socalfunplaces Chapter 230 A Plan to Ambush Voldemort
Chapter 230 A Plan to Ambush Voldemort
Chapter 230 A Plan to Ambush Voldemort
Picking up where we left off, Rowena explained the crown's wondrous use. Harry, upon hearing this, exclaimed, his eyes wide, "Wow! Sister, that's truly astonishing! With just a word, years of hard study can be saved—such a convenient thing!"
Rowena shook her head and said, "Of course, you also need to have enough magic power to supply the crown's consumption."
"If the spell you want to learn is too advanced, and your magic reserves are insufficient, you can easily be drained."
Upon hearing this, Harry realized the significance of the crown and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister, your methods are truly remarkable! No wonder the martial arts world says that 'those who wear this crown can perceive the true wisdom of heaven and earth.' So the secret lies within this!"
After hearing this, Rowena remained silent for a long time, only gazing at the crown thoughtfully before asking, "Can learning existing knowledge be considered true wisdom?"
"Those are just some magical techniques—"
Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Huh! This is strange! My sister created this acquired treasure herself, but we don't recognize it as true wisdom."
Just then, he suddenly remembered how Helena had distracted him with the crown, and said, "This crown hasn't shown its true power yet. Could it be that it hasn't found a master to wear it yet?"
Upon hearing this, Rowena threw the crown at Harry, "Then you try it on."
"Don't worry, I've already destroyed the remnant soul that Voldemort was attached to."
Harry reached out and took the crown, then paused, surprised by what he heard, and asked doubtfully, "Was this crown made especially for me by my sister?"
"Yes, I found the forbidden spell I left inside. No one but you can activate it."
Harry felt a surge of warmth in his heart, as if he had drunk a cup of hot rice wine, and said, flattered, "If you say that, then even you, sister, cannot use it."
Rowena tilted her head back, a thoughtful look on her face. "I'm also wondering why I did this; it's not like me at all—"
She pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she waved her hand haphazardly, "Never mind, maybe I had my period while I was making the crown."
Harry was embarrassed by these words, unsure whether to respond or not, so he kept quiet.
He simply put the crown on his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Rowena, and said, "Please, sister, use a spell that I have never been taught before, so that I may see it and learn from it."
Rowena nodded slightly, pointed at the desk, and whispered, "Turn it upside down."
As soon as the incantation ended, a piece of parchment on the table, printed with many ink footprints, suddenly floated in mid-air, trembling precariously.
She laughed and said, "This is a little trick I've recently been researching. Although it's not very useful right now, I think it has a lot of potential."
Harry glanced at the parchment and thought to himself: There must be at least a dozen spells that can make things float, but I wonder which one my sister used.
After thinking for a moment, he concentrated his mind and shouted, "Crown, add points!"
The moment the thought arose, the crown on top suddenly burst forth with blue light.
Harry felt his magic power gushing out like water bursting from a dam; even ten Star-Absorbing Techniques at once wouldn't be as ruthless.
As he was still in shock, the scene of Rowena casting the spell flashed slowly through his mind frame by frame.
How the finger was pointed, how the incantation manifested, how the demonic script flowed—all these subtle details were instantly revealed.
Once the magic within him had stopped leaking, Harry caught his breath, drew his wand, pointed it at the desk, and uttered "Upside Down."
As soon as the incantation ended, the entire desk lifted three inches off the ground like a feather, its four legs detached from the ground, swaying precariously in mid-air.
Harry clicked his tongue in amazement. "Sister, you're really something! You called it a minor spell, but this curse almost drained thirty percent of my magic power!"
"So, do you understand this spell?"
Harry said, "If you don't learn it wrong, the beauty of this spell is that it makes the object lose its gravitational pull."
"To be able to render the natural order of things ineffective, sister truly deserves the title of 'the wisest woman throughout history'!"
These words struck a nerve with Rowena. She raised an eyebrow slightly, but still managed to suppress the corners of her mouth, feigning nonchalance as she said, "It's just some self-created magic; any normal person could do it."
"Alright, go to sleep with your crown on. I want to read a little longer."
As soon as she finished speaking, the books that were missing corners and broken spines, which had been trying to dodge, hurriedly rushed towards her knees, as if afraid of being beaten again if they fell.
Harry didn't get up, but instead clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Sister, wait a moment, I have something important to ask you."
Rowena, who had already turned around, turned halfway back upon hearing this, raising her eyebrows slightly and asking, "What's the problem?"
"I've heard that you possess prophetic abilities, sister. But where does that ability to foresee the future originate?"
"Even if it is truly a gift from heaven, there must be a reason and source for it."
That was a tricky question, hitting the nail on the head. Without hesitation, Rowena shook her head.
"have no idea."
"I was not a prophet before, and I have never had any talent for prophecy."
"About two years ago, I got into a conflict with a group of court wizards employed by Muggle nobles. After killing them all, I discovered that I knew prophecy."
Harry was even more alarmed and suspicious after hearing these words, thinking to himself: Damn it! These strange things are like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one thing stops and another begins.
He pondered the matter several times, but still couldn't make sense of it. He then put away his crown, bid farewell to Rowena, and returned to his dormitory to rest.
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Harry went to the headmaster's office to discuss the plan for the Albanian forest with Dumbledore and Liu Tao.
Both sides, after careful consideration, reached the same conclusion: it was not advisable to act rashly at this moment.
It turned out that Voldemort had never revealed his true form, and no one could say for sure when he would show himself.
Even if they do show themselves, capturing this slippery, mud-eel-like demon will require deploying troops and laying a net.
Since Voldemort went to such great lengths to lure Harry into the woods, he will surely show himself at the appointed time.
Therefore, both old men had to be patient and wait until a few days before the final battle of the three-way competition before sneaking into the forest to ambush the enemy and trap them like turtles in a jar.
Harry agreed, finding it reasonable.
For the next few days, Harry wore the crown and went around seeking out people to learn spells from. From forbidden spells that could split mountains and shatter rocks to petty tricks, if someone knew them, he would approach them and ask for instruction. It's true that having many skills is never a burden.
Unexpectedly, within three to five days, Rowena came back and took the crown back.
She said things like, "This crown is still somewhat dangerous, Voldemort's remnant soul hasn't been completely destroyed," making it sound very serious, but in reality, she had another plan in mind.
It turns out that Rowena was too lazy to study magic runes, so he decided to simply copy the design of an existing crown.
This saves a lot of effort and achieves a perfect resemblance, making it a very cheap deal.
However, this crown is ultimately a delicate mechanism. Even if it is drawn in the same way, the structure of the magic runes and the flow of magic power inside still need to be carefully studied day and night.
It wasn't until five days before the Triwizard Tournament final that Rowena called Harry from the library and threw the tiara back to him.
"I've finished the spell pattern for the crown; from now on, it's completely yours."
Harry accepted the crown and laughed, "Sister, this treasure came at just the right time!"
"When I win the championship and meet Voldemort in the Albanian Black Forest, I'll have more useful tools."
"Ah—I don't mind you using it, but you have to be careful," Rowena warned. "Be careful that the knowledge of the spells you learn is too advanced and drains your magic power."
Harry nodded repeatedly, carefully put away the crown, and turned to leave.
He had only taken a few steps when suddenly a wisp of white smoke appeared, and a house-elf appeared in the distance. The elf bowed to him and said that Dumbledore had invited him.
Harry immediately turned around and headed straight for the headmaster's office.
Upon arriving, I pushed open the door and entered, only to find the room filled with shadowy figures.
Harry looked around and saw mostly professors from the school, but not far away there was a conspicuous person with fiery red hair.
Upon closer inspection, the man was winking at him; it was none other than Ron, the daredevil!
Harry was startled and found a seat. Dumbledore was still nodding people around.
"Me, Tao, Severus, Philius, and Mr. Ron Weasley."
"This is the list of people I plan to send to the Albanian forests."
"Of course, some old friends from the Order of the Phoenix are also willing to help me with this. Like Kingsley, Sirius, Remus, and the others."
As soon as he finished speaking, Moody suddenly stomped his prosthetic leg on the stone bricks and shouted like thunder.
"Dumbledore, what do you mean by that? Do you think I'm too old?"
"Don't let my age fool you, I can still eat three steaks in one meal!"
"Oh, my dear Alastor," Dumbledore shook his head and chuckled, "you know, I need to find someone to keep an eye on Grindelwald."
"You are the most decisive, the most righteous, and the most daring person I know."
"No one is more suitable to do this than you."
Lockhart hurriedly poked his golden head out from the corner and exclaimed, "Ah! What a pity, I was also planning to go and meet that mysterious guy, but I have to work as Alastor's assistant—"
He shouted loudly, but no one paid any attention to him.
Liu Tao reached for his holster on his waist again, turned to Dumbledore and nodded slightly, "Albus, I'd be happy to help you with this."
Dumbledore remained silent for a moment, then politely declined, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Tao. But we need a strong ally to fight Voldemort and his ambush."
Upon hearing this, Moody clenched his arms even tighter around his chest, exhaling two streams of foul air from his nostrils.
"Yes, my magical skills are definitely far inferior to Mr. Liu's!"
"They're not even as good as Death Eaters!"
Snape's face twitched, and he glanced at Moody coldly, saying, "We've gathered here today to discuss how to capture the Dark Lord."
"If you continue to discuss topics unrelated to the meeting, I don't mind personally kicking you out."
Moody grabbed the bottle from his waist, took a swig, and twisted his muscular face into a menacing grin. "I haven't rolled around since I lost a leg!"
Seeing the two locked in a fierce argument, the surrounding crowd rushed to intervene. One pulled at their sleeve, another grabbed their arm, and the office instantly erupted into a noisy commotion.
Harry, his eyes pounding from the noise, abruptly leaped onto his desk and yelled, "What's all this noise about! It's like a cacophony of chickens and geese!"
"Anyone who disagrees, anyone who harbors resentment, come out and fight me three hundred rounds!"
Although Moody was a hot-tempered man, he knew that Scarface was a master of magic and possessed many strange arts, so he knew he would never get the better of him.
He just snorted again, turned his face away, and said nothing more.
Snape was about to retort, but seeing Dumbledore slightly shake his head at him, he finally swallowed his words and fell silent.
Seeing that the two had fallen silent, Harry then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Dumbledore and said, "Professor, there is still one thing I don't understand. Why must you take my brother Ron along?"
"Ah, Mr. Weasley's magical abilities aren't much worse than the Professor's, are they?"
"And that magic wand in his hand is very useful for clearing out Death Eaters."
After listening and thinking it over, Harry realized that it made sense, so he nodded and said, "If you put it that way, I was short-sighted."
After saying that, he turned over and sat down.
Seeing that no one had any further objections, Dumbledore changed the subject and began to talk about the ambush plan.
He planned to have his group ambush the Black Forest of Albania three days before the final of the three-way championship.
The key to concealment lies entirely with Harry; he must use that deceptive technique to create a false image to fool others.
Dumbledore muttered to himself, detailing when they would set off, how they would ambush them, and how they would provide support, breaking down each and every detail clearly.
After speaking, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then looked around at everyone and said, "That's all the arrangements. Do you have any other questions?"
Harry clasped his hands in a fist salute first, "Professor, your arrangements are absolutely flawless, without the slightest mistake. I have complete faith in you."
Lockhart, seizing the opportunity, exclaimed, "That's right, that's what I think too!"
There was no one else present, and everyone nodded in agreement without uttering a word of protest.
Seeing that everything was settled, Dumbledore nodded slightly, but then fixed his gaze on Harry and said solemnly, "Harry, although we will set up an ambush in advance, you still have to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy."
"If Voldemort decides whether he reveals himself based on whether the Portkey Trophy is activated—then we might need you to take some risks."
Harry laughed heartily. "I saw the professor looked so serious, I thought it was some earth-shattering affair, but it turns out it's just such a trivial matter!"
"Let alone risking my life, even if it means certain death, I will not hesitate to slay that scoundrel Voldemort!"
His words were truly moving, and all the professors in the room were deeply moved by his willingness to risk everything.
Lockhart, watching intently from the corner, felt his heart and soul captivated, secretly regretting that he couldn't utter such heroic words.
Dumbledore nodded upon hearing this and then dismissed the crowd.
Once the room was empty and quiet, he suddenly called out to Harry, "Harry, there's something else I want to tell you."
Harry turned around, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Professor, please speak freely."
Dumbledore pondered for a moment before speaking: "The final of the Triwizard Tournament is very important. The organizers allow the warriors' relatives to be invited to watch the final, even if they are Muggles."
Would you like to invite your aunt and uncle?