novelraw Chapter 113: Final Exam
Chapter 113: Final Exam
A gibbous moon rose higher in a cloudless sky, and the stars and the Milky Way shone with their majesty in the dark night: together these lights illuminated thirty-seven skull masks, which shimmered in black robes, and There was Voldemort, whose robes were darker and whose eyes glowed red.
"Welcome, my Death Eaters," came Voldemort's voice, smooth, sharp and terrifying, "no, don't look at me, you idiots! Keep your eyes on the Potter Imp! Ten years, since we last met Ten years have passed. And yet you answered my call as if it were only yesterday..." The Dark Lord Voldemort walked up to a hooded figure and tapped his mask with his fingers, "Wearing Transfiguration Hastily imitated crap to replace real Death Eater armor, and childish spells to alter voices. Explain, Mister Honor."
"Our old masks and robes..." said the robed figure whose mask was struck by the Dark Lord. Even though the tone of the mask was distorted, the fear contained in the voice was still clearly identifiable. "Master, after you disappeared...we...we didn't wear them all the time to continue fighting...then you summoned me here, to wear a mask, I just...I will always have faith in you, master, but I really don't Knowing that you will choose to come back on this day... I am very sorry to upset you..."
"Enough." The Dark Lord continued to walk behind another figure that seemed to be shaking, but his mask was still facing the Boy Who Lived, his wand held steady and firm. "If you had carried on my business in some other way, perhaps I would have been kinder to this oversight... Advice sir. And yet I came back to find - what? A country conquered in my name?" The sharp voice rang out. Higher, "No! I found out that you are playing mediocre political games in the Wizengamot! I found out that your brothers are still abandoned in Azkaban! This really disappoints me... I admit my disappointment Love...you thought I was dead, the Dark Mark was dead, and you abandoned my plans. Is that so, Mister Advice?"
"No, Master!" wailed the masked figure, "We knew you would return—but, but we can't stand against Dumbledore without you—" "Crucio."
A hideous scream was torn from the mask, piercing the night for several long seconds. "Get up," the Dark Lord said to the slumped figure, "point your wand at Harry Potter. Stop lying to me." "Yes, Master," replied the figure, sobbing, struggling stand up.
Voldemort continued to pace behind the black-robed figure. "I guess you're wondering what Harry Potter is doing here...why he was invited to my rebirth party." "I know, Master!" said one of the robes, "You're going to kill him Come and prove your strength, and prove to us all who is stronger! Show the power of your death curse, and even the so-called Boy Who Lived will die!"
Then there was a pause.Not a single hooded man dared to speak.
The Dark Lord Voldemort, dressed in a high-necked jacket and black robes, slowly turned to face the Death Eater who had just spoken.
"The idea," whispered Voldemort in a voice as chilling as death itself, "is a bit too stupid for me to judge, Mr. Sallow. You've heard theories about how I died, and then tried to trick me into making the same mistake? ' Voldemort levitated, high and far from the ground, 'I suppose you've grown more inclined to indulge your laziness than to rule me, McNeil?'
A blue mist suddenly enveloped the speaking Death Eater.He turned sharply, thrust his wand sharply at the Dark Lord, and yelled "Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort just sideways in mid-air, dodging the green beam. "Avada Kedavra!" shouted the Death Eater.His other hand, which was not holding a wand, made other movements at the same time, and with each gesture, his protective fog was enhanced with more colors and layers. "Help me, my brothers! If we all—"
The Death Eater fell to the ground in seven burning pieces, the burn marks still glowing at the edges of the flesh.
"Eyes and wands on Harry Potter, all of you," repeated Voldemort, his voice low and dangerous, "what McNeill did just now was downright stupid, because I control your marks, forever Both. I am immortal."
"Master," said another robed figure, "the girl at the altar—is she serving our dark carnival? She doesn't look worthy of such a joyous occasion. I can find better ones, master , if only you would let me go away for just a little while—”
"No, Mr. Friendly," said Voldemort, sounding amused, "this little witch you saw at the altar was none other than Hermione Granger—"
"What?" exclaimed a black-robed figure, and then, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry, I beg you—" "Crucio." This time the scream lasted only a few seconds, and Voldemort Casting the spell seems like it's just perfunctory.After that Voldemort spoke, his voice still low and cheerful. "I brought this Mudblood back to life with the darkest magic, for my own purposes. You can't give her the slightest bit of trouble, any of you. If you let me know that my little experiment is in your hands If you are hurt, you will die. This order is absolute, regardless of the circumstances-let's say, even if she escapes." There was a cold and sharp laugh, as if for someone else who did not understand. Laugh at the joke.
"Master," faltered a robed figure, his voice distorted by the skull mask, "Master, I beg you—I will never rebel against you, I am as humble as you can see—but Master, I beg You, let me go back, so that I can serve you better in the future - I came in a hurry, I didn't take care of it - master, so many of us are gone, others will be suspicious, they will record the absence, those who disappeared people. Soon there will be no alibi I can produce."
There was a loud, icy laugh. "Ah, Mr. Bai, my most neglected servant. I haven't decided whether to let you live your punishment. I don't need you as much as I used to, Mr. Bai. In two days, Death Eaters will be able to act in the light of day .my strength has grown, and today I killed Dumbledore." More gasps of shock came from among the Death Eaters, to which Voldemort dismissed, "Tomorrow I will kill Burns, Crouch, Moody, and Scrimgeour, if they don't escape. The rest of you go to the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot, and cast the Imperius Curse as I tell you. We've waited enough .Tomorrow at sundown I will declare myself King of Britain!"
There was a gasp from the masked crowd, but one figure laughed. "You think I'm ridiculous, Mr. Ominous?" "I apologize, Master," replied the robed figure who had been laughing just now, his wand pointing perfectly where Harry stood, "I'm glad to hear you've got Deng Bullido. I lost faith in your return, and fled Britain like a coward out of fear of him."
Voldemort's chuckle echoed in the graveyard. "Your confession has won my mercy, Mr. Ominous. I am surprised to see you here tonight; you are more capable than I expected. But, before we turn our attention to happier things, there is one thing we Things must be sorted out. Tell me, Mr. Ominous, if the Boy Who Lived swears to you, can you trust him?" "Master... I don't understand..." said Mr. Ominous.One or two Death Eater masks turned to Voldemort, and quickly locked their eyes back on Harry from behind the skull masks. "Answer me," hissed Voldemort, "this is not a trap, Mr. Ominous, and you must answer honestly, or you will reap the consequences. You know the boy's ancestors, don't you? Know that they were frank people? If the boy chooses I swear to you that even though you know you are a Death Eater, can you trust his word? Answer me!" Voldemort's voice grew louder and turned into a high-pitched growl. "I... yes, master, I think I can..."
"Very well," said Voldemort grimly, "there must be a possibility of building trust, for the sacrifice. As for the witnesses of the Unbreakable Vow... which one of you should sacrifice your magic? That would be a long time coming." The oath...is much longer than usual...it will take a lot of magic to complete it..." Voldemort smiled horribly, "Mr. White will do it."
"No, please! Master, I beg you! I serve you more than anyone—best I can—"
"Cruciate," said Voldemort, and Mr. Bai's screams from the twisted mask lasted almost a full minute. "You should be grateful that I spared your life! Now get close to that boy, Mr. Ominous, Mr. White. Get behind him, idiot! You can't block other people's wands! Others, if Harry Potter tries to escape You must fire, even if it means hitting your fellow Death Eaters."
Mr. Bai approached slowly, his black robe seemed to be shaking, and at the same time Mr. Ominous moved smoothly into position. "What is the oath, master?" came the voice of Mr. Ominous.
"Ah, yes," said Voldemort.The Dark Lord continued to pace behind the semi-circle of Death Eaters, "Today—although I hardly expect anyone to believe it, even you—we are going to do what Merlin did today, my Death Eaters We. Yes! There stands before us a great danger, and it is prophesied that his reckless stupidity will lead to destruction, more terrible than even I can imagine. The Boy Who Lived! Even the Dementors are afraid of it Boy! Ants who believe they control the world should learn to worry a little more about this. Incompetent, they're all trash!"
"Forgive me—" said a black-robed figure, his voice hesitated, "Master—no doubt, if that's the case—Master, why don't we just order and kill him now?"
Voldemort laughed, a strangely bitter laugh.When he spoke again the sharp voice was clear. "That's what the oath is for, Mr. Ominous, Mr. White, Harry Potter. Listen carefully and understand this obligatory oath, because its intent is also binding, and the three of you must agree to the intent of the oath." Consensus. You will swear, Harry Potter, not to destroy the world, nor to take any action that risks destroying the world. The oath itself cannot be used to compel you to take any active action, therefore, the oath cannot compel you to do stupid things .Do you understand, Mr. Ominous, Mr. White? We are dealing with a prophecy of destruction. A prophecy! It can be twisted and self-fulfilling. We must be careful not to let the oath itself trigger that prophecy. We must also be careful, If Harry Potter has unleashed some catastrophe that he must take lesser risk to prevent, this oath cannot be used to force him to stand by. Nor should it force him The latter is the choice of mass destruction. But all Harry Potter's stupidity," said Voldemort's voice rising, "all his recklessness, all his grand schemes and good intentions—can't risk them causing disaster! He can't Bet on the fate of the earth! Do not allow research that may bring about doomsday! Do not break the seal, do not open the door!" Voldemort's voice dropped again. "Unless for some reason the oath itself would lead to the destruction of the world, in which case, Harry Potter, you must disregard it for that reason. You cannot make this decision alone, and you must be honest and unreserved Confess to your trusted companion and see if that person agrees. That's what the oath is meant to do and what it's meant to be. The oath will only force Harry Potter to do things he knows he's prophesied to be an instrument of destruction. It is possible to choose to do an act. Because he must first have the ability to choose before he can sacrifice it. Do you understand, Mr. Bai?" "I-I think so-oh, master, please You, make the oath not so long—" "Shut up, fool, what you did today is more useful than anything you've ever done before. Mister Ominous?" "I think, master, I need to hear you say it again."
Voldemort smiled a little too exaggeratedly, and then he said all this again in different terms. "Now," said Voldemort icily, "Harry Potter, lower your wand, and allow Mr. Ominous's wand to make contact with it; then say the words I instruct you to say. If Harry Potter says Any other word, and the rest of you will kill him." "Understood, Master," replied the 34 accent.
Harry felt cold, he was shivering, and it wasn't just because he was naked at night.He didn't understand why Voldemort didn't just kill him.There seemed to be only one thread leading into the future, and that thread was chosen by Voldemort, and Harry had no idea what would happen after that. "Mr White," said Voldemort, "touch your wand to Harry Potter's hand, and repeat these words: 'By the magic flowing within me, I am bound by this oath.'"
Mr. Bai said the words.Even through the mask of distorted voice, his heartbreak can still be heard.
The cluster of obelisks behind Voldemort chanted in a language Harry didn't know; they repeated the words three times before falling silent. "Mr. Ominous," said Voldemort, "imagine for what reason you would trust the boy if he had taken the oath voluntarily. Imagine this underlying trust, and then sacrifice it, declaring it thus..."" With my confidence in you," said Mr. Ominous, "be your restraint."
Then it was Harry Potter's turn to repeat Voldemort's words, which Harry did.
"I swear..." Harry said.His voice was faltering, but he still said, "I will not... use any of my actions... to destroy the world... for not destroying the world... I will not take any risks... if I have to ...I will take the ... less harmful way rather than the more harmful ... unless it seems to me that the oath itself ... will lead to the end of the world ... and I am honest to the friend of ... ... also Agreed to this. Of my own free will..." Harry could feel the ritual being triggered, the shiny rope of mana wrapped around his wand and Mr. Ominous's wand, the shiny rope of mana wrapped around His wand and Mr. Ominous's wand, wrapped around where Mr. White's wand touched his hand, wrapped around Harry's id on some disturbing level of abstraction.Harry could feel himself mobilizing the power of free choice, and he knew that the words he said next would sacrifice it, and now was undoubtedly the last chance to turn back.
"...let it stand," said Voldemort's grim voice with precision.
"...let it stand," Harry repeated, knowing for a split second that the oath was no longer an act he could choose to perform, but an action his body and mind would perform.It was not a vow he could break, not even at the expense of his own life.Just as water flows downhill and a calculator adds up numbers, it becomes a "Harry Potter thing". "Has the oath taken effect, Mr. Bai?"
Mr. Bai sounded like he was crying. "Yes, Master... I have lost so much, please, my punishment is great enough." "Go back to your place..." said Voldemort, "Very well. Keep eyes on Potter Kid, ready to cast a spell if he tries to run away, or raises his wand, or says any word…" The Dark Lord hung high in the air, his black figure looking down at the graveyard.In his left hand he took up a gun again, and in his right he held a wand. "Much better. Now let's kill the Boy Who Lived."
Mr. Bai staggered a bit.Mr. Ominous laughed again, and so did the others. "I'm not doing this for fun," said Voldemort icily. "We're dealing with a prophecy, fool. We're cutting the threads of fate one by one; be careful, be careful, you don't know when you might hit the first one." One obstacle. Follow this order. First stun Harry Potter with a spell, amputate his limbs, and cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding. Mister Friendly and Mister Honor will check him for any trace of unusual magic ...one of you shot the boy multiple times with my Muggle weapon, then cast the Death Curse on him as many times as possible. After this Mr. Ominous smashed his skull and brain with a piece of common material from a tombstone. I'll Post mortem, then his body will be burnt with fiery flames, and then we will exorcise the area to keep his ghost. I'll be guarding the place myself for six hours, because I don't fully trust my time shift setup Guard; the four of you will be searching the vicinity for any sign of note. Even after this we must remain vigilant for any sign of Harry Potter's reemergence, in case Dumbledore leaves behind something Unimaginable subterfuge. If you can spot any subterfuge that I have missed in securing the end of the Harry Potter threat, I will reward you immensely for speaking up now...Speak now, for Merlin's sake!"
There was a dumbfounded silence in the cemetery; no one made a sound.
"A bunch of rubbish, you people," Voldemort said sarcastically, "and now I'm going to ask Harry Potter one last question, and his answer to it is something only I can hear, in Parseltongue. If he answers with any sound but a hiss, utter a single word in the language of men and you will strike him down." Then Voldemort hissed: "[Snake] It is said that you will have powers I do not know. Now that I have learned about Muggle techniques from you, I have begun to learn them. Your power over dementors must be understood by yourself, you said. If you have any other Power, and I might learn it, tell me now. Otherwise, I will torture those you care about. I have promised you some lives, but not others. Your little Mudblood servants in the army. Your cherished parents. They will all be tortured without end; when they break down, I will send them to a prison of dementors to remember it all, until they are exhausted and die .for each way you tell me of a way to wield unknown powers, or any other secret I crave, you will name one more of those people who will be protected and respected under my rule. This is what I promise and intend to Promise kept. [Snake Bi]" Voldemort's smiling expression now resembled the fangs of a poisonous snake, and contained the meaning of this snake's expression, which guaranteed that anyone who saw the fangs would be devoured. "[Snake] Don't waste your time thinking about how to escape if you still care about those people. You have 60 seconds, then you have to tell me something I want to know, after that start your execution. [Snake Bi] "
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Author's words:
This is your final exam.
You have 60 hours.
Your solution must at least allow Harry to escape death,
Despite being naked, with only his wand in hand, facing 36 Death Eaters
Plus a fully resurrected Voldemort.
If a viable solution emerges
At 12:01 AM PT (8:01 AM UTC) on Tuesday
March 3, 3,
The story will continue to release 121 chapters.
Otherwise you'll get a shorter and sadder ending.
Things to note
1. Harry must win through his own efforts.There will be no rescuers.
Anyone who might want to help Harry thought he was watching a Quidditch match.
2. Harry can only use the abilities he already has in this novel;
He cannot learn the silent Legilimency spell without a wand for the next 60 seconds.
3. Voldemort is evil and cannot be persuaded to be good;
The Dark Lord's utility function[1] is not changed by talking to him.
4. If Harry raises his wand or speaks anything other than Parseltongue,
The Death Eaters would have opened fire on him in no time.
5. If Harry died in the simplest timeline-
Harry couldn't get the Time-Turner without the help of the Time-Turner—
Then the time converter cannot be involved in the solution.
6. Don't lie in Parseltongue.
Within these constraints,
Right now,
Harry allowed to realize his full potential as a rational being,
Regardless of his previous flaws.
Of course the so-called 'rational solution',
Under the correct use of the word 'rational',
Just an unnecessarily fancy way of describing 'best solution'
or 'the solution I like' or 'the solution I think we should take',
And you should always use one of the latter.
(We only use 'rational' to describe the way of thinking,
rather than referring to a particular solution. )
According to Vinge's principle [2],
If you knew exactly what smart people would do,
You have to be at least as smart as that.
Ask someone "What would a best player think is the best move?"
The answer is no better than "What do you think is the best course of action?"
So what I'm actually trying to say is,
When I say that Harry allows his full potential as a rational being,
That is, Harry was allowed to solve the problem in a way that you would.
If you could tell me exactly how to do something,
Harry would be allowed to think about it.
But simply speaking, for example,
"Harry should convince Voldemort to let him out of trouble"
does not count as an answer
unless you can figure out how to do it yourself
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Then wait for chapter 114 to see how you do.
I wish you all good luck, or should I say good tricks.
114章的放出时间是太平洋时间2015年3月3日星期二上午10点（世界标准时间上午6点）
In addition:
If you have to prepare for academic exams in real life,
Well, while the bystander effect is a problem,
I want the crowd effect 'people who have more important daily affairs to stay out of the effect'
little effect on the probability
(Because adding more people to the existing large number of participants will result in diminishing marginal returns[3])
So if you can't spare the time, don't force it.
As an author, I enjoy the delicious taste of my readers' suffering more than all chocolate; but I do not wish to injure you.
Also, if you really, really, really hate this kind of thing, then don't go!
Others are enjoying it.Come back in a few days.
This doesn't even deserve me to spell it out.
I remind you again that there is a long time to think.
Use postponement to make a suggestion, Luke. [4]
And then, sure enough, I do mean it,
For the next 60 seconds,
Harry cannot develop any new magical powers
Nor can the various constraints described earlier be broken.
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Annotation: The above is the final challenge left by the author during the serialization period. (Although it has expired for a long time), readers who have not read the original text or spoilers are welcome to participate
(A piece of gossip: The author EY received more than one million comments within 24 hours after launching this challenge, so the author's final exam became "how to read the comments in the remaining 36 hours"; the challenge is over Afterwards, the author admitted that there were many "good ideas that I didn't think of" in the comments, and the reader community sighed with relief, "I am glad to see that even the author is not more imaginative than thousands of people."