I was expelled from Hogwarts?

After hearing Rove's inquiry, Dumbledore thought for a while and recalled:

"After Merope died, her body was buried in a nearby cemetery by the orphanage. I visited it once. It was a very small tomb with the words Merope Riddle written on it."

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at the boy with eyes that few things could escape his attention.

"Rove, why did you suddenly ask this question?"

"Because I just heard a prophecy from Professor Trelawney." Roff paused and continued:

"Her state is very different from usual, and it seems to be a real prophecy, which is why I came to you."

He quickly talked about the divination class. After listening to it, Dumbledore was a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and said:

"It seems that our divination professor finally remembered her job. Maybe I should give Sybil a little more salary. She complained to me for a long time..."

"Professor McGonagall may not agree with your decision." Rove joked: "Aren't you afraid that the two of them will quarrel?"

"It's okay, the two of them have been arguing for more than ten years." Dumbledore blinked, "It is sometimes interesting to watch two witches confront each other and fight each other."

Rove raised his eyebrows, wouldn't Dumbledore also be a master of fire in private, right?

You bad old man is very bad!

Dumbledore didn't know what the young man was thinking. After thinking for a while, he said softly:

"'He was destined to rise again, with the help of three women: one by life; one by death; one by love'—do you doubt that one of the women meant Merope?"

"That's right." From the corner of Rove's eyes, he looked at Merope on the bed, then at the sleeping baby, and said in a low voice:

"Merope Gaunt gave birth to Tom, which fits the description of 'one man is born'."

Voldemort used to use his father's bone as a medicine, and after old Tom's bone was stolen by Rove, he had no other choice, maybe he would use his fucking bone.

Tom, a loving father (mother) and a filial son, can do such a thing.

"But the orphanage and cemetery were demolished many years ago," said Dumbledore. "It is now a Muggle office building."

"Office building?" Rove hesitated for a moment, then asked slowly, "Where did the tomb go? It can't be buried underground, right?"

"I have inquired carefully about the nearby Muggles, and if there are relatives' graves, they will be removed by their relatives." Dumbledore explained:

"But those graves from the orphanage - no one claimed them - the Muggle government incinerated the bones together and eventually buried them at sea."

Rove was stunned. Voldemort's mother had been burned to ashes, sprinkled in the sea, and entered the stomach of a fish?

If this is the case, then the woman who "is born because of one person" naturally cannot refer to Merope Gaunt.

It can't be Mrs. Cole, the director of the orphanage, right?

Rove thought about it carefully, without much clue, and asked again: "Then who do you think 'one person died from' is talking about?"

"There are two ways to understand this sentence." Dumbledore said seriously:

"It could be 'a man died because of Tom' or 'a man was killed by Tom', if it was the former it would be too much, but if it was the latter..."

"You mean Harry's mother—Lily Potter?" Rove asked in surprise.

"Yes." Dumbledore said slowly: "Lily used an ancient magic back then. After sacrificing herself, she left a protective spell on Harry. The magic bounced back to Avada Kedavra and killed Tom. .”

"Tom said he died because of Harry, but he was actually killed by Lily."

"I remember Lily Potter's tomb, in Godric's Hollow," Rove said.

"That's right." Dumbledore looked at the swirling smoke rising from the brazier, and said in a deep voice:

"I will immediately send wizards to Godric's Hollow to protect their bones. As for one person because of love... Tom will not love anyone."

"That means others love him." Rove murmured.

Who could love Tom but his mother?

Most of those fanatical Death Eaters are respectful and fearful, but there is no love, and Nagini, who has turned into a snake, is in Newt's box.

Wait... Rove suddenly thought of Bellatrix Lestrange.

She seemed to have a freak love for Voldemort, even though she was married.

But, Bellatrix is ​​still in Azkaban!

Rove rubbed the space between his brows, the existing information made it really difficult for him to pinpoint the suspect.

Seeing the boy frowning tightly, Dumbledore reminded:

"Rove, don't take this prophecy too seriously. The prophecy is like a poorly trained stupid mule. It seems to work, but you can't fully trust it. It will fall off the chain at critical moments."

"What do you mean?" Luo Fu wondered.

"From different perspectives, the prophecy will have different interpretations, but only the day when the truth comes out, can we know which interpretation is correct." Dumbledore said warmly:

"Before that, all explanations are just guesses, and wrong guesses will lead you astray."

"Even if you care too much about the prophecy, chasing the prophecy and trying to prevent it from happening may actually promote the prophecy."

"We can take the prophecy as a warning, but we can't take it as everything, understand?"

Rove hummed lightly and said, "I see, Professor."

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Rove understood what Dumbledore meant, and sometimes being too obsessed with prophecy was not a good thing.

Just like Voldemort back then, after hearing Trelawney's prophecy, he acted according to the prophecy, but instead marked Harry and made his most terrible enemy himself.

If Voldemort hadn't heard the prophecy, or ignored it, he wouldn't have been rebounded by his own Avada at all.

Therefore, prophecy is a double-edged sword, which can be used as a precaution, but it cannot be completely used as a guide to action.

Compared with finding ways to unravel the three women in the prophecy, it is indeed more important to turn Voldemort into a polished commander now.

Of course, Sirius is performing this task perfectly.

Although he didn't get dementors from Fudge, he got a group of magical creatures to be put to death from the committee for dealing with dangerous animals.

This group of magical creatures is extremely dangerous. There are mountain wolves infected with rabies, hidden monsters that killed more than a dozen wizards, and vampires who like to bite people everywhere...

Putting them into the arena, no matter whoever dies, the Death Eaters or the group of magical creatures, is really a win.

In the evening of the fifth day, Narcissa and her son Draco waited outside the arena early.

Narcissa also thoughtfully brought Lucius' favorite caviar, honey pulled pork sandwiches, and a bottle of 1982 Penfolds Grange wine.

The two of them waited for a long time, and the sun was almost setting, before Goyle and Crabbe limped out carrying the stretcher.

Draco saw Lucius at a glance, his face covered with blood, lying motionless on the stretcher, with teary eyes, he threw himself on the stretcher, wailing:

"Father, you died so badly. When I grow up, I will avenge you. You wait for me..."

Both Goyle and Crabbe were seriously injured, and now there was another Draco lying on the stretcher. The two of them couldn't hold on, and when they let go, the stretcher fell to the ground.

"Oh, my waist...is broken!"

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