemort, and you’ve proven your ability more than once, Voldemort simply can’t defeat you; you’re the greatest threat to him, aren’t you?"

"That’s indeed the case," Harry said, touching his cheek, "But I’m actually quite curious, did Voldemort never consider, if the prophecy was correct, then even facing a baby, he would still face the possibility of being killed? Why didn’t he let a Death Eater handle it but chose to do it himself then?"

"Voldemort is absolutely arrogant, Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile, "That’s one of his flaws, arrogance—and arrogance is his smallest flaw."

"Alright." Harry nodded and said, "And my father—when he was called back after more than ten years and learned about this matter, that’s why he didn’t let you be the Secret Keeper for the Sword of Loyalty Spell, nor let Little Sirius do it, but chose Peter Pettigrew..."

"James was a fighter against the dark forces, despite his many shortcomings." Dumbledore nodded, concluding for James, "We cannot deny his contribution because of his flaws—of course, nor can we deny his flaws because of his contribution."

(Still need to accompany, sigh, watching life sick is too painful.)