Chapter 1099 Tears, Heart and Life

Anton's so-called call was not so easy. Voldemort called in a low voice, but the faintly fluorescent giant egg in front of him remained motionless.

He pursed his lips, sat on the ground a little weakly, and found out with some self-mockery that he didn't actually call Bella so seriously.

Yes, he couldn't let go of his pride after all.

And in front of so many enemies, even if you can't see each other now.

Voldemort clenched his fists hard, his head was in a mess.

Everything in the past was so crazy and boiling, he even had such an idea. When he was a student, he watched the war between Dumbledore and Grindelwald so sneeringly, so obsessed with magic.

if……

If he was just obsessed with magic like Anton, perhaps at this moment decades later, he would already be far stronger than Dumbledore, and life and death would be nothing more than random kneading for him.

If only he hadn't had so much ambition.

But is Tom Riddle still Tom Riddle without ambition?

He began to loathe all of this, loathing himself for greedily wanting to regain the integrity of his soul, greedily wanting to walk back from 'Voldemort' to 'Tom', greedily stealing the magic of love from Harry Potter, and finally Filled with ego.

Yes, this kind of method, what he wanted at first was to use it on Anton. At that time, he discovered Anton's shattered soul early.

But later, he was surprised to find that he could no longer beat Anton.

He began to settle for the next best thing, and set his sights on the child whose soul and Horcrux had jointly influenced his growth, Harry Potter.

Because of the soul, he quietly possessed his own bloodline and grew into another hybrid self with Potter's bloodline in a certain magical sense.

Didn't Dumbledore just grasp this point? If the so-called prophecy is viewed from the perspective of the magical dimension-in fact, it means that two selves cannot exist in the same world.

Regardless of whether the prophecy was originally about Harry or Neville, when his own soul was embedded in that baby's soul, it could only be Harry.

And because of Harry's own "Potter and Riddle hybrid" characteristics, he is so wonderful that he exists at the same time as himself, but he hates each other so much.

No one knew how shocked Voldemort was to figure it all out while possessing Harry.

Therefore, the so-called "magic of love" that captured Lily was to make up for the incompleteness of his own soul on the one hand, and on the other hand to make Dumbledore think that he had completely cut off from Harry.

But it didn't.

Harry would incite a greater hatred for stealing his mother's love magic to cover up his instinct to kill himself in the same world.

Interesting isn't it.

He, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, has already studied Horcruxes to such a high level.

He didn't even make any of the extremely crude horcruxes in the past, but regarded Harry as his own horcrux.

If he dies, he will die completely.

Then no one would notice that Harry was becoming himself little by little, completely himself.

Resurrected in a whole new dimension.

Such an ingenious arrangement, even if the clever Anton finally discovered it, they would still face a problem - should they kill Harry?

All of this has been ingeniously arranged by fate at the beginning, hasn't it?

At that time, I released the Death Curse on Harry Potter, was rebounded by the magic of love, and was also connected to each other by the magic of love.

As long as he doesn't kill Harry, all this will remain valid.

And it was precisely because he had studied Horcruxes so deeply that Voldemort began to fear Horcruxes.

Horcruxes, an extremely simple method of constant life, are not without cost.

And that price is the mocking backlash of a terrible fate.

With each death, the backlash of fate becomes stronger.

What's more, the reason why he can replenish his soul and return to a normal state now is not because he destroyed all the Horcruxes!

Only the Harry Potter who came due to fate remained, this unique Horcrux that was entangled in fate and escaped from fate.

After experiencing the initial prophecy and years of plans being ruined, Voldemort has a strong feeling and fear of fate.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he began to resist casting Horcrux magic on Bella and his daughter.

It's hard for him to become a normal person again.

It's hard for him to feel love.

However, love just left when he could feel it.

This damn fate.

He sometimes wonders whether those prophets who can't control their own spellcasting have stipulated their fate, or is it just a mockery from such an illusory thing as fate through the mouth of the prophet.

or……

It is fate that has mercy on the world and announces this or that possibility for people.

— Bella can live without you.

Is that how it is interpreted?

Voldemort was not reconciled, but he had no choice.

Using the Horcrux to play with life without knowing how to restrain it, and finally being played by life.

He sighed faintly, he knew that Bella would die because Bella loved him crazily, and Bella would live, but of course she would never love herself again.

He is not a helpless person who doesn't understand anything. He found his last hope and was at his command under Anton's arrangement.

After all, he is also one of the top wizards in the world, isn't he?

In fact, he has already seen through all this.

The choice is still in his hands!

Yes, the death of human beings is not really death, it's just about moving from the real world to the world of the dead.

He knew that Bella, who loved him so much, was waiting for him in the world of the dead now, and would always be waiting for him.

Eventually, after his death, he will be reunited with Bella in the world of the dead.

But he has another choice.

Through Anton's resurrection technique, Bella will be resurrected again, and then she will leave herself.

Anton was right.

What Anton can resurrect is 'Bella', not 'his Bella'.

Even though the real world and the world of the dead are just different states of life, Voldemort still understands what is life and what is death.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so madly obsessed with the magic of Horcruxes.

And the source of all these choices is actually nothing more than—whether he loves Bella or not.

so……

The damn ability to feel love!

If you love someone, she will leave you.

If you don't love her, she will stick to you like a dog's skin plaster, even if she dies, she will wait for your arrival obsessively.

like……

What a cruel thing.

Voldemort wanted to yank out his wand as hard as he had done in his childhood, and slap it on himself, stripping away the sense of love.

But it was still that ambition, the ambition that grew wildly in his heart, that made him not do this.

In that way, the self who has become crazy again will completely destroy the magic empire that has been built with great difficulty.

When I was young, I stripped love because of ambition, and when I was old, I chose to find love back. Also because of ambition, I couldn't bear to strip love anymore, but I also lost love.

It's just too cruel.

Voldemort panted, and looked sadly at the giant egg in front of him. At this moment, there seemed to be a light inside the giant egg, illuminating the whole egg brightly.

Shows a touch of crystal clear milky white.

In the white halo, there seemed to be streaks of blood, and a heart could be vaguely heard beating.

He gently touched the eggshell with his hand, and could feel the familiar breath inside, beating so powerfully.

Perhaps this is exactly what Anton said, the role of strong emotions and extreme magic in this resurrection ceremony.

And now, he has to make a choice.

Kill this conceived life, let the Bella who loves him so much wait for him in the world of dead souls.

Or, kill the Bella who loved her deeply in the world of the dead, so that she can be conceived and regain her life.

Voldemort's arms were trembling, his panting made his whole face pale, his eyes were already red, and his face was so sad.

The Dark Lord has his own pride, and he will not show a hysterical look like Harry Potter, roaring and screaming.

He just looked at the giant egg deeply, recalled all the past with Bella, and finally sighed deeply.

With a sigh, his eyelids slowly closed, and a crystal clear teardrop slowly dripped down on the giant egg.

snap~

The teardrop burst and turned into a ray of brilliance in the colorful river of spirituality.

This may be the only tear Voldemort shed in his life.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and let an ugly smile appear on his face. There was sadness and joy, and he patted the big egg lightly, and said softly, "I hope you will live happily in this life."

The hem of the wizard's robe fluttered, and he turned away.

As he turned around, the giant egg cracked and cracked. Voldemort paused, fell silent for a while, and walked towards the distance again.

A white hand stretched out from the eggshell, and gently pulled the neatly folded wizard robes inside the eggshell.

Inside the eggshell, Bella curled up and covered herself with the wizard robe, staring blankly at the leaving figure.

"who is he?"

Bella put her hands on her chest in doubt, and tilted her head in doubt, "He seems to have left a tear in my heart?"

Oh, yes, this person is my husband, my master, and my everything.

Bella quickly stretched out her hand and opened her mouth, ready to call to stop the departing man.

Can……

She ended up not speaking.

Just staring blankly at this figure, everything in the past was like a dream, even if she could recall everything in the past, she only felt a kind of sincere disgust.

——The behavior of this crazy woman seems a little abnormal.

She is a normal person, and she can't accept this a bit.

Can……

Why is her heart so empty, as if a piece has been lost.

It was uncomfortably empty.

She put on her robe and poked her head out of the eggshell to look around. When she looked up, many young wizards were standing motionless, as if they were performing some ritual magic.

Then, as she stepped out of the eggshell, everything suddenly came to life.

Everyone seemed to be waking up from a big dream.

"Huh?" Anna glanced at her, then at Anton, "Where's Voldemort?"

"Let's go..." Anton sighed, "It's too cruel to kill Bella who loved him so much."