In a dark corner, the brown-haired boy looked gloomy. "I don't know why you chose to meet here, Cullen."
"Oh, I don't think this should be made public," Cullen said in a low voice. "After all, you don't want people to know you're on the forum—"
"I don't care at all," the brown-haired boy said, flashing a bright white smile. "Many people think I'm crazy. I'm used to being ignored and rejected."
"Then you..." Cedric couldn't understand why he would agree to meet him if he wasn't afraid of being exposed.
"Do you know?" The brown-haired boy's voice became incredibly gentle, "Decades ago, there was a fairy who was considered crazy and ostracized. But he wasn't defeated by reality. On the contrary, he united a group of his own supporters within the academy through his excellence."
"However, greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies. Being too ahead of his time, he was like Copernicus who discovered the heliocentric theory, and was stifled and sealed away by the academy's higher-ups. In the end, his power was dismantled, and the magical name that possessed magic was given to a mediocre person who only had an excellent family background."
"His history has been erased, fabricated! He's been portrayed as Joker who can be suppressed by a few Prefect."
(Voldemort: Stop it, stop it, shut up! He's Joker!)
Cedric: I knew Voldemort couldn't possibly be a good guy. Turns out the one in the picture is a fake. But... why does it sound like 'I' am a Death Eater?
"But as great as he was, he had prepared a plan to make a comeback even before he failed."
"As long as this school continues to discriminate against and isolate geniuses like me, as long as the old guard remains in power!"
"That contingency plan will be activated!"
"Without a doubt, I am the genius who will activate this plan and guide the Wizarding World onto the right path!"
"The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. For example, we are both isolated because we are too ahead of our time."
(Barty Crouch Jr.: This sounds just like what I said, damn it, trying to steal the Dark Lord's attention from me! How sneaky!)
"We were all very perceptive. We were very perceptive in noticing something was wrong with this society, and we took the initiative to explore it, without being timid or hesitant, and dared to challenge authority!"
"My similarities with him allowed me to unravel the fabricated history, find the truth, and discover the true nature of that contingency plan."
"I also understand that this great cause cannot be accomplished by me alone."
"I should be like the Dark Lord, seeking out like-minded people."
"You mean," Cedric pointed to himself, "Me?"
"Yes! It's you!" The brown-haired boy nodded. "I noticed the resemblance between us at a glance."
"Just as the Dark Lord is similar to me, but even more outstanding, you are not as outstanding as me, but you are just as similar to me."
Cedric gave a wry smile. "I'm fucking you, how could we not look alike?"
"So, I immediately understood why you were looking for me."
"You're doing this for..." the brown-haired boy lowered his voice, just as the Golden Snitch approached, "... the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone, right?"
"Yes." Cedric nodded subconsciously, his mind crammed with a ton of information. Then he was stunned. The Dark Magic Fairy was actually "himself"? I wasn't even prepared to do a mission, and the mission objective just delivered itself to my doorstep?
Surprised, he slightly raised his gaze and noticed the golden shadow shimmering in the sunlight. "Who is it? Krum?"
The Golden Snitch quickly hid in the cotton candy-like clouds.
"We've been discovered?" The brown-haired boy bit his thumbnail. "There's no way around it, Cullen, we have to leave now."
"What? Okay."
Cedric initially wanted to refuse, but in order to save his misguided "self," and considering that Krum and the others should have already discovered that "himself" was the Dark Magic Fairy, he figured that following along might even help Harry and the others complete their mission, so he didn't refuse.
Not far away, Krum opened his eyes.
"One good news, one bad news."
Harry: "Good news."
Phoebe: "Bad news."
Krum took a deep breath. "The good news is that it's now completely confirmed that Edward Cullen is the Dark Magic Fairy."
"The bad news is that he discovered my surveillance and recognized me."
"It's too late!" Harry pointed to the edge of the mist.
At the edge, Cedric rolled up his sleeve, revealing the marks on his arm, and entered the mist under Edward Cullen's coercion.
What's even more infuriating is that Cullen gave them a defiant look.
"I looked it up on Baidu Care of Magical Creatures Class," Phoebe frowned. "The mist in the Misty Forest is a chaotic place where distance and speed are blurred. The scenery presented by the mist is different for everyone who goes in."
"The reason for this is because of the different identities of those who enter. The fog will automatically identify them and open the spatial passage to the corresponding area."
"Unless someone of the same identity leads the way, we cannot enter the same space as them."
"Cedric is a Hufflepuff student, and considering the marks on his hands that could represent other possible identities, Cullen might be targeting him because of those identities. If we can't figure out Cedric's identity as recognized by the Misty Forest, we'll probably have to wait here until they come out."
"We might know who Cedric is. Let us out," the Prewett Brothers said to Krum.
"OK."
Krum answered in his mind.
The next second, Krum's demeanor changed drastically, and a carefree, playful attitude swept over him.
"Hello, I am Fabian Prewett."
"I know what that mark is, and I know how to summon it."
"It's the Dark Mark. Voldemort's symbol."
("How would the Prewett Brothers know how to summon it?" Professor McGonagall, somewhat puzzled.)
(Every time the mysterious man and his followers kill someone, they display the Dark Mark in the air.)
(This is an excellent way to scare people. No one can guarantee that their home will escape being marked. When you come home after a hard day's work and find the Dark Mark hovering over your house, it means that your family members, pets, and even pests left at home will not be spared.)
(This is everyone's greatest fear.)
(Only Death Eater with the Dark Mark on their hands can conjure it.)
(Dumbledore touched his nose. "I was planning to take this secret to my grave.")
("Ever since the two of them deciphered the Dark Mark.")
("What they like most is to deliberately display the Dark Mark in the air to make the Death Eater think that this place has been slaughtered.")
("This was because, at that time, it had already formed a criminal industry chain.")
("The Death Eater kill people, and then the Vulture that follow the smell of the corpses are responsible for counting and selling the dead's property, serving the Death Eater.")
(Professor McGonagall's face darkened.)
(These Vulture ransacked the house, leaving not even a single corpse behind. They considered even a wizard's body valuable material for crafting Dark Magic items.)
("Through this, they tricked and killed a large number of Vulture." Dumbledore's eyes gleamed with reminiscence, "Gradually curbing this profiteering from war. The surviving victims could at least see the bodies of their own family members.")
("But those who walk by the river often get their shoes wet more easily. On yet another fishing trip using the Dark Mark, they caught not Vulture, but real Death Eater. And then..." Dumbledore trailed off.)
"And then they were surrounded and killed? That's ridiculous!" Professor McGonagall's face turned ashen with rage.
Fabian was unaware that his glorious deeds were being mocked by his former colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix.
Since this body was the very Magic Immortal Artifact, he extended his index finger, and as the Dark Mark appeared above their heads, a gloomy tunnel appeared before them.
Pale blue wall lamps, intricate spiderwebs, dappled light and shadow, and an endless expanse of depth combine to form everything before their eyes.
"There's no mistake, this is the place." Harry crouched down, and two fresh footprints in the thick dust proved that they had arrived at the right place.
Three minutes ago.
"So it turns out... it doesn't necessarily have to be the right time, as long as you have the right identity."
The brown-haired boy looked like he was about to cry. "I want to thank them. They helped me make up my mind. Otherwise, the Dark Lord would have wasted even more time."
He sniffed the dust on the ground, as if he could smell the crisp aroma of wine.
Seeing his other self like this, Cedric's heart sank to the bottom.
Without a doubt, this self is either the most devout Death Eater, a mad dark wizard, or someone who has become so depraved through self-pity.
Isolation and emotional abuse shaped him.
Even now, he still can't imagine himself becoming like this.
Fortunately, before entering, he noticed that Harry and the others had also noticed them, and he gestured for them to follow.
Champion like Harry and his companions, who have been closely following the mission, must have discovered many secrets about it.
Getting in here shouldn't be a problem, right?
Cedric reassured himself, following behind 'himself' as he rounded a bend in the tunnel.
The next second, a spacious hall appeared before them.
Many stone pillars, carved with coiled and intertwined serpents, towered high, supporting the ceiling that dissolved into the darkness above.
On the metal platform in the very center of the hall, a gem that shimmers with the glow of the Rosy Glow is inlaid on a metal branch that stands there.
The brown-haired boy in front unconsciously quickened his pace. As he approached, the gem's light began to distort, and a face without eyebrows, composed of Rosy Glow, or as if cast from seven-colored wax, appeared in the center of the gem.
After the snake's eyes, glowing red, appeared, a cold, sharp voice resounded throughout the hall.
"What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"
The brown-haired boy stepped forward excitedly and knelt on one knee, saying, "It has been almost 50 years since you tragically passed away."
"Fifty years? Fifty years!" The voice began to turn angry. "How many fifty-year periods are there in a lifetime?"
"Albus Dumbledore, you underestimate me. You think I will be defeated by time and forgotten by everyone?"
"But you've forgotten that I've gone further than anyone else on the path to immortality!"
"Even though I have been stripped of my body, and am worse than a ghost, worse than the lowest wandering spirit... I am still alive."
"I don't know what I am now, but I have achieved my goal—to conquer death."
"Imprisonment, sealing—so what? At least one or two spells worked in my experiments because I didn't die!"
"I'm not dead! So what if I'm sealed away for another hundred years!"
"By then you will be nothing but bones in a grave, while I will live forever!"
(Voldemort: Don't you dare say that! Even a fairy can live forever, how come you still don't know that, you idiot! Diggory, give him a good talking to!)
"Perhaps... he's already dead?" The voice paused. "Kid, Albus Dumbledore still alive?"
The brown-haired boy's face darkened. "He's still alive."
"Alive, good to be alive, good to be alive." The voice deepened, then rose again, "Even better! This way I can kill him with my own hands and take back everything that's mine!"
"Decades ago, Dumbledore, you disguised yourself as a student to humiliate me and my family."
(Dumbledore: You need to use your imagination! A few students really did you all.)
Voldemort didn't realize at all that the people suppressing them were actually students.
He is the immortal who has gone the furthest on the path to immortality; no one in history can compare to him.
The only one who could suppress them is Albus Dumbledore.
He disliked him intensely when they were in the orphanage.
After he returned to his ancestral home and learned various Dark Magic spells from the Slytherin family's Enchanted Painting, and inherited many powerful Dark Magic items, he became even more deeply fearful of them.
When he purified his bloodline and killed his own mortal bloodline—his father's family— Dumbledore secretly attacked and destroyed his physical body.
Fortunately, he survived and eventually returned to the Magic Fairy Castle.
Just as he was gathering his army to take revenge, several 'Prefect' stepped in and suppressed them.
If Riddle in this world knew Voldemort's thoughts, he would be devastated. "I didn't die! I was just put in solitary confinement. Who are you? You caused my men to go to jail, and when they came out of confinement, they were given the shameful name of Voldemort."
Voldemort was unaware of Riddle's existence; he believed himself to be the real Riddle, and that his body had been destroyed in a secret attack.
During the years he was sealed away, he used his extraordinary wisdom to deduce the mastermind behind everything— Albus Dumbledore.
Now, he is even preparing to take the life of the Little Magic Fairy who came to awaken him, in order to revive himself.
Who is your father?
Voldemort's voice softened. Before killing the Little Magic Fairy, he planned to catch up with him and reward him after his death.
"Amos Diggory." The brown-haired boy became somewhat flustered. "I'm sorry, my father wasn't one of your followers. He died young. Actually, I've tried to find the descendants of your followers, but they all..."
(Amos Diggory: "Is that why Ced became like this because I died young?")
"No, this is good." Voldemort was overjoyed. Since they weren't his acquaintances' descendants, he could be more decisive! Haha, bring it on!
"Child, that's why you're all the more precious. Come a little closer so I can see your face clearly."
Voldemort's voice suppressed a hint of joy. "Come here quickly, I've already decided what to reward you with: a luxurious coffin and a place in history!"