It was really terrible, it was really troublesome.
As long as Harry’s Horcrux existed, Voldemort would never die.
Evan had intended to find a way to remove or destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux in Harry’s body without harming him.
But up to now, his research in this area had not made any progress.
He had pinned his hopes on the Secret Treasure left by the Four Founders. Obviously, Evan was making the wrong bet here.
Finding the Secret Treasure turned out to be far more complicated and troublesome than dealing with Voldemort himself.
Whatever the Four Founders had left in it, he couldn’t count on using it against Voldemort.
As for what was revealed of the secret treasure’s quest, it was completely beyond Evan’s imagination.
Now, thinking about it, he was naive enough to think that the Four Founders were really worried about the state of Hogwarts a thousand years later, and left behind some weapon to deal with Voldemort, a descendant of Slytherin.
Now it seemed that it was far from that simple, and it was likely that the four of them had planned it for a long time.
There was a prophecy, and some ancient spell connected to this, ones that existed since the age of ancient warlocks.
Evan shook his head, and since he couldn’t find a way to destroy the Horcrux in Harry’s body, everything went back to square one.
Now with the powerful help and the statue of the evil god Voldemort got, there was no point in continuing to delay.
Continuing with the previous plan would even make things worse, and he had to make new plans as soon as possible.
It seemed to be a good choice to let the Triwizard Tournament develop according to the established plot.
Voldemort wanted to return, he would definitely choose that spell, the one using the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies to resurrect.
Not surprisingly, there was no doubt that he would insist on getting Harry’s blood to complete the spell; Voldemort’s pride made Harry his only choice.
Evan knew that, and so did Dumbledore.
When Harry’s blood was integrated into Voldemort’s body, the blood curse cast by Harry’s mother was cracked to some extent.
But the spell was very powerful; it was still protecting Harry.
This was reflected by the fact that as long as there was a place where Harry’s family existed, he could not be hurt by Voldemort.
Another thing was that, as long as his body was merged with Harry’s blood, Voldemort could never truly kill him.
If Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, he could only destroy his own Horcrux in Harry’s body.
Dumbledore’s double insurance was to hand over the Elder wand to Harry, making him the real master over it.
The Elder wand would not kill its master, which in turn involved profound magic in wand science.
Dumbledore would lure Voldemort into knowing the secret of the Deathly Hallows and make him think he had acquired the Elder wand.
But he would not get anything, and would end up with only shame and death.
Evan sighed. It seemed to be the only option until there would be a better way, to bring Voldemort back to life with Harry’s blood and, at the last minute, let him kill Harry himself.
Only then could they completely destroy Voldemort who would think he was victorious.
This sounded crazy enough, but it was indeed Dumbledore’s plan.
For him, this did not seem to be a problem.
In Dumbledore’s life, lies and secrets coexisted. He knew the meaning of life and could choose death at the critical moment. Even his own life could be abandoned at any time, for the greater good…
This was the main reason why Evan had always felt that Dumbledore was terrifying. He told himself that he could not do this no matter what.
In the eyes of ordinary people, each of these talented wizards was a madman.
Dumbledore had talked to Evan about this very implicitly before, asking him to be mentally prepared.
Voldemort was handed over to Harry and Evan was responsible of the other enemies, especially those evil gods. He had a feeling that destroying Voldemort would no longer be the end, but probably just the beginning.
Of course, judging by the current situation, these were all very distant things.
What needed to be decided now was that the Triwizard Tournament must be developed in accordance with the established plot, and Evan should also participate in it.
Only in this way could he ensure that no accidents would occur and he would make correct judgments in time.
With this in mind, Evan became determined to place his name in the Goblet of Fire.
As for Hogwarts’ original warrior, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, Evan had no guilt at all about replacing him.
Diggory was strong, but only within the normal range of young wizards.
He still lacked the correct mindset, and in the face of a real Dark wizard, he might not have the ability to fight back. In the original book, he was easily killed by Peter Pettigrew.
“Yes! I should take his place and save his life.”
Evan made up his mind to prepare for the competition while Harry and Ron were still pestering Sirius.
They hoped he could tell them what big projects Hogwarts would host.
Sirius did not say anything, but the topic was gradually noticed in the World Cup finals.
They continued to move forward, not to fetch water from the center of the camp, as others did, but turned towards a direction outside the camp.
“Hold on, is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?” Ron said suddenly.
It wasn’t just Ron’s eyes. Evan also saw a green ocean before him! They had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, oddly shaped hillocks had sprouted out of the earth.
Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open.
Then, from behind them, they heard their names: “Professor Black, Evan, Harry, Ron!”
Looking back, they saw that it was Seamus Finnigan, their fellow fourth year Gryffindor like Harry and Ron.
He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best friend Dean Thomas, who also smiled and called them.
Evan’s only impression of Seamus seemed to be that he was exceptionally talented with explosions
Whether it was Snape’s Potions class or Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, or even in Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration class, he had acquired a brilliant record. That was to use his magic to explode his wand or a cauldron.
This alone was not something that an average person could do.
Even if doing it deliberately, it was very difficult to accomplish his record.
Evan’s “Hogwarts Magic Newspaper” once had a special report on this matter. According to incomplete statistics, the frequency of explosions caused by Seamus was steadily maintained at three times a week, which was, in a sense, amazing!
If Neville hadn’t performed worse every time, the title of cauldron killer would have definitely belonged to Seamus.
It was really terrible, it was really troublesome.
As long as Harry’s Horcrux existed, Voldemort would never die.
Evan had intended to find a way to remove or destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux in Harry’s body without harming him.
But up to now, his research in this area had not made any progress.
He had pinned his hopes on the Secret Treasure left by the Four Founders. Obviously, Evan was making the wrong bet here.
Finding the Secret Treasure turned out to be far more complicated and troublesome than dealing with Voldemort himself.
Whatever the Four Founders had left in it, he couldn’t count on using it against Voldemort.
As for what was revealed of the secret treasure’s quest, it was completely beyond Evan’s imagination.
Now, thinking about it, he was naive enough to think that the Four Founders were really worried about the state of Hogwarts a thousand years later, and left behind some weapon to deal with Voldemort, a descendant of Slytherin.
Now it seemed that it was far from that simple, and it was likely that the four of them had planned it for a long time.
There was a prophecy, and some ancient spell connected to this, ones that existed since the age of ancient warlocks.
Evan shook his head, and since he couldn’t find a way to destroy the Horcrux in Harry’s body, everything went back to square one.
Now with the powerful help and the statue of the evil god Voldemort got, there was no point in continuing to delay.
Continuing with the previous plan would even make things worse, and he had to make new plans as soon as possible.
It seemed to be a good choice to let the Triwizard Tournament develop according to the established plot.
Voldemort wanted to return, he would definitely choose that spell, the one using the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies to resurrect.
Not surprisingly, there was no doubt that he would insist on getting Harry’s blood to complete the spell; Voldemort’s pride made Harry his only choice.
Evan knew that, and so did Dumbledore.
When Harry’s blood was integrated into Voldemort’s body, the blood curse cast by Harry’s mother was cracked to some extent.
But the spell was very powerful; it was still protecting Harry.
This was reflected by the fact that as long as there was a place where Harry’s family existed, he could not be hurt by Voldemort.
Another thing was that, as long as his body was merged with Harry’s blood, Voldemort could never truly kill him.
If Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, he could only destroy his own Horcrux in Harry’s body.
Dumbledore’s double insurance was to hand over the Elder wand to Harry, making him the real master over it.
The Elder wand would not kill its master, which in turn involved profound magic in wand science.
Dumbledore would lure Voldemort into knowing the secret of the Deathly Hallows and make him think he had acquired the Elder wand.
But he would not get anything, and would end up with only shame and death.
Evan sighed. It seemed to be the only option until there would be a better way, to bring Voldemort back to life with Harry’s blood and, at the last minute, let him kill Harry himself.
Only then could they completely destroy Voldemort who would think he was victorious.
This sounded crazy enough, but it was indeed Dumbledore’s plan.
For him, this did not seem to be a problem.
In Dumbledore’s life, lies and secrets coexisted. He knew the meaning of life and could choose death at the critical moment. Even his own life could be abandoned at any time, for the greater good…
This was the main reason why Evan had always felt that Dumbledore was terrifying. He told himself that he could not do this no matter what.
In the eyes of ordinary people, each of these talented wizards was a madman.
Dumbledore had talked to Evan about this very implicitly before, asking him to be mentally prepared.
Voldemort was handed over to Harry and Evan was responsible of the other enemies, especially those evil gods. He had a feeling that destroying Voldemort would no longer be the end, but probably just the beginning.
Of course, judging by the current situation, these were all very distant things.
What needed to be decided now was that the Triwizard Tournament must be developed in accordance with the established plot, and Evan should also participate in it.
Only in this way could he ensure that no accidents would occur and he would make correct judgments in time.
With this in mind, Evan became determined to place his name in the Goblet of Fire.
As for Hogwarts’ original warrior, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, Evan had no guilt at all about replacing him.
Diggory was strong, but only within the normal range of young wizards.
He still lacked the correct mindset, and in the face of a real Dark wizard, he might not have the ability to fight back. In the original book, he was easily killed by Peter Pettigrew.
“Yes! I should take his place and save his life.”
Evan made up his mind to prepare for the competition while Harry and Ron were still pestering Sirius.
They hoped he could tell them what big projects Hogwarts would host.
Sirius did not say anything, but the topic was gradually noticed in the World Cup finals.
They continued to move forward, not to fetch water from the center of the camp, as others did, but turned towards a direction outside the camp.
“Hold on, is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?” Ron said suddenly.
It wasn’t just Ron’s eyes. Evan also saw a green ocean before him! They had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, oddly shaped hillocks had sprouted out of the earth.
Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open.
Then, from behind them, they heard their names: “Professor Black, Evan, Harry, Ron!”
Looking back, they saw that it was Seamus Finnigan, their fellow fourth year Gryffindor like Harry and Ron.
He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best friend Dean Thomas, who also smiled and called them.
Evan’s only impression of Seamus seemed to be that he was exceptionally talented with explosions
Whether it was Snape’s Potions class or Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, or even in Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration class, he had acquired a brilliant record. That was to use his magic to explode his wand or a cauldron.
This alone was not something that an average person could do.
Even if doing it deliberately, it was very difficult to accomplish his record.
Evan’s “Hogwarts Magic Newspaper” once had a special report on this matter. According to incomplete statistics, the frequency of explosions caused by Seamus was steadily maintained at three times a week, which was, in a sense, amazing!
If Neville hadn’t performed worse every time, the title of cauldron killer would have definitely belonged to Seamus.
