Chapter 744 - 291: The Death Eaters Must Be Wiped Out, But Not Completely (Part 2)
Chapter 744: Chapter 291: The Death Eaters Must Be Wiped Out, But Not Completely (Part 2)
Damn it, you useless trash, you can’t even handle one kid? Go eat shit!
"Obviously." Harry said to the already dumbfounded Miss Melop with a sunny smile, "Voldemort not only lied to you, he wouldn’t even share the most important intel with you... So I might as well understand it this way: he wanted to use my hand to kill you, to get rid of you, his little disaster."
"That’s impossible." Miss Melop said unwillingly, "Things haven’t even been decided yet, how could he do that!"
"But that’s the reality. Anyway, my patience is limited." Harry twirled the Scythe of Death in a flashy flourish, then smiled at Miss Melop and said, "Looks like that old saying from Sirius really does make sense—’Born a son, raise him and he turns into a daughter.’ I wonder how Melop Gaunt would feel if she saw her son has actually become a daughter now—oh, and she even inherited her mother’s name, wahahaha..."
Miss Melop took a deep breath; she admitted that one kind of broke through her defenses.
"But you can’t kill me, Harry." A red light flashed in her eyes. "Maybe you can erase me in your Spiritual World, but you can’t kill me..."
"Why?" Harry asked, utterly unhurried.
"You don’t seriously think I didn’t make Soul Artifacts, do you?" Miss Melop snorted, "Of course, maybe they can’t really be called Soul Artifacts, hmm... Anyway, you can do it now. This time, I admit I’ve lost."
"Then can I ask you a few questions?" Harry asked.
"Ask away. Whether I answer or not depends on my mood." Miss Melop smiled slyly.
"About your business in the United States, what exactly are you stirring up over there?" Harry squinted as he asked.
"No comment." Miss Melop answered instantly.
"We’re supposed to be friends, Melop." Harry went on, "The Scythe of Death is seriously hot property; the fact you can get hold of something like this means your source has to be a pretty big deal... & So, why don’t you tell me about it, huh... Legiliments (Mind Reading)!"
However, he didn’t read anything—just blankness.
Looked like before invading Harry’s Spiritual World, this Melop had wiped her own brain clean.
"You can’t read my thoughts!" Miss Melop sneered over and over, clearly taking a non-violent, non-cooperative stance.
Harry didn’t bother arguing. With a single thought, Miss Melop turned to ash within his Spiritual World.
After that, he withdrew from the Spiritual World, the Scythe of Death still in his hand.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Vivi’s worried gaze.
"How is it? Harry? How do you feel?"
"I feel pretty good," Harry said cheerfully, handing the Scythe of Death to Vivi. "Look, this is the loot I picked up—supposedly the scythe the Death God once used."
"Not bad." Vivi didn’t even look at the scythe; instead she cupped Harry’s face in both hands and asked softly, "You’re really okay? Harry? You just passed out, I was scared to death..."
"I’m fine." Harry patted his chest. "Just a bit of a mental attack, that’s all. Melop... oh, that was the escaped soul fragment of Voldemort—she invaded my Spiritual World, and then I counter-killed her. That’s all there was to it."
"That’s all?" Vivi asked.
"Of course." Harry smiled, turned his head, and realized he was lying on a warm bed.
When he lifted his head, he saw the Milky Way.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Great Hangleton." Dumbledore’s voice came from nearby; there was a locket in his hand.
It was Slytherin’s locket.
"Is that Voldemort’s Soul Artifact?" Harry asked with interest.
"Yes." Dumbledore sighed. "But Voldemort managed to escape. All he left behind was this Soul Artifact that’s already lost its Soul Fragment. I think he must have absorbed his own Soul Fragment and fled again."
"That’s not impossible." Harry said to Dumbledore. "But that’s not the main point. What about his Death Eater lackeys?"
"Not a single one got away. I’ve already summoned the Aurors to come arrest them." Dumbledore said with a genial smile. "Quite the big event, Harry—we’ve practically wiped out the Death Eaters in one go... Mm, for now, with only Voldemort himself escaping, that’s acceptable. After all, if it’s just one Voldemort left, the trouble he can stir up is definitely far less than if he had a whole gang of Death Eaters with him."
That was the truth; Harry nodded in agreement.
He’d gained the Scythe of Death and gotten word that Melinda Riddle had returned; overall, he’d come out ahead.
"In the Thought Space I tried to read Melop’s memories," Harry went on, "but all I got was a blank. Why is that?"
"Maybe because that wasn’t her main soul." Vivi said, then felt she’d said something wrong and asked, "Should I be saying he, or she?"
"She, I guess." Harry spread his hands. "Melop told me it’s child’s play for a Wizard to change sex. She’s tired of living as a man; living as a woman makes it easy to hide, and that’s the life she wants."
"That’s disgusting." Vivi said with distaste.
"Anyway." Harry got off the bed, and the bed turned into an inconspicuous little stone. "I think we should go back now, right? Everyone’s probably sick of waiting. The Triwizard Tournament cup? Where is it?"
"Right over there." Dumbledore pointed at the cup. "It’s still in its Door Key state. If you pick it up again, it’ll send you straight to the center of the grounds."
At the end, Dumbledore added, "As for what happened today, I’ll have to give Fudge a brief account. Whether he believes it or not, he needs to understand that Voldemort is back."
"I suggest you take those Death Eaters and give Rita Skeeter a heads-up as well." Harry gave a mysterious smile. "I think Lady Skitt will definitely be interested in these Death Eaters, don’t you agree, Professor Dumbledore?"
Professor Dumbledore turned to glance at Harry and nodded with a smile.
Harry was right—sometimes the power of the media is the real invisible hand.
This battle had indeed yielded results; Voldemort losing yet another Soul Artifact was definitely something to be happy about.
After Dumbledore left, Harry suddenly turned to Vivi and asked, "Hold on, I remember you’d all prepared everything. So how did you still let Voldemort get away?"
"Oh..." Vivi suddenly turned her face away and said evasively, "I think you should hurry back first, Harry, don’t keep everyone waiting too long..."
"Vivi!" Harry said seriously. "I want to know what just happened. Don’t keep things from me, okay?"
Vivi turned back, her violet eyes gazing at Harry gently.
"All right, since you’re asking..."
"After discussion, we all agreed that not completely wiping out Voldemort is actually the best option."
"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled, though he already had a basic answer in his heart.
"The Death Eaters need to be purged, but not entirely." Vivi said with a faint smile. "I’m sure Mr. Old Malfoy must have taught you that, right? It’s part of political science too."
Harry suddenly got it; he remembered the lesson Mr. Septimus had given him—something called ’maintaining an enemy for one’s own leverage.’
"You political types really have filthy minds..." he said with feeling.