After hearing Rolf's inquiry, Dumbledore thought for a moment and recalled:
"After Merope died, her body was buried in a nearby cemetery by the orphanage. I went there once. It was a small tomb with the name Merope Riddle on it."
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at the young man with those eyes that rarely escaped his attention.
"Rolf, why do you suddenly ask this question?"
"Because I just heard a prophecy from Professor Trelawney." Rove paused and continued:
"Her state is very different from usual. It seems to be a real prophecy. This is why I came to you."
He quickly told the story about the divination class. After hearing this, Dumbledore was a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and said:
"It seems that our Divination class professor has finally remembered her job. Maybe I should give Sybil a little more salary. She has been complaining to me for a long time..."
"Professor McGonagall may not agree with your decision." Rolf joked: "Aren't you afraid that they will quarrel?"
"It's okay, they have been quarreling for more than ten years." Dumbledore blinked, "It's sometimes interesting to watch the two witches confront each other and bicker with each other."
Rolf raised his eyebrows. Dumbledore was secretly a master of fire, right?
You are such a bad old man!
Dumbledore didn't know what the young man was thinking. After thinking for a while, he said softly:
"'He is destined to rise again, with the help of three women: one for life; one for death; one for love' - you suspect one of the women is Merope?"
"That's right." From the corner of his eye, Rolf looked at Merop on the bed, then at the sleeping baby, and whispered:
"Melope Gaunt gave birth to Tom, which fits the description of 'one person gives birth to a child'."
Voldemort once used his father's bones as a medicine. After Old Tom's bones were stolen by Rolf, he had no other choice and might use his damn bones.
Tom, who has a loving father and a filial son, can do such a thing.
"But many years ago, this orphanage and cemetery were demolished." Dumbledore said, "It is now a Muggle office building."
"Office building?" Luofu hesitated for a moment, then asked slowly: "Where is the tomb? It can't be buried underground, right?"
"I have carefully inquired with nearby Muggles. If there are relatives' graves, their relatives will move them away." Dumbledore explained:
"But those graves from orphanages - unclaimed - the Muggle government burned the bones together to ashes, and finally buried them at sea."
Rolf was stunned. Voldemort had been burned to ashes, scattered in the sea, and entered the belly of a fish?
If this is the case, then the woman "born by one person" naturally cannot refer to Merope Gaunt.
It can’t be about Mrs. Cole, the director of the orphanage, right?
Luo Fu thought about it carefully, but without much clue, he asked again: "Who do you think the 'one person dies' is talking about?"
"There are two ways to understand this sentence." Dumbledore said seriously:
"It can be 'one person died because of Tom', or it could be 'one person died because of Tom'. If it's the former, that's too much, but if it's the latter..."
"You mean Harry's mother - Lily Potter?" Rolf asked in surprise.
"Yes." Dumbledore said slowly: "Lily used an ancient magic. After she sacrificed herself, she left a protective charm on Harry. That magic rebounded from Avada Kedavra and killed Tom.
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"Tom said he died because of Harry, but he was actually killed by Lily."
"I remember Lily Potter's tomb, located in Godric's Hollow." Rolf said.
"That's right." Dumbledore looked at the swirling smoke rising from the brazier and said in a deep voice:
"I will immediately send wizards to Godric's Hollow to protect their bones. As for one person's love... Tom will not love anyone."
"That means others love him." Luofu murmured.
Who else would love Tom except his mother?
Most of those fanatical Death Eaters are respectful and fearful, but they have no love, and Nagini turned into a snake is in Newt's box.
She seemed to have a deformed love for Voldemort, even though she was married.
But, Bellatrix is still in Azkaban!
Luo Fu rubbed his eyebrows. The existing intelligence made it really difficult for him to identify the suspect.
Seeing the boy's frown, Dumbledore reminded:
"Rolf, don't take this prophecy too seriously. The prophecy is like a poorly trained stupid mule. It seems to work, but you can't fully trust it. It will fall apart at the critical moment."
"What do you mean?" Luofu asked confused.
"From different angles, the prophecy will have different interpretations, but only when the truth comes out can we know which interpretation is correct." Dumbledore said warmly:
"Before this, all explanations are just guesses, and wrong guesses will lead you astray."
"Even if you care too much about the prophecy, chase it, and try to prevent it from happening, you may actually promote the prophecy."
"We can take prophecies as warnings, but not as everything. Do you understand?"
Luofu hummed softly and said, "I understand, Professor."
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Rolf understood what Dumbledore meant. Sometimes being too obsessed with prophecies was not a good thing.
Just like Voldemort back then, after hearing Trelawney's prophecy, he took action according to the prophecy. Instead, he marked Harry and created his most terrifying enemy with his own hands.
If Voldemort hadn't heard the prophecy or ignored it, he wouldn't have been repulsed by his Avada Kedavra.
Therefore, prophecy is a double-edged sword. It can be used as a precaution, but it cannot be used as a guide to action.
Compared with trying to solve the three women in the prophecy, turning Voldemort into a polished commander is indeed a more important thing now.
Of course, Sirius was performing this task perfectly.
Although he didn't get the Dementors from Fudge, he did get a group of magical creatures that were about to be executed from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals.
This group of magical creatures is extremely dangerous, including mountain wolves infected with rabies, invisible monsters that have killed more than a dozen wizards, and vampires who like to bite people everywhere...
Put them into the playing field, and whoever dies, the Death Eaters or these magical creatures, will really win.
In the evening of the fifth day, Narcissa and her son Draco were waiting outside the arena early.
Narcissa also thoughtfully brought Lucius' favorite caviar, honey-glazed pulled pork sandwich, and a bottle of 198 Penfolds Grange wine.
The two of them waited for a long time, and the sun was almost setting before Goyle and Crabbe limped out carrying a stretcher.
Draco saw Lucius at a glance, his face covered with blood, lying motionless on the stretcher. With tears in his eyes, he threw himself on the stretcher and howled:
"Dad, you died miserably. When I grow up, I will definitely avenge you. Just wait for me..."
Both Goyle and Crabbe were seriously injured, and now there was Draco lying on the stretcher. They couldn't support it, and when they let go, the stretcher fell to the ground.
