When Jon was looking at the memories of the Black Wizard extracted by Helga in the Demonic Immortal Castle, he had seen such a scene.
Professor Quirrell, who had a bandana wrapped around his head, was arguing with some people.
At the end of the scene, Jon could faintly see Quirrell saying something.
Helga said, Quirrell said, Voldemort, his master, is the savior of this world.
Jon did not like this sentence.
Or rather, he really did not like the word 'savior'.
In his' memories', even Harry was only known as a savior. Even Dumbledore did not use this word to pressure Harry.
Savior – this was actually a very ironic word.
Because for different people, the definition of a savior was different.
Harry Potter was the savior who defeated Voldemort. As for Voldemort himself, wasn't he the savior of the Black Wizard who had been suppressed by the White Wizard for hundreds of years?
It was just that one was the majority while the other was the minority.
Winner takes all, loser takes all. There was no logic in this. Voldemort was defeated, so Harry Potter was pushed to the altar. Even if there was no Harry Potter, someone else would appear.
The world that the Black Wizard wanted was indeed not bad for the pure-blooded Wizards. However, if the original world had to be destroyed because of the arrival of a better world, and the Wizards who were destined to benefit decided who should be sacrificed for the sake of this new world, then what was the point of that better world existing?
If they could not even protect a world that was not good enough and this world was riddled with holes, then how could they have the face to talk about a new world?
A new world was fundamentally different from a new world.
Those who wanted a new world had never asked those who lived in the original world if they wanted this new world.
Therefore, those who call themselves saviors will be nailed to death on the cross.
"Choosing Harry Potter is actually a bit selfish of me."
Jon gazed at the huge rock in the distance. "Harry Potter is actually no different from other little Wizard. When you told me about this idea, I've been thinking about where you should start writing your work."
"Hogwarts, you gave me the answer."
Joanne also looked at the rock. "But I think this answer is very good. At least in this magic world, there's probably no better place to represent all the Wizards than the magic school."
The two of them didn't speak loudly. The deck was spacious, and all their voices would be blown away by the wind, so they didn't have to worry about being heard by others.
"Of course. After all, every Wizard has to go through a period of Hogwarts learning."
Jon said calmly, "And Harry Potter is destined to be different."
Perhaps this had been destined since 11 years ago. When the famous Dark Lord was defeated by a child, this child would naturally be sent to the altar by the Wizard who didn't know the truth.
Not because of anything else, but because the Wizard needed emotional sustenance. They lived in ancient and outdated doctrines and were used to a life of being ruled by others. At the very least, they needed a leader.
This leader could be anyone. In the past and now, it had always been Dumbledore — that god-like man. But Dumbledore would die, so in order not to accept Voldemort's brutal rule, or to be eliminated by Voldemort, they would naturally grab onto Harry, who was like a life-saving straw.
Of course, only the British Wizard would think this way.
After all, even if Voldemort really started a war, he wouldn't be able to make any waves.
Britain wasn't the only country in the world shrouded in mystery.
"He's different because he and Voldemort have interacted. This is the beginning of the whole story. We'll talk about this in detail later."
Jon turned his head and looked at Joanne's red ears. He raised his head.
"Go back and put on some clothes. It's cold here at night."
…
The beach was cold at night.
Mr. Dursley stood and pointed at a huge rock in the sea. On the rock, there was a pitifully small wooden house.
"The weather forecast said there would be a storm tonight!"
He clapped his hands happily. "And this gentleman kindly agreed to lend us the boat!"
Harry was not happy at all.
It was very cold on the boat, and his thoughts were unprecedentedly smooth.
His aunt's family must have come so far because of him. And judging by how nervous his aunt was, this matter must be very serious.
It must be very serious for them.
What was there that was worth guarding against?
It was so simple to give him the letter, but they had to come so far.
The cold waves of the sea ran down Harry's neck with rainwater, and the biting wind slapped his face. After what seemed a long time they came to the rock, and Mr. Dursley led the family towards the ramshackle hut, half crawling.
There was a strong smell of seaweed in the room, and the cold wind outside was blowing in through the gaps in the wooden walls. The fireplace was also wet, but there was nothing inside.
And the food Mr. Dursley had brought was only a packet of chips and four bananas for each of them.
It was so cold that Mr. Dursley could not make a fire even if he wanted to.
But he was in a good mood. Harry could see that he didn't think anyone would come to deliver the letter in such a stormy weather — Harry thought so, too, but it didn't make him happy at all.
…
Night fell.
Chown was still standing on the side of the ship. The strong wind and the dark clouds pressed down heavily, but they could not move his hair.
He was practicing his magic.
[Single Target Defense Spell — Moving Fortress]. Even the fierce wind couldn't disturb the air around him. The magic barrier blocked all external interference.
"Let me in."
Joanne came out of the cabin and gathered her clothes. Jon responded and expanded the protection for her. It was a little laborious for him, because the change from single target to group spell consumed more than double the magic.
"Is Ranke asleep?"
Joanne nodded and whispered, "I put the paper you gave me under his pillow. He's dead asleep. What are you going to do to him?"
"Just a little application of memory magic, nothing. I'm going to let him protect you after I leave. He has to stay in China to deal with the company here anyway. It shouldn't be inconvenient for you to live together, right?" Jon described his idea and then asked, "You don't think it's inconvenient, do you?"
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