Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Prophecy about the Savior

Could it be because James Porter went easy on the slick, loser?

Lane thought it was unlikely. From Snape's account, it was clear that the two were not rivals who respected each other, but rather mortal enemies who would shout "perfect" after the other died.

"Oh, Lane, James and Lily all possessed extraordinary courage, which enabled them to confront Voldemort directly," Dumbledore said. "Moreover, there were many wizards at the time willing to fight Voldemort, and they all maintained contact with the Order of the Phoenix."

Ryan understood.

Their extraordinary courage means that James and Lily's magical skills are average, and their combat abilities are probably only equivalent to those of a regular Auror in the Ministry of Magic.

Many wizards who were willing to fight Voldemort said they were righteously ganging up on him.

Maintaining contact with the Order of the Phoenix means that Dumbledore arrived shortly after they had held out against Voldemort.

"I see, that makes sense." Ryan nodded.

"I thought you would ask about the prophecy and Harry." Dumbledore didn't ask Ryan what he thought was reasonable, and started talking about Harry.

"The prophecy has already made it clear: Harry is the child who will defeat Voldemort. Isn't that why the wizarding world has enjoyed peace for the past decade or so?"

"That's the problem, Lane. There are two children who truly fit the prophecy," Dumbledore said softly, looking quite perplexed. "The other child is Neville Longbottom."

"Headmaster, it's quite obvious that 'the Dark Lord will consider him his formidable rival,' and Voldemort chose Harry as his opponent because he probably felt Neville didn't meet his requirements."

Ryan spread his hands and said, "There can't be two saviors, can there?"

Dumbledore spoke slowly, as if deep in thought: "Voldemort may have chosen his opponents based on their own origins. You may not know, but Voldemort himself was a half-blood, as was Harry. But Neville was a pure-blood wizard."

"The information I've gathered over the years is that Voldemort's mother came from an ancient family, while his father was just a Muggle."

The fact that the leader of the Death Eaters, who preached pure-blood supremacy, was actually a half-blood is a terrible joke. This is the first time Ryan has heard of this. All he can say is that Voldemort's mind is extremely twisted.

He said, "Putting aside the issue of half-bloods and pure-bloods, I genuinely don't see what kind of power Harry possesses that Voldemort was unaware of. And, on that night, how did the Potters manage to make Voldemort disappear for so many years?"

"It's love, Ryan. That's the magic of love."

"Headmaster, to be honest, before that night when I explored the Forbidden Forest with you and Professor Flitwick, I would have believed that." Ryan curled his lip. A wizard whose triple spells failed to work was definitely not someone who could be defeated by the word 'love'.

To be more precise, if 'love' were useful, Voldemort would have been defeated by the 'love' possessed by ordinary people and wizards of ordinary birth when he slaughtered them.

Even assuming the Potters truly had the capability, they wouldn't have needed to retreat three times in front of Voldemort; they would have finished him off long ago.

Lane listed these reasons to Dumbledore one by one: "Perhaps 'love' was a factor in defeating Voldemort, but it was by no means the decisive factor. The key to their success was a powerful and exploitable force of magic that could have a devastating impact on Voldemort."

Otherwise, you can't even break through their defenses, so what's the point of fighting them?

Gua sha?

"Oh, Ryan, you're still too obsessed with magic, too obsessed with spells." Dumbledore pulled him away from the Pensieve.

If wizards aren't obsessed with magic and spells, what are they obsessed with? Romance and love...? Back in the headmaster's office, Ryan sat back in his original seat, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.

"As an old man who has seen so much, please don't find me long-winded, Ryan. The magic of love is something Voldemort could never understand, and I hope you can master this power," Dumbledore said earnestly.

This is where our differences lie. Fortunately, the headmaster is more tolerant now... Ryan smiled and nodded, as if he had turned over a new leaf under Dumbledore's persuasion and vowed to devote himself to the magic of love.

Dumbledore then changed the subject: "But I'm not worried about you."

Ryan had expected to hear an elder recount his life story, but he never expected Dumbledore to say something like that.

He could only conclude that it was because he had many friends and Voldemort had many servants.

"Because I have friends?"

"Assuming, just assuming, Ryan. What if Miss Penelope, Mr. Vio, and the others were threatened and forced to do things against their conscience..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Lane blurted out, "Which dares to mess with my friends! Doesn't he know these are members of my Adventurers' Club?! It's a wonder he even survived the day!"

"What about Mr. Larvin and the others who have already graduated?"

"They're my friends too! How dare they mess with my people? Has this guy always been this brave?" Ryan said. "Even if he is Voldemort, I'll make him regret being born."

Dumbledore chuckled: "That's why I'm not worried about you. Voldemort will weigh the pros and cons and abandon the Death Eaters, but you won't. You'll help your friends at any cost."

"You proved that in second grade."

"Ryan, this is love."

"I just hope that you can have more friends, and that all the white wizards can become your friends."

Seeing the headmaster smiling and saying strange things, Ryan had an urge to record the scene and send it to 'Niumengard' later. He wondered if it was worth a Fiendfyre spell.

It cannot be the regular version of the Fiendish Curse.

This could be a crucial quest item to unlock the "Obtain the City-Level Fiendish Curse Chain Side Quest, a force to be reckoned with in the magical world".

But in front of Dumbledore, Ryan could only dream; the crystal ball was discovered as soon as it was taken out.

He suddenly remembered something: "I also made a prediction about Neville when he entered school."

He repeated the intelligence: "The boy who narrowly escaped fate stands at the beginning of the story. Beneath his dullness lies courage, and beneath his slowness lies resilience. An unprotected lion cub will pick up its claws among the pride."

"At the time I couldn't understand it, but now I understand. It means that he almost became the savior in the prophecy."

"Courage beneath the surface, Longbottom, it suits you perfectly." Dumbledore, dressed in his pajamas, listened quietly to the prophecy and began to recount old stories and people from the past, showing no signs of drowsiness.

No wonder Neville seems so timid and cowardly; with both his parents in St. Mungo's, raised by his strong-willed grandmother, he truly is a lion cub without protection... Lane asked, "Will Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom's injuries ever heal?"