[HP] How to properly feed the savior

A few minutes later, Slughorn and he were seated in a cramped broom cupboard for a conversation.

"You need to talk to me, kid? Having trouble?" Slughorn surveyed his surroundings with dissatisfaction, and carefully sat down on an upside-down bucket. "I'd be happy to give you some sage advice."

He put protective magic around to prevent others from eavesdropping, and then turned to Slughorn, "I just need you to answer me one question, if the Horcruxes are not completely wiped out, Voldemort's main soul will never die? "

He looked at each other.Slughorn didn't expect him to make a sudden attack at all, and he froze there, his eyes widened, and all the answers were written on this old and fat face.

"Okay, I know the answer." He also sat down on the bucket and held his forehead, feeling that he was in an unprecedented crisis.

To destroy Voldemort, it is necessary to kill Harry and Riddle, destroy the four Horcruxes carried by Riddle, and then kill Nagini and the body of the main soul.If Voldemort was not destroyed, he would have to find another way to convince the Ministry of Magic to give up reviving the Queen.Just a moment before, he had been seriously considering that if only the elimination of Voldemort could prevent humanity from seeking its own death, he would not continue to be soft-hearted.It is much easier to kill a person than a group of people.

Now that Harry and Riddle had been added to the scales, he was beginning to feel unsure again.

"I know it's hard," Slughorn said tremblingly. "Harry was a good boy, he knew nothing of his fate. I saw the way he looked at Dumbledore, he believed him so much. Dumbledore used him to get me back, he used the boy as a tool, but all I saw in that child's eyes was purity. He had his mother's eyes, Lily's eyes, simply trusting others, too kind, too kind to trust Dumbledore and Riddle Such a man. Poor boy, they call him the Saviour, and he doesn't understand what it means."

"Only the two of us know about this?" He asked.

"Dumbledore doesn't know, I can assure you, I think that's why he was so eager to get me into the castle." Slughorn's eyes were a little protruding, looking like Luna when he was distracted, With a little madness. "The devil who mentioned his name also knows, I told him."

"He must not have realized the importance of this news, otherwise you would not have escaped his pursuit so easily." He looked deeply at Slughorn, "When did you tell him? This Riddle only has memories from before fifth grade."

"Sixth grade." Slughorn showed a look of enlightenment. "He made a Horcrux before asking me?"

"According to him, it was purely accidental."

"You're not going to tell anyone are you?" Slughorn looked at him suddenly nervously.

"No. Only the two of us know about this." He stood up and walked around in the broom cabinet, thinking about the question just now.

What would he do if the destruction of humanity could only be prevented by sacrificing Riddle and Harry?

Could he kill those he loved with his own hands for the greater good?

He thought back to the days when he stood on the podium.He was born for this, destined to decide who lives and who dies, and it is his duty to save humanity from extinction.However, he didn't know at the time that he was commanding a real war, and he could ruthlessly push people into the abyss of death like a machine.Now he wants to decide the life and death of two flesh and blood people, can he do it?

As long as it's the best option...

He closed his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was the scene of Riddle killing him.

Pushing open the door, he said to the people waiting outside, "I need to show you a piece of information, listen to your thoughts, and then make a decision. In order to ensure that you can understand, I need a wizard who understands Muggle technology For the presentation, I recommend Tom Riddle, and you can also choose Arthur Weasley. And I need to borrow the Pensieve from the Headmaster's office."

After a while, they regrouped in the Headmaster's office, with Dumbledore, Riddle, Mr. Weasley, and the two Ministry officials all watching him.

"I need to make sure that none of you, in any way, will give away what you see here." He put the memory in a small bottle.

"We can make an unbreakable oath." Dumbledore hypnotized the headmaster's paintings on the wall, "You come to bear witness."

After the vow was made, he poured the memory into the Pensieve, leading the group into his past memories.

"Welcome to the future world."

A group of wizards looked in shock at the high-rise buildings with extremely metallic textures around them. The suspension vehicle was speeding past in the sky, and people stood on automatic tracks and went to their destination in an orderly manner.There are not many vehicles on the bottom streets, and the earth's resources are limited, so private cars are greatly restricted.

"What you are seeing now is my memory when I was three years old, the earth more than 100 years later... 100 years later in another time and space. In this future, the Zerg found us, in a not-so-good way." He looked around Four weeks later, I found myself at the time, "There, this is a museum visit required by the government, which is a bit similar to patriotic education in Muggle elementary schools. We have to go up and take a suspension car."

He took the group of people by elevator to the station of the hover car.Arthur Weasley poked at the elevator button curiously, but it was just a memory and poking it had no effect.

"It's much prettier than the Ministry of Magic elevators." Mr. Weasley stroked the transparent glass walls of the elevator fascinatedly.

"If the minister is willing to allocate funds, we can change it." Cressway nodded in admiration, looking at the distant scenery. "It seems that Muggles will also evolve. Do you remember the old London, the smell, and the sky, you can't see the blue sky a few times a year, it's always gray. It looks pretty good now? Everywhere is clean, no dust, no smell."

"I remember very clearly that at the end of 52, many people died." Dumbledore looked around curiously, "Even wizards are not immune, and St. Mungo is helpless against this new type of symptom. Later, Muggles said yes The problem of air pollution, so many cars, factories, and more and more dense fireplaces are causing all this. It sounds strange that we are not dying from the threat of the Dark Lord, we are not dying from wars, but because of the invisible dust in the air And dying."

"This is America." He interrupted the group of Britons with emotion.

"You're an American, aren't you?" said Diggory with a touch of disdain. "You've chosen to give priority to the Americans over the British for the technology of the future."

"This way." He ignored the other party's cynicism, and led them to the station with a group of children in uniform. "That's me, the shorter one."

"You looked so much like a rag doll when you were young, so little." Riddle teased, "Of course, you look a lot like it now. Are you wearing military uniforms? It's so ugly, like Soviet clothes."

"It's just a school uniform. Although we also need to receive military training, everyone does. At this time, the Soviet Union is an ally of the United States. Even in the United States, many people admire Stalin, although even more people hate him." He told the group People explained, "In this future, the Soviet Union did not disintegrate. During the Brezhnev regime, the Zerg launched the first invasion, and it was the southern coastal areas of China that were hit hard. You will see later. In In your world, the first invasion did not happen, but the war in Afghanistan. The repeated setbacks of the Soviet Union in the Middle East became a precursor to the disintegration of this once invincible behemoth. However, in front of the Zerg, human beings call for unity, power, A call to unite against a common enemy."

"They don't like you, do they? Your classmates." After they got into the car with the rowdy kids, Riddle watched his past with interest.The others huddled together in twos and threes, joking loudly and talking about themselves.He sat alone on the seat, with his head down, playing with the tablet in his hand.Mr. Weasley squatted beside him, watching him play the game intently.

"They envy me and despise me," he said softly. "Have you noticed any difference between me and the other kids?" He pointed to the back of his neck.

"What's that?" Riddle narrowed his eyes.There was a flat disc, no bigger than a nickel, on which a small red light bulb for power was blinking.

"The monitor was implanted before I had any memory, and the end of it was connected to my nerves. The sights I saw and the sounds I heard were all recorded. They used this method to monitor me Every move I do, I watch me, and I watch people around me. When other people see this thing, they will stay away from me. No one likes to be watched."

"Who did such a thing?" Dumbledore observed the child next to him, "You are still so young."

"Military. International Combined Fleet. All children in the world will be tested by the military to check whether their IQ is qualified. Usually it starts from the parents, and those who carry specific genes will be recorded. If the IQ is sufficient, It will be implanted with such a monitor. The military needs to observe our growth process, create difficulties, stress, an unfriendly environment, and then observe our decision-making to see how we respond to these obstacles. They call this character The test. If you can pass the test, you can go to the best military school in the world. For us at that time, that was the greatest honor. But very few people can be selected. Considering the huge population of the earth, 1000 Not one in [-]. My older brother failed at five and my older sister had the monitor removed earlier at three. I wore it until I was six and was promoted into combat A school, a training base in geosynchronous orbit."

"Who gave the military such great power? Did no one protest? I thought Muggles paid great attention to the protection of human rights, and Muggles' laws protect the rights and interests of ordinary people." Dumbledore looked a little shocked.

"Maybe it is so in your world, but in this world, there are no human rights, no laws, only military orders. And for military orders, we have only one choice, and that is to obey."

"What does 'oldest' mean?" asked Mr. Weasley, looking up.

"That's what they call me, I'm the third child in the family." He looked at himself in the past.A message popped up on the computer to stop the game, and a few boys were not far away, climbing on the armrest of the back of the chair, laughing loudly at him.He turned off the message and continued the game just now, as if nothing happened.

"It doesn't look like a good name." Riddle looked at the children unhappily.

"It's really not." He nodded, "That's a slur, but to me, it deserves it. In this era, a couple can only have two children at most, and the third child It is illegal. The earth’s resources are limited. Letting this person live means that more people have no chance to live, but who decides who can live and who can’t? The third child is not allowed to live My birth was chartered by the military, and they thought my parents were likely to give birth to a qualified child. This means that if I cannot satisfy the military, I am not eligible to live.”

"You just let them treat you like this?" Riddle frowned. "Pretend nothing happened?"

"What can I do?" He looked at each other. "I'm not a wizard, I don't have any ability to protect myself, I don't have any ability to choose what I experience and what I don't experience. All I can do is accept everything that reality imposes on me."

The young female teacher leading the students finally counted the number of people.The suspension car closed the door, and started to move at a high speed, the scenery outside the window was blurred into a piece of gray.

"What a speed!" said Mr. Diggory, lying on his stomach and looking out of the window. "It's about the same as the Firebolt, isn't it? Muggles also invented something interesting."

"Mr Diggory, I think you have used a broom before, and you know what a good broom feels like when you start it," he said. I was thrown off. But when the car was started just now, none of these children were wearing seat belts, and some were still standing outside the seats. Did you see the phenomenon when the broom started on them?"

"No inertia!" Riddle immediately discovered the secret of this car. "How did this happen? It's completely unreasonable?"

"I don't know how this is done. There are too many things in the technology of our era that humans cannot understand, because they are not invented by humans, but come from other civilizations."

"I see!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed suddenly excitedly. "The graphics on this little board change according to your movements. This... well, Muggle flying machine, it's flight path is based on your movements. You tilt the board and it goes to Turn left. There are also these patterns, you click on them, and the corresponding effect will appear on the screen. Is this some kind of battle simulator? Who is playing your enemy? They are much more stupid than you."

"It's just a computer game, stand-alone, no one is my opponent, I'm fighting against AI." He guessed that Mr. Weasley couldn't understand, so he simply said, "It's just a computer program, and the enemy's actions are all predicted. They are set up and follow certain rules, so I can easily defeat them."

"Rule?" Mr. Weasley squatted back again, "I didn't see the rule?"

"Is this an aircraft?" Dumbledore also leaned over, "It looks like it's sailing in the water. Are those round things mines? It looks very close."

"That's space. The round ones are planets, like the earth under our feet and the moon in the sky. Those irregular ones are asteroids." He pointed to the picture on the screen, "This is according to the second invasion. The situation was simulated, and I didn't know why until a long time ago. We are still using nuclear weapons, using heat-seeking missiles, using beam weapons and static shields. You see, the nuclear weapons in Nagasaki can be easily destroyed on Earth. It’s just a small spark in space, and the nuclear weapons at this time are no longer comparable to those of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”

In the past he turned off the game.

"Why don't you play anymore?" Mr. Weasley was sweating profusely, "I just figured out a little way!"

"It's too boring. Most of the games, I just need to watch them for a while to grasp the pattern, and after playing a few times, there will be no more suspense." Except for the thinking game he played in the battle school, he later learned that, That's how the Zerg Queen communicated with him. "We're almost there."

The hover car slowed down until it came to a standstill.The door opened, and the children rushed out, chattering and clamoring, and lined up again under the stern stares of the uniformed officers standing outside.

"These children seem to worship the army." Dumbledore observed those children seriously, "Why is the army so powerful? It controls you in terms of politics, law, and ideology and culture? People seem to be Ruled by some kind of evil force, they live and work in peace and contentment on the surface, but they have actually lost the right to choose freely. What happened here?"

"You've figured it out, haven't you?" He smiled softly, "When Voldemort came back, Fudge stepped down, and Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, came into power. In the same way, we are in a war, and the army is The only hope for the people, who are willing to give everything to the military, is for the chance to survive."

"War? What war?" Mr. Diggory finally realized. "I think it's very peaceful here. People are doing well. If the wizarding world is peaceful like this, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

"The war against the Zerg." He raised his hand and pointed to a giant screen tens of meters high hanging on the outer wall of a tall building in the distance. "Its main battlefield is fifty light-years away, but it will determine whether human beings will be extinct or survive."