A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 565 Who Chooses Destiny

Yumi, who claims to be the master of the two-legged beasts, is very dissatisfied with the strange red bird in front of him. At this moment, he is staring at the other party angrily, vowing to take back his exclusive territory - the sofa!
"Meow~" Yumi growled, arched his back, and his fluffy hair stood up, trying to make himself look more majestic.

It narrowed its emerald eyes and warned in its most intimidating voice: "This is my territory, you uninvited guest!"

The phoenix turned its head to glance at the kitten, then turned its head gracefully and continued to comb its feathers that were as bright as flames.

How could Yumi let it go after being looked down upon by the other party?

It lowered its body, its round eyes fixed on the Phoenix's slender neck, its hind legs trembling slightly, like a bow ready to shoot a fatal blow at any time.

Suddenly, whoosh!
Yuumi instantly activated her skill: moving at high speed, swooping out like an arrow from a bow, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air. She confidently stretched out her claws, but missed.

Clang clang~ (I’m here.) The clear chirping of the phoenix seemed to be laughing at it.

Yumi turned around suddenly and saw that the hateful red bird had come to the other side of the sofa without her noticing. What was even more hateful was that it was standing on her soft pillow.

It immediately lowered its body and kicked hard with its hind legs, leaving several deep holes in the sofa.

Clang~ (Wrong again.)
……

The cat and the bird were having a great time playing on the sofa. Yuumi was jumping up and down, rushing left and right, while Phoenix was taking his time and always disappeared suddenly at the last moment.

Finally, exhausted, Yumi fell on the sofa, whimpering. It hugged a soft pillow and kicked its hind legs non-stop, as if to vent all its frustration.

clang clang?

Phoenix teased Yuumi several times, but Yuumi did not respond. The kitten had completely given up, and only wanted to protect its own territory, so it could not have any bad intentions.

Moreover, Yumi was keenly aware that the red bird in front of him was completely different from the stupid owl at home. The other party seemed to have the ability to travel through space, and it could never catch it.

"You two seem to be having a lot of fun." Jessica smiled with relief when she saw that they could get along harmoniously.

Outside the window, the night was gradually fading away, and the sky was a gray-blue between night and dawn. Jessica looked around, but didn't see her son. She thought he might have gone to catch up on his sleep, so she didn't call him.

She leaned over and held the exhausted Yumi in her arms, and the kitten curled up comfortably in her warm arms.

Then, she sprinkled a handful of light and shadow powder and prepared to watch the information released by the Ministry of Magic.

Compared to traditional owl letters and magic newspapers, the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror greatly speeds up the spread of information. In just half a year, many families have developed the habit of watching the mirror every day.

However, when the first voice came out of the magic mirror, Jessica's heart sank.

"...Amelia is a fool..."

This chilling voice did not belong to any Ministry employee. It was followed by a creepy hissing sound, like the whisper of some venomous snake.

Jessica raised her head, frowning, her face gloomy. The owner of this voice was none other than the Dark Lord who appeared in the mirror.

He was suspended in a vast snowy field, and beneath his feet was the stolen 9th floor of the Ministry of Magic - the Department of Mysteries.

The huge building contrasted sharply with the surrounding ice and snow, like an abrupt black fortress.

"You use such an excellent communication tool to publish boring texts." Voldemort's tone was full of contempt and disdain.

He waved his wand, and several figures suddenly appeared on the snow.

Sirius, the Longbottom couple and other missing persons were forced to kneel on the ground. Despite being at a disadvantage, they still looked up and glared at Voldemort, with unyielding fire burning in their eyes.

"Crucio!" Voldemort whispered coldly. He really didn't like the looks in these people's eyes.

In an instant, several green magic lights shuttled through the members of the Order of the Phoenix like poisonous snakes. Sirius and others were instantly engulfed by severe pain, and their bodies twitched uncontrollably.

They clenched their teeth, trying not to let out screams of pain, but broken groans still came out from time to time.

Voldemort smiled morbidly, as if he were enjoying a carefully choreographed concert.

Suddenly, he flew towards the dragon crystal mirror like a flash of black lightning. His pale, bony hands tightly grasped the mirror frame, and his sickly face almost popped out of the mirror.

Jessica was startled, thinking that Voldemort was going to rush out of the mirror. Her hands tightened unconsciously, squeezing Yumi in her arms until she couldn't breathe.

"Harry Potter," he hissed, "Want to save them? Come here alone, you know where I am!"

The image and sound in the mirror suddenly disappeared, but fear kept drilling out through the mirror. The entire magic world, just like the atmosphere in the room at this moment, fell into a suffocating silence.

Roger stood at the door and saw everything that happened in the mirror.

"Rogge?" Suddenly, an urgent voice came from the burning fireplace, breaking the silence in the room.

An anxious face appeared from the Floo Network. It was the Minister of Magic, Amelia. "Mrs. Jessica, is your son Roger here?"

Jessica finally woke up from her dream, and just as she was about to respond, she saw her son coming over.

"Minister, what happened to the live broadcast just now? Why did the magic mirror..."

"The Dragonglass Mirror was stolen by the Death Eaters." Amelia sighed and briefly introduced: "Not only that, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures also lost a batch of extremely dangerous magical creatures. They are all level 5X."

"We are looking for Harry Potter, but he is not at Black Manor. Roger, can you locate the Dragon Crystal Mirror?"

Roger frowned and shook his head slowly. "The magic mirror is just a normal magic prop, just like the Golden Snitch. The maker has no idea who will get it."

"Well, it seems we have to try Dumbledore." Amelia said, and seemed to be withdrawing from the Floo Network.

Roger quickly asked: "Is the principal's health... Is he okay?"

Amelia stopped moving, her expression becoming more serious. "Albus was attacked by magic because of the explosion of his wand." "The doctors at St. Mungo's are actively treating him, but he has been unable to cast spells in the past few days."

"Is it that serious?" Roger took a deep breath, and his heart was alarmed. His brain was working rapidly, and a terrible thought emerged: "Voldemort is so brazen in open provocation, could he know about this?"

In the entire wizarding world, apart from Dumbledore, there is no wizard who can restrain Voldemort. If the prophesied Harry Potter is killed, Voldemort will seem to have won.

After Amelia's head disappeared from the fireplace, the room fell silent again. Roger slowly sat on the sofa, his eyes unfocused, thinking deeply.

Yumi jumped out of Jessica's arms and onto his knees. It snored and curled up, as if to prove its family throne to Phoenix.

At this time, Roger's thoughts have drifted to the prophecy ball in the Department of Mysteries. If I remember correctly, only the person mentioned in the prophecy can get it.

Perhaps there are variables in Harry and Neville's identities as "Children of Prophecy", but one thing is certain: Voldemort is definitely the unchanging key figure in the prophecy.

In other words, the other party stole the Department of Mysteries in order to obtain the prophecy ball and learn the full content of the prophecy.

Roger could not help but whisper, "The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching. Born into a family that has thrice resisted him, born at the end of July."

Hearing her son's mumbling, Jessica gently shook his shoulders, her eyes full of worry: "Rogge, what's wrong? What did you just read?"

"A prophecy about the Dark Lord." Roger looked up at his mother and sighed deeply.

He thought for a moment, then told the prophecy in full: "The Dark Lord will mark him as his greatest rival, but he will have powers unknown to the Dark Lord. One of them will die at the hands of the other, for both cannot live but one. The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July."

"Where...where did this come from?"

"I can't say, but the reason why Voldemort disappeared was because he was attacked by the child in the prophecy."

"The spell that Lily Potter cast on Harry verified part of the prophecy." Jessica thought of something and asked hurriedly, "So, this is why he has been chasing Harry?"

"Yes, that prophecy led to his death." Roger nodded and continued, "He got the first half of the prophecy at that time. The child born in late July could fight against him."

"July 1980, 7..." Jessica murmured softly, lost in thought.

After a long while, she finally spoke: "Prophecy is the most elusive thing in magic, and it is also something that is destined to become reality. No wonder he rushed into Godric's Hollow that year..."

"Alas, the prophecy has come true." There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "I understand, he wants to destroy the prophecy."

Rogge shook his head slightly, with a wry smile on his face: "In fact, no matter who dies between the two of them, it is part of the prophecy."

He expressed his understanding of the prophecy, "I once investigated the wizards who entered school at the same time as me, and found that Neville and Harry were born on the same day of the same month of the same year, both in late July."

Jessica's eyes widened in surprise, "You mean, Neville could also be the child in the prophecy? There are two children in the wizarding world?"

"That's right. And compared to the Potters who are hiding in Godric's Hollow, Neville's parents have been on the front line against Voldemort."

Roger continued his analysis: "The most important thing in the prophecy is Voldemort himself and the choices he made."

"His choice?" Jessica's eyes were full of confusion. "You mean that Voldemort chose Harry, which determined the entire prophecy. The Longbottoms..."

She paused, as if recalling some unpleasant experience: "Although they are members of the Order of the Phoenix, they can't even deal with Bella."

"But how could Lily know in advance that her son would be chosen by the Dark Lord?" She shook her head slightly, disagreeing with her son's point of view: "The ancient magic that protected Harry is very mysterious. Even with the background of a pure-blood family, there is no similar magic."

"In fact, no one in the wizarding world knows what spell she used at the time. If the Dark Lord had chosen Neville, wouldn't that mean..."

When Roger heard his mother's words, he suddenly realized a possibility and his face suddenly became solemn. His thoughts had been focused on Harry before, but now he realized that Voldemort had two choices at that time.

The room fell silent, with only the gentle crackle of the fire in the fireplace to tell, and both mother and son realized that they were standing on the brink of uncovering a huge mystery that could completely change their understanding of the entire prophecy.

A question arose in his mind: What on earth caused Voldemort to rush into Godric's Hollow regardless of everything after learning the prophecy? It was as if he was sure that Harry was the child in the prophecy.

"Turn two into one." Roger muttered to himself, thinking of his teacher Snape, "Yes, the prophecy was leaked. But who gave him the option?"

If Voldemort only knew that Harry was born in late July, then he had one and only one option.

Roger's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Voldemort seems to have the power to choose his opponents. But in fact, his right to choose has long been taken away. Someone deliberately sent Harry to him."

A name came to Roger's mind, and he almost couldn't help whispering: "Albus~"

"Well, what's wrong?" Jessica looked at him curiously, not hearing clearly what her son had just mumbled.

"Oh, nothing." Roger shook his head quickly. He finally understood why Voldemort wanted to get the prophecy.

In the first half, he only knows that the child born in late July can fight against him. But in the second half, he will find that he can choose who is that child.

"Harry and Neville are not static. Perhaps in first year, he discovered through Quirrell that both were born in late July, and thus began to have doubts."

Although Voldemort's temperament became unpredictable due to the split of his soul, Roger never doubted his intelligence. After all, Voldemort's big bald head had proved to the world that he was an extremely smart person.

"After he steals the Department of Mysteries, he will surely be able to get the prophecy ball and learn the second half of the prophecy...wait, does he really need to kill Harry Potter?"

Roger stood up suddenly and thought of another possibility: "Voldemort has always had the right to choose the Child of Prophecy. He just didn't know it before."

"In that case, he can just re-mark and let Neville replace the previous Harry. Kill Neville first, then kill Harry..."

If he were Voldemort, he would definitely take this safer approach. But considering Voldemort's character and incomplete soul, perhaps he would bite the bullet and stay with Harry until his death.

"Or will he adopt a double trick? On the surface, he will confront Harry, but secretly he will capture Neville?" Roger felt that he had grasped some clues. "Dumbledore, can he really not cast spells?"

(End of this chapter)