Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Chapter 115: Turn of the Jedi, Part 2

Harry's mind seemed to be in a fugue state.The state of knowing exactly what to do has almost disappeared, maybe there is still a little bit left.The components of his brain were dead, perhaps deliberately paralyzed by a part of the brain smart enough to predict what would happen if it didn't.What did he just do—

These thoughts are emptied and need to make enough space to perceive other things.

Harry stood in the middle of a barren, unkempt cemetery, with gravestones scattered here and there.

With moonlight and starlight, one could see that the black robes scattered on the ground were surrounded by something completely different from the texture of the soil in the cemetery, which was blood red dripping wet under the moonlight.Some heads tumbled from the hoods of the cloaks, revealing hair long or short, light or dark, but other details were indistinguishable in the dim moonlight.The silver mask was still on the face, making the hair look more like it was growing from a skeleton than a living human head—

These thoughts are emptied and need to make enough space to perceive other things.

On the altar, a girl in a red-trimmed Hogwarts uniform was sleeping.Near the altar, Harry's things were piled up in a pile.

Lying on the ground was a very tall man, his face was not human, and blood was pouring from the cut surface of his wrist.

As long as the Dark Lord wakes up, he will destroy everything you love.Dumbledore couldn't stop him anymore.

He can't be put in jail because he can drop his body and escape at any time.

He couldn't be completely killed without destroying more than 100 Horcruxes, one of which was a gilded aluminum plate from the Pioneer.

Usable Tools: A wand, this time allowing pointing and speaking.

You have 5 minutes.

solve this problem.

Harry staggered to the altar, knelt beside it, and picked up his moke bag.

He walked towards where Voldemort lay.

The sense of impending doom, which had faded after Voldemort was knocked unconscious, had grown horribly stronger now as Harry drew closer, and his scar burned as if it were burning.

Harry ignored the screaming in his head.That was the last memory that Tom Riddle burned into Harry's mind, and it was the last cognitive pattern that Tom Riddle transferred to the little baby before the explosion: the deepening fear when the resonance went completely out of control. and panic.Harry finally understood what it meant now, the inexplicable fear, and it made it easier to ignore it.He previously guessed that this resonance would mainly affect the caster, and the stronger the caster, the greater the effect, and now this conjecture has been confirmed.

Looking down at Voldemort's body, Harry took a deep breath - through his mouth, as the smell of rust that Harry didn't want to think about was creeping into his nostrils.

Kneeling beside Voldemort, Harry took his first aid kit from the pouch, placed a self-tightening tourniquet on Voldemort's left wrist, then placed another on his right wrist.

Caring about Voldemort's life or death feels like doing the wrong thing.Some part of Harry knew that for some people, something very bad had just happened to them.A fair and just outcome would have been to let Voldemort end up with them without hesitation.Now what Harry is doing is like Batman caring more about the Joker than the people the Joker hurts; Delaying his execution and letting innocent people die is like a comic book.It is the weakness of human nature to pay more attention to and even care about the villain than his followers, and pay more attention to the fate of the villain than his people.

Therefore, when Harry stood up from Voldemort, he felt that the tourniquet that had tightly bound Voldemort's wrist was so obtrusive, and he felt as if he had done something heinous from a moral point of view.

Still, all rational strategies point to the fact that Voldemort's body must never die.The soul he created for himself must be bound in this brain and must not be allowed to escape free.

Harry took a step back from Voldemort's unconscious body, taking a few deep breaths through his mouth.He made his way to his pile, put on his robe, put away the rest of his stuff, and put the Time-Turner back around his neck in preparation for escaping back to school, and coming back if need be...

That's more than a hundred Horcruxes.

This must be insane, there is no other word for it, and it is a concrete manifestation of Voldemort's twisted view of life and death.A Muggle security expert would call this situation fence security, like building a 100 meter high fence in the middle of a desert.Only the most mindless attacker would try to climb over this fence.People in their right mind will just go around it, and no fence, no matter how high, will stop them.

Once you forget the fear, and how impossible it is to be afraid of the task, solving it isn't even difficult, especially compared to the previous one.

Neville's parents, for example, were driven insane by Cruciatus.Two hundred advanced horcruxes can't keep their sanity, and the soul fragments in the horcruxes will be as crazy as themselves.

In this case, there was nothing morally wrong with using Cruciatus if there was no other way to stop Voldemort forever.It's a fair and just ending, so that the Joker's life doesn't seem worth more than the humblest of his minions...

Harry just needs to cast the Patronus Charm and tell the Patronus to find... Alastor Moody? ...and let him come here.Well, it's not feasible. It is very likely that there is no way to summon the Patronus with such a purpose.Or just decide to tell Moody to use the Time-Turner to go back to him as soon as he escapes Voldemort's enchantment.

Then Voldemort could be robbed of his sanity forever by Cruciatus.

It's not even the most unkind thing to do.The most cruel thing would be to throw Voldemort's wand into the depths of Azkaban, if the wand is connected to Voldemort's life and magic no matter where his soul escapes.

Harry turned his head to face where Voldemort lay.He stepped forward, continuing to control his breathing, trying to ignore the burning sensation in his throat.Part of him knew that Voldemort was actually Professor Quirrell, even though he was in a different body now.Even if the personality change is so perfect, it means that Professor Quirrell is actually just another mask...

Yet Voldemort hadn't intended for Harry to have a painful death.When Harry had annoyed him earlier, he hadn't let his servants crush Harry.This makes sense, if your opponent is Voldemort.Maybe he still has a little sympathy for the other Tom Riddle in his heart after all.

... It would be wrong to take this into consideration.

No?

Harry turned his gaze to the sky again.Stars twinkled outside the atmosphere, adorning the non-existent dome of the night sky, congregating and stretching out into long, ribbon-like galaxies so close you could feel them by flying up on a broomstick.

What would future generations expect him to do now?

If it wasn't just the part of Harry that still cared about Professor Quirrell that was making the decision, the answer seemed obvious.

What Harry had just done was undoubtedly necessary, it had indeed stopped a more horrific evil, and Harry certainly couldn't have stopped Voldemort if the Death Eaters had gotten ahead of him.But that doesn't cancel out the fact that an unnecessary tragedy befalls yet another intelligent being, even if it's Voldemort.It just adds another element to the mourning of an old earth long ago, when death existed.

Let what has happened be past.There was no choice then, and no other damage was done afterwards.Not even hurting the other side in the name of fairness, making both sides hurt equally.

The descendants of mankind will not want Voldemort dead, even though his servants are dead.They wouldn't want to hurt him if the benefits of hurting him couldn't be compared to the benefits of not hurting him.

Harry took a deep breath and let it go - not that he hated it - not quite - he couldn't hate his creator until the end - but even so Harry let something go.Maybe it was letting go of the feeling that he should have hated Voldemort, the obligation to hate, after all Voldemort had committed countless crimes for no reason, not even to please himself...

It was all right, the stars whispered to him from the sky.It doesn't matter if you don't hate him, not hating him doesn't mean you're a bad person.

In the end, Harry had only one choice, and since Harry already knew that, there was little reason to struggle.Only time will tell if this is the best option.

Harry took a deep breath, gathering the magic inside him.The spell he was about to cast didn't have to be precise, but it was still one of the most powerful spells he had mastered.

Harry thought again how unfair it was that Voldemort could not be killed at the same time as his followers, and felt a faint chill in his blood from those cruel thoughts.Then he let them go and let them pass by the stars, because his dark side was nothing more than a cognitive pattern he had inherited, just another bad habit of the mind that needed to be unleashed.

Harry turned to look at Hermione breathing in and out on the altar, finally letting the tears flow freely.What Hermione would become now, and what path she would take afterwards, was beyond Harry's guess; but she could live to make those choices for herself, and their friendship would never destroy her existence as it had before.He hadn't realized how little his hope was until he found himself so pleasantly surprised when it came true.Sometimes things do turn out surprisingly well.

Harry injected this thought into the magic he was building up as well.

His stored strength was throbbing within him, as if his whole body was part of the wand, either Harry was dazzled, or there was a bright white light trembling in the holly wand in front of him.Harry thought about the spell he was about to cast, he didn't have fine-grained control over everything, but the pattern he needed wasn't complicated, it just needed to include—

Everything, forget everything, Tom Riddle, Professor Quirrell, forget your whole life, forget all your magnificent memories, forget your loss, your pain, all your mistakes, forget Voldemort—

In the last moment before casting the spell, Harry added one last, kind one—

But if you've ever had any memories of real happiness, not the pain of hurting someone or laughing at someone else, but the warmth of helping someone or being helped, maybe not a lot, maybe sporadic in your childhood, But if you do have those really happy memories then just keep them—

At the moment of decision, something bright in his heart seemed to be opened, and he knew that he had made the right choice, and Harry poured this into his wand——

"Forget it all!"

Everything poured like a flood into this spell.

Harry fell to the side, unable to hold his wand any longer, a harsh scream escaped his throat, and his hand unconsciously covered the scar, even though the sudden burst of pain was beginning to subside.His eyes dimly saw the air filled with glowing snowflakes, the silvery dots of light floating across the sky that looked like countless miniature Patronuses.

In the next instant, all the silver dots disappeared.

Professor Quirrell disappeared.

Only a remnant remains.

And that remnant soul wouldn't be much different from Harry's own.

The prophecy came true.

They both reshaped each other in their own image.

Harry curled up on the ground and began to sob.

He cried for a while.

Then, at last, Harry struggled to his feet and picked up his wand, for there was still more to be done.

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Harry tapped his wand on the cut in Voldemort's wrist; it made his scar throb and throb, but neither his wand nor the scar exploded.

Then Harry began to transform.

Slowly - but more quickly than the last time Harry transformed Hermione's body - the stunned body of the snakelike man gradually transformed into something new.During the transformation, especially as the snakelike man's head began to shrink and become transparent, the pain from Harry's scar gradually faded.

Harry would maintain the spell, day and night; and then one day, when Harry was older and stronger, perhaps with the help of others, he would return the amnesiac Tom Riddle to his original form, using magic Stone restores his body to what it was before Harry figured out what to do with an almost total amnesia, but still with some bad thought habits and very negative emotional patterns - a dark side, like the one before - And a lot of powerful magical spells and rituals after the sorcerer.Harry tried not to erase those memories, because he might need that knowledge one day.

At the same time, just as magic did not determine that the deformed unicorn was dead to trigger the reaction of the monitoring system, Voldemort's Horcrux did not determine that the deformed Voldemort was dead and then tried to resurrect him.

Let's hope so, anyway.

Harry's scar stings one last time as he puts the steel ring on his little finger, its green emeralds pressed against his skin.Then his scar fell silent and never hurt again.

A raised rock became Harry's seat, and he staggered into it, resting motionless for a moment, fighting the lethargy that gripped the edges of his consciousness.It's not over yet, there's more to do.

Harry took another deep breath, still breathing through his mouth, said, "Lumos," and looked around the graveyard.

The black robe, the skull mask that was cut off, and the surrounding pools of blood——

Hermione Granger, sleeping on the altar.

Voldemort's empty robe and bloodied hands lay quietly where the Dark Lord had fallen.

Quirinus Quirrell's robes were broken, and he was lying in the pile of rocks where he had been hit by the Death Curse.

Harry tried to see the scene through someone else's eyes, trying to understand what was going on, and shook his head because it wouldn't work, it wouldn't work.

Then Harry grinned and rose from the rock, despite the protests of his mind, and perhaps his body.He didn't bleed or get hit today, but for some reason, he felt like he had been hit directly in the body by all the pressure.

Harry staggered to where Voldemort had fallen, and picked up Voldemort's left hand from the ground.

Even looking only at this left hand, the scales of the snake were still faintly discernible; it looked like Voldemort's hand at a glance.This is good.

Harry walked to the altar where the sleeping Hermione lay, and gently placed the severed hand around Hermione's neck, carefully bending his fingers into a stranglehold on her neck.It was difficult, because sleeping Hermione looked so peaceful and innocent, but Voldemort's hands were so hideous; Harry roughly ignored the part of his mind that was thinking this, because it was the same thing Scene is meaningless.

A couple of weak cutting spells messing up the near-perfect facets created by that nanotube were crucial; if the hands and neck looked like they had been severed by the same thing, Harry's concocted explanation might give away.A few pieces of flesh that splintered and fell from Voldemort's wrist fell all over Hermione's shirt, and that was part of the plan, Harry reminded himself.

Harry treated his right hand in the same way, making it look symmetrical with his left.

Harry made some burn marks on Voldemort's robes with the flames, and arranged the remaining pieces around Hermione.

Voldemort's wand and gun were placed in the Mokpouch.Harry had put the Philosopher's Stone in an ordinary pocket, not knowing what the stone would do to the Mokpocket.

The pile of things in Quirrell's robes is also next to the altar, which also contains the wand that the Defense Professor used when he was Quirrell.Harry walked over to where Quirrell lay, straightened his body as best he could, and thrust his wand into his hand.Tears flowed predictably from Harry's eyes, which he wiped away with his sleeve.

Harry took another deep breath, still through his mouth, and said again, "Lumos," and looked around the graveyard again.

Black robes, a severed skull mask, Hermione Granger sleeping on the altar, Voldemort's hands around her throat, surrounded by burnt fragments of Voldemort's robe.The body of Quirinus Quirrell lay nearby, in tatters, his wand in his right hand.

That's about it.

All that needs to be done is for people to notice it.

By this time Harry's magic had almost run out.However, the remaining magic power can also allow him to transform a leaf into an uninflated three-meter weather balloon.

Harry produced a bottle of oxyacetylene, a stick of dynamite and a coil of fuse from the pouch.Always ready, like the Boy Scout song says, always ready for a life of trolls and who-knows-what...

Harry filled the weather balloon with oxyacetylene.This would create a huge overpressure when it exploded, possibly as loud as a sonic boom.

He attached the stick of dynamite, too—it was a bit overkill as a detonator, but it didn't matter.

He attached a 60-second fuse to a stick of dynamite, but didn't ignite it.

Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak, which had just been in the pile by the altar.

He took the broom out of the pouch and rode on.

Harry placed a Silencing Charm around Hermione Granger - it probably wouldn't block out the noise completely, far from it, and if her eardrums were shattered, it wouldn't do any permanent damage, but doing so Be polite.

That's it.The Silencing Charm has also been done as the last step.Then, Harry didn't have enough magic power to cast a spell for at least an hour.

Harry mounted his broomstick and rose slowly into the air, holding a weather balloon filled with oxyacetylene.As Harry gradually rose higher than the treetops, Hogwarts a few kilometers away began to loom, shimmering in the moonlight; Harry tried his best to estimate the distance between Hogwarts and here. The distance, and the angle of view from Hogwarts.

When he was well above the forest, Harry lit the fuse attached to the stick of dynamite attached to the oxyacetylene balloon with a lighter.Then Harry turned the broom and left as fast as possible - not directly towards the castle, otherwise it might be too close to where the past Harry and Professor Quirrell passed by, if the past professor found another Harry , the plan might not work—

Harry felt a sharp pain in his heart, and suppressed the pain.

1031, 1032, 1033...

When Harry counted to forty, so as not to risk his eardrums, he glanced at his watch, noted the exact time, and turned the Time-Turner once.