days at Hogwarts

Chapter 712 The principal is a weird old man
Loren came to the square table in the dormitory and sat down, pouring himself a glass of water. "It is because Voldemort learned the content of the prophecy, believed the prophecy, and took actions according to Professor Trelawney's prophecy that your fate and soul are entangled."

"..."

Harry sat down next to him and listened attentively.

"The prophecy has caused these things to happen to a certain extent, but it does not mean that everything is predetermined. This world is not a story with a predetermined ending."

Loren took a sip of the water in the teacup. "Thinking back on everything you've been through, try to imagine that if Voldemort hadn't killed your father, would you have developed such deep hatred? If he hadn't forced your mother, would he have been destroyed by his own killing curse and thus fallen?"

"Doesn't this just prove the prophecy? It means the ending of the story has already been written."

Harry frowned and couldn't help asking, "Even if there was no prophecy to guide it, these things could still happen in other ways. At that time, the Death Eaters were hunting down members of the Order of the Phoenix, and my mother was a Muggle-born. On the other hand, Wormtail had already joined the Death Eaters. All signs were pointing to that ending."

"Then have you ever thought that the boy who was born in late July, the family that escaped Voldemort three times, Voldemort's destined enemy, the savior, the child of prophecy, was never you." Loren said calmly and slowly, "Neville's birthday is only one day earlier than yours, and the Longbottoms have also escaped his clutches three times."

Harry turned to look at his reliable roommate who was trying to calm down the dispute in front of the mirror.

Loren continued to guide his thoughts, whispering, "Have you ever thought about this? If Voldemort hadn't thought of you after hearing the prophecy, and hadn't attacked the Potter family, would everything have had a different ending? You would have become an ordinary student with average grades and good at Quidditch. Your fate might have been affected by Voldemort, but your soul would not be entangled with the Dark Lord, just like... Neville now."

Harry's eyes widened instantly, his mind in a mess.

Loren held the clear water and felt that it tasted too bland. He wanted to add some tea leaves or sugar, but he didn't want to brush his teeth again, so he had to give up.

A few minutes later, Harry finally came to his senses and asked slowly, "Even if the ending is not predetermined, I still have to kill Voldemort, even at the cost of... my life."

The last word was spoken softly, but Loren still heard it. He vaguely realized why Harry had been so depressed the past few days. "Of course Voldemort should be completely eliminated. Not only you, but also the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, and even some Death Eaters. No wizard can tolerate such a cruel and powerful dark wizard. All wizards who want to live a stable life must kill Voldemort. Not because of the prophecy, but more because of hatred and the yearning for a peaceful life."

"But..." Harry touched the scar on his forehead and saw Loren's calm expression. He suddenly realized, "You know this, right? I am also Voldemort's Horcrux, another living Horcrux."

Loren shrugged. "Although I didn't use Legilimency, your eyes and expression have revealed your thoughts. Forget those tragic adventure stories of warriors, Harry, think carefully, does Dumbledore look like the kind of conspirator who is willing to sacrifice others to achieve his goals?"

"Uh..." Harry thought seriously for a few seconds and muttered softly, "I think, sometimes, maybe, maybe..."

"I'll tell Dumbledore."

Harry immediately shut his mouth, but his expression relaxed and his mood was no longer so heavy.

He vaguely realized that he seemed a little impulsive last time and ran out of the office without listening to the principal's words.

"But...what about living Horcruxes?"

"Do you mean your scar, or another actual living Horcrux?"

"Both." "I have some idea about the scar and soul fragment, but it's a bit difficult to explain. You can ask Dumbledore yourself when you have time. As for the other living Horcrux, Dumbledore claimed that he traveled around the world looking for it after retirement. I don't know what you think, but Hermione and I don't believe it. We guess he may have set a trap to lure Voldemort to reveal himself."

"Voluntarily expose yourself?" Harry blinked his eyes in confusion.

"The other Horcruxes have been destroyed, and Voldemort's soul has been torn to its limit. He can no longer make Horcruxes. Given his fear of death and lack of security, he may be anxious and suspicious. Excessive tension will reveal flaws, such as repeatedly confirming whether the Horcruxes are safe enough to hide... similar behaviors." Loren paused for a moment, "Oh, Harry, you are right. It sounds like Dumbledore is indeed a conspirator."

"..."

In fact, you two also have the potential to be conspirators.

Harry remained silent, his eyes flickering, his mood very complicated at the moment.

"Ha~"

Loren yawned, drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and walked towards the bed in his slippers.

The dispute in front of the mirror has subsided, and the two people take turns looking in the mirror to collect dream material.

It was Ron's turn to stand in front of the mirror. He squinted his eyes and observed for a moment, then tilted his head and muttered, "I'm already the captain of the Quidditch team, and there's only one final left this school year against Ravenclaw. Unless there are any accidents, the Quidditch trophy will definitely be ours.

"What kind of desire is this... Well, as the captain of the team, I still have some desire to win the championship."

"..."

As Simo listened to his mutterings, he didn't know why, but he felt that the Mirror of Erised wasn't so attractive anymore.

Loren lay on the bed ready to fall asleep, Harry sat in a chair thinking about life, Neville changed into pajamas and started to wash up, no one spoke, and the spacious dormitory gradually became quiet. Seeing that the roommates were all ready to go to bed, Ron and Seamus didn't miss the mirror, and found some curtains to cover the frame to cover the overly large mirror.

When the candles went out, the five people in the dormitory were lying on their beds, and the night sky, like a lake, flowed in through the windows.

Harry took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table. He pressed a depression into the pillow and placed his head on it. He closed his eyes and let his chaotic thoughts surge. Recalling the conversation tonight, he turned over and made a "hissing" sound at his roommate in the next bed:
"Loren, Loren, do you think you are a bit like Dumbledore?"

"Me? Dumbledore?"

Although the principal is resourceful and powerful, he is also a weird old man.

Thinking of the principal's strange behavior and crazy words, Loren quickly turned over, trying to get rid of the images and sounds from his head.

If you think about these things before going to bed, you won’t have nightmares at night, right?

(End of this chapter)