Assassins in the Wizarding World.
Quick Note – I have an important announcement I want to mention, and it involves about the part chapters I'm making for Harry vs Khione (Part Three) I have decided to stop doing that and make a new chapter since I'm pretty sure you guys are getting tired of reading the same chapter repeatedly. So, here is a new chapter for you all to enjoy.
Enjoy the chapter.
Chapter Eighteen: Questioning Riddle.
(At Hogwarts; With the Crowd)
Everyone's breath in Europe became hitched when Harry said the Elemental Move that would give him the ability to walk again. After a moment, the icy blue glow in Harry's hands vanished and a great deal of tense silence was in the atmosphere as they watched Harry stared at his legs with an unreadable look on his face.
"Well, did it work?" Cho asked, clearly desperate to see if the Elemental Move worked or not.
"Let's just wait and see, Cho," Leone replied, not taking her eyes off Harry's screen. 'I really hope it works. Harry needs his legs if he wants to win the Elemental Trials.'
"If Harry's Elemental Move works and he can walk again, that would just be super incredible." Susan said, also not taking her eyes off Harry's screen. 'Please, let the Elemental Move work. Please, Elemental Move work. Please, let the Elemental Move work.'
The crowd continued to watch Harry stared at his legs, the tense silence growing even more, before he suddenly summoned two ice daggers in his hands and stabbed both of his legs, causing the Wizarding World to gasp or scream loudly.
"WHAT IS HE DOING?!" Minerva screamed from seeing what Harry was doing to his legs, causing everyone around her to cover their ears. "IS HE TRYING TO FURTHER INJURE HIMSELF?!"
"I think Harry is testing to see if the Elemental Move worked, Minerva," Dumbledore replied, trying to calm the woman down.
"But why would he stab himself when he could've just used his hands?! That's better than stabbing himself!"
"The reason why he did it was because Harry wanted to see if the ice bones are sturdy enough, Minerva," Madam Pomfrey explained, getting the Wizarding World's attention. "The difference between normal bones and ice bones is that normal bones can break easily, while ice bones can become sturdy enough to not break. And since Harry said the Elemental Move in his Elemental Form, which the form gives him a huge power boost, I would say that the ice bones are going to be very hard to break."
That last statement caused the Wizarding World to become amazed and they began to wonder what else Harry has to show them.
'I never thought Harry would his ice powers to recreate the bones he vanished instead of cutting them off and replacing the flesh with ice legs. That's quite cunning of him to do that.' Esdeath thought, deeply impressed with Harry's thinking, even though she was a bit glum that her son was able to surpass her with something she couldn't do. 'I wouldn't even do that if the bones in my arm vanished; I would just recreate an arm that's made of ice. What else are you going to surprised me with, Harry?'
(With Harry)
'It worked; the Elemental Move fucking worked,' Harry thought with disbelief, as he pulled the ice daggers he summoned out of his legs and vanished them with a wave of his hand. Another wave of his hand caused bandages to wrap around the two wounds he created. 'I now have ice bones in my legs. I had doubts about the Elemental Move at first, I was scared it wasn't going to work and I would have forfeit, but it seems I don't have to worry anything at all. Now, let's test my legs out by stretching first before I stand up.'
Before Harry can stretch his legs, however, he needed to see if the legs would respond to him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk. To start with, he tried to see if he can curl his toes downwards and to his relief, they curled downwards. When he was done curling his toes, Harry proceeded on the next step of moving his legs around by moving them side to side, wanting to make sure the legs would respond to him and like the toes, the legs responded to him.
Now that Harry has gotten used to his legs responding to him, it was time for the last step: Standing up and walk around. But since Harry was a bit hesitate to stand up, he summoned two ice golems that help him stand up from the ground, which he was thankful for before he vanished them. He then summoned an ice staff for a crutch to balance himself if he falls and after taking a deep breath, he started to walk around. It was slow at first, but it soon became faster and faster until Harry decided to ditch the ice staff and run around in a blur.
"Okay, now that my legs are working again, I'm back in action!" Harry exclaimed with triumph in his voice, as he came to a complete stop from running around. His legs were in perfect condition for not only to jump from platform to platform but to run around to dodge any dangers, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself for his thinking. Maybe he should've went into Slytherin when he first came to Hogwarts.
A cracking sound caused Harry to look over at the still frozen Riddle and he saw a visible small crack in the middle of Riddle's body, which told Harry that the Dark Lord was furiously trying to become unfrozen. Sighing a bit, the Ice Elemental began walking towards the frozen Riddle, summoning an ice baseball bat in his hand as he walked. He didn't bother grabbing his sword since he won't need it. When he was closed enough, he bent his upper body forward until he was right in Riddle's face.
"Let me give you a word of advice, Riddle, even though you can't hear me," Harry whispered quietly. "Don't gloat when you have me pinned down, don't tortured me when you want to kill and don't let your temper get better of you. Just kill me when you have the chance. It's enough for me to not take you seriously." Harry took a step backwards and positioned the baseball bat on his shoulder, ready to swing it. "Well, I don't have regrets what I'm about to do. So…goodbye, Riddle."
Just when Harry was about to swing the baseball bat at Riddle, a sudden thought came to his mind, making him pause. It was about what Khione said when he asked her to summon Riddle.
"If I do summon him, I'll have to make the version of Riddle from your scar since he placed a piece of Dark magic in it."
'The version of Riddle from my scar. Could Khione be talking about the time when Riddle came to my house and tried to kill me?' Harry thought with a pensive look on his face, throwing the baseball bat away from him. 'If what she said was true, then this might be a good time to get answers I want to know and figure out what this Dark magic is that's in my scar. Not to mention, figure out why Riddle wants me dead. But the problem is, how I am going to get answers if I don't have the Truth Potion? Could it be possible I can ask Khione for the potion? Let's try it.'
"Hey, Khione! Can you hear me?!" Harry called out, looking around. "Khione!"
"You don't need to shout, Harry, I can hear you perfectly well," Khione's voice echoed around the battlefield Harry was in. "What is it that you want?"
"Can you summon a supply of Truth Potions for me? I want to questioned Riddle."
"Why do you want to questioned Riddle when he's not the real one?"
"It's because of what you said when you were about to summon him. The version of Riddle. That statement got me thinking. If this Riddle I'm facing is the one who started the Wizarding World but kept his original appearance before he changed looks, then this Riddle would have knowledge I can used against the real one and he would answer the questions I want to know."
"That's…actually quite a good idea, Harry, I'm impressed with your thinking. But what makes you think Riddle would answer your questions? Even under the Truth Potion, he'll never talk; he'll just resists."
A very cold and sadistic smile appeared on Harry's face, a smile that caused the battlefield to darken so much Harry's sky-blue eyes began to glow. "Oh, Riddle will talk, Khione, we just need to give him a good…beating for him to submit."
If Khione was greatly disturbed by Harry's smile, she didn't voice it out but granted him the supply of Truth Potions, which Harry pocketed in his trousers before summoning his sword towards him with a wave of his hand and catching it with ease. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Riddle, but the first thing he needs to do is getting the Dark Lord into a position where he won't be able to use his Elemental powers. That's the last thing Harry needs; an Elemental trying to break free from interrogation.
'This could take a bit for me to figure out how I'm going to force Riddle into a position he won't be able to use his powers, so I better start thinking of a plan.' Harry thought, as he sat cross-leg on the ground and began to think, not before adding a bit of magic on Riddle's frozen form that caused the crack to repair itself.
(Back at Hogwarts; With the Crowd)
"I'm not sure I should approve Harry's plan or be scared because of that smile on his face," Hermione stated, feeling shivers running down her spine. She had lost count of the times she felt shivers run down her spine and she really didn't want to remember them.
"Putting the smile aside, I think Harry's plan is a very good idea," Akame said, wholeheartedly supporting Harry's idea of questioning Riddle. "Not only he would get answers he wants, but Harry can figure out what this Dark magic is that resides in his scar."
Akame wasn't the only one agreed with Harry's plan. Everyone in Europe was wholeheartedly agreed with Harry's plan, wanting to know more about the Dark Lord who had fooled them for many years, especially a certain country who had to deal with the said Dark Lord, except the Death Eaters. They were very, very nervous of their master being questioned by Potter of all people and if their master reveals his secrets to the world, then their lives, along with their children's, are over. They, the Death Eaters, would be transported to Azkaban for life!
"I agree with Akame," Tatsumi seconded, supporting Harry's plan but saw a flaw in it. "But there is a problem in Harry's plan: How is he going to detained Riddle for questioning?"
"Maybe he'll put a Full Body-Bind on Riddle?" Hannah suggested.
"Won't work, Miss Abbot, Riddle will free himself with his Elemental powers," Esdeath replied, hearing the conversation and shooting the idea down.
"What about putting suppressed magic cuffs on Riddle?" Cho suggested, getting thoughtful looks from everyone. "That would be very useful since it can put a block on Riddle's magic and he won't be able to use magic, including his Elemental powers."
"Harry doesn't know about the cuffs since he never heard of them before," Daphne bluntly replied, shooting the most useful idea down. "And even if he did know, he doesn't know what they look like."
"Well, does anyone have good ideas?" Leone asked with annoyance in her voice.
"I say Potter should take a leaf out of the Death Eater's book and tortured Riddle until he's in submission." Moody stated, getting shocked looks from everyone at Hogwarts.
"Alastor! That's a horrible idea!" Dumbledore said with a bit of harsh in his voice. "Why would Harry use torture methods?"
"It's the only way to submit Riddle, Albus, and if I'm honest with myself, Potter wouldn't even be in trouble if he did it. Riddle is nothing more than a creature, a rabid beast beyond human that needs to be put down."
"I agree, Riddle is a creature that cared nothing about human nature, not even his supposed 'friends'," Minerva seconded, remembering the times Riddle, along with his Death Eaters, killed a lot of people during the First Wizarding World with no remorse or guilt.
Everyone in Europe nodded their heads in agreement, agreeing with Moody's and Minerva's statements, except some of the Slytherins who believe about the Blood Status. They had learned, from their own sources, that the Dark Lord was nothing more than a rabid beast who likes killing people and ending Pureblood lines in Britain. They didn't understand why the Dark Lord was killing people, but they were hoping to get answers when Harry questions him under the Truth Potion.
Dumbledore wanted to argue about Tom being human instead of a creature but decided to against it since he was sure no one was going to listen to him. In fact, he was sure no one was going to listen to him anymore after what he said about Harry. About him becoming a Dark Lord.
'I wouldn't really kill Harry if he was on a dark path, I would've just talk to him to make him understand, but it seems I said the wrong choice of words.' Dumbledore thought with an inward wince. 'This may tarnish my reputation a bit.'
(Back with Harry)
'Come on, Potter, how hard can it be to figure out how to submit Riddle into a position he can't resist, even though he currently is?' Harry thought, as he continued to think of a plan of submitting Riddle, even he did have one. All he had to do was unfreeze Riddle's face and questioned him. 'Apparently, it's that hard since I'm coming up with nothing.' A tired sigh left Harry's mouth as he placed a hand over his face. 'This is just not my day at all. Not only I'm garbage of coming up with plans, but I'm getting my ass kicked by Riddle and he's just a memory! Why can't things be easier to me?!'
Harry felt a wave of frustration inside him when he thought of that last part but squashed it down. 'You know what? I'm just going to unfreeze Riddle's face and questioned him. It's the only plan I got, but to be on the safe side, I'll cut off the arms and summon two golems that can crush Riddle when I'm done questioning him.'
With that plan in mind, Harry stood up from the ground and walked over to the frozen Riddle. As he walked, he summoned two ice golems that were holding giant hammers in their hands and ordered them to stand on each side of Riddle but not kill him. The ice golems did what they were told, and they were currently leering down at Riddle. Once Harry reached Riddle, he raised his sword up with both hands and swiftly cut off the arms, causing a large amount of blood to gush out the stump and onto the ground.
The sight of seeing Riddle armless and bleeding heavily caused Harry to grin widely and he was considering leaving Riddle like that, but he needed answers, so he reluctantly raised a glowing icy blue hand up to freeze the bleeding. He then raised the hand he used towards Riddle's face and began unfreezing it. The process of unfreezing a person takes a bit of time and could cause the person to get hypothermia at the end, but Harry couldn't care less what happens to Riddle and he wanted to get answers, whether Riddle is in a bad condition or a good condition.
After a few minutes, Harry managed to unfreeze Riddle's face and took a step back as Riddle began coughing and shivering violently. He made no move to even warm up the Dark Lord.
"P-P-Potter!" Riddle stuttered out, his teeth chattering horribly from how cold he was. "Y-you s-son of a-a bitch! W-w-when I get m-my hands o-on you, I-I will-" Riddle didn't get to finish what he was saying because Harry took out one of the Truth Potion's from his trousers, walked over to him, forcefully grabbed his chin, tilted his head up and pour three drops in his mouth. Riddle tried to spit it out, but Harry quickly closed his mouth and shook him until he swallowed it, causing his crimson-red eyes to become glazed.
"What is your name?" Harry asked, deciding to ask a few basic questions before asking the main questions.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Riddle replied in a monotone voice.
"What status are you in the Wizarding World?"
"A Half-blood."
Satisfied that the Truth Potion was working, Harry began the interrogation and started with one of the main questions he wanted to know. "Why is it that you're trying to kill me when I was a baby?"
"Because there exists a prophecy between you and me. A prophecy that speaks one of the two candidates who is destined to defeat me."
'That's the reason Riddle wants to kill me when I was a baby? Because of a prophecy?' Harry thought with shock, finding it hard to believe that a prophecy of all things was the reason why Riddle wants him dead. He never really believed in prophecies anymore since he dropped Divination after getting his body healed, but if this prophecy was the reason why Riddle wanted him dead, then Harry needs to learn the contents of it and use that said content against the Dark Lord. But before he can ask that question, he needed to know who the other candidate is.
"Who is the other candidate of this prophecy?" Harry asked, feeling a wave of sympathy for the other candidate.
"Neville Longbottom." Riddle replied.
"Neville?" Harry was shocked that Neville was the other candidate of this prophecy. Neville wouldn't be able to survive at all if he went against Riddle, he would be killed instantly. "Why is Neville a candidate?"
"The prophecy spoke of two boys who are born at the end of the seventh month and born from those managed to defy me three times during the First Wizarding War. Those people were the Potter's and the Longbottom's."
"Why did you choose me when you would've chosen Neville since he's a Pureblood?"
"The reason why I chose you, Potter, was because I wanted a Half-blood rival, not a Pureblood since they are weak, pathetic, spineless cowards and very easy to manipulate. I wanted a rival who can share my pain of being alone and neglected, being raised and abused by filthy Muggles and seeing the world black and white. That's the reason why I chose you as my rival."
Harry was silent as he absorbed the information he learned. There was a prophecy about him and Riddle, a prophecy that speaks one of the two boys who are destined to defeat the Dark Lord, and he was only one who could survive against him. Harry won't lie, he had encountered Riddle three times in a row and that was huge accomplishment, not even Auror's can survive against Riddle.
'I would've called bullshit about the prophecy and protest about being the wrong one, but I'm starting to believe it,' Harry thought, grudgingly accepting the fact that he was one to kill the Dark Lord. 'I mean, what other reason could there be for Riddle trying to kill me? It can't be because of what I did to him that night. I have to learn the contents of this prophecy.' It was then Harry noticed Riddle was starting to come out of the Truth Potion, which caused him to pour another three drops in Riddle's mouth.
"Do you know the rest of the prophecy, Riddle?" Harry asked, wanting the know the contents of the prophecy.
"No, I don't know the rest of it but only the first sentence." Riddle replied.
"How can you not know when you're supposed to know everything?" Harry asked that question in a mocking tone.
Riddle seemed angry when Harry asked that question, which was shown on his face, despite being under the Truth Potion. "Because one of my Death Eaters got discovered and had to leave before he can be taken in."
Riddle's reply instantly caught Harry's attention. A Death Eater knows the prophecy? If so, who told Riddle about it? "Who knows about the prophecy?"
"Albus Dumbledore, the one who spoke the prophecy, Severus Snape and me."
While Harry was surprised Dumbledore knew about the prophecy but didn't tell him about it, he was more surprised that Snape also knew it, which caused a weird feeling to suddenly appear in Harry's chest. He didn't like what he was going hear next.
"Why does Snape know about the prophecy?" Harry asked, as the weird feeling in his chest grew more.
"Because it was Severus Snape that told me the prophecy and it was Snape that led me to the Potter's so that I can kill them."
Harry was aware of the weird feeling in his chest grew more from each passing second but wasn't aware of the trauma he was experiencing. The world around him was fading out of existence until it was a blur, his eyes were widening to the size of dinner plates, a bit of cold sweat was falling down his face, his hands were shaking, and his breathing become heavy and labor. He felt his whole body became numb and that caused him to collapse backwards on the ground. But Harry wasn't aware of collapsing because he was still repeating the words Riddle said in his mind.
"Because it was Severus Snape that told me the prophecy and it was Snape that led me to the Potter's so that I can kill them."
"Because it was Severus Snape that told me the prophecy and it was Snape that led me to the Potter's so that I can kill them."
"Because it was Severus Snape that told me the prophecy and it was Snape that led me to the Potter's so that I can kill them."
'Snape…was the one who told Riddle about the prophecy?' Harry numbly thought, still feeling shocked coursing over his entire body. 'And he was the one who led Riddle to my parents' demise?' Harry knew Snape hated him because of what James Potter did to him during their school days, but he didn't know the man hated Harry that much to the point where he wanted the Potter family dead. 'I can't believe it…I just can't believe that Snape told Riddle about the prophecy…and tried to have me killed.'
(A Few Minutes Earlier; Back at Hogwarts; With the Crowd)
"How long is Harry going to think of a plan to detain Riddle?" Hermione asked, as the crowd continued to watch Harry think of a plan.
"Well, Harry did detain Riddle, Hermione, he just needs to make sure Riddle doesn't use his Elemental powers." Leone replied, seeing that Harry has Riddle trapped but needs to figure out how to make sure the Dark Lord doesn't use his powers.
"And how will Harry do that?" Cedric asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Looks like Harry is about to show us," Akame said, pointing a finger at Harry's screen.
The crowd watched as Harry walked towards the frozen Riddle while summoning two ice golems with large hammers in their hands. The crowd was starting to become impressed with the way Harry was summoning Elemental Moves with a wave of his hand, and they were wondering if Elemental magic is the same as wandless magic. However, the crowd's thinking came to an end when they saw Harry cutting off Riddle's arms, which had not only caused a large amount of blood to gush out, but a lot of reactions from the crowd.
The younger students, age eleven to twelve, became deathly green from seeing so much blood and they turned so that they cannot see more of it, while trying not to release the contents of their breakfast.
The slightly older students, age thirteen to fourteen, paled dramatically from seeing so much blood before turning their heads away, trying not to imagine of them being in Riddle's place.
The older students, age fifteen to seventeen, had grim expressions on their faces but didn't turn away from Harry's screen. The Professors also didn't turn their gazes away from the screen.
"Well, as least Riddle won't be able to use his Elemental powers," Esdeath commented with a wide smile on her face, pleased to see Harry chopping off Riddle's arms and the only one not reacting to what everyone else was doing.
"But did Harry really have to use a rather…brutal method?" Minerva asked with hesitation in her voice.
"It was the only way to keep Riddle from using his powers, Minerva, so keep your thoughts to yourself."
Everyone in Europe managed to compose themselves from seeing what Harry did to Riddle and watch as the said person unfreeze Riddle's face, pulled out a Truth Potion, pour three drops in Riddle's mouth and shook him until he swallowed it. Everyone was on the edge of their seats when Harry asked a few questions to see if the Truth Potion worked and it worked, much to everyone's relief, though their relief changed when Riddle confirmed of being a Half-blood instead of Pureblood, which caused another cry of outrage in Europe.
The Death Eater's wives were now trying to see if they can divorce their husbands, take all the money they inherited and take their children with them since they want nothing to do with the fraud Dark Lord. They supported him during the First Wizarding War but didn't take the Dark Mark because they had no intention of killing people.
After composing themselves again, everyone in Europe began listening intently to the interrogation that was currently happening and when Harry asked why Riddle tried to kill him as a baby, the Dark Lord replied there was a prophecy between Harry and him, which caused everyone to start muttering to themselves. The muttering increased when Riddle added there was another candidate of the prophecy.
"That's the reason why Riddle tried kill Harry?" Tatsumi asked with a frown. "Because of a prophecy?"
"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life," Leone said with a scoff. "I don't believe in fates, fortunes or destinies."
"Yeah, what a load of rubbish," Hermione seconded, agreeing with the blonde-hair woman. She didn't believe in Divination since she had dropped the class at the end of her Third year.
Akame, on the other hand, was conflicted. Like Leone, she didn't believe in fates, fortunes and destinies, but she couldn't help from wondering if it was fate that brought her and her friends here. Was it to fight against the Dark Lord or something else?
Everyone in Europe instantly stopped muttering when Harry asked Riddle who was the other candidate of the prophecy. The Dark Lord replied the other candidate is Neville Longbottom, much to Britain's, including the said person's, great shock.
"No way," Hannah gasped out with wide eyes. "Neville is the second candidate to fight the Dark Lord?"
"Why don't you go over to him, Hannah, and try to calm him down? The poor kid looks like he's about to faint." Cedric said, casting a concerned glance at the now extremely pale Neville, who was being bombarded by the people by him. Hannah nodded and went over to comfort her crush.
Everyone in Europe turned their attention back towards the interrogation when Harry asked Riddle why he chose him instead of Neville. Every Pureblood became angry when the Dark Lord replied he wanted a Half-blood rival instead of a Pureblood since they are weak, spineless, pathetic and very easy to manipulate. They were not what Riddle said! He also went on to explain that he wanted a rival who knows what it's like being neglected and alone, being raised and abused by Muggles and seeing the world black and white.
'Harry's childhood is the exact same as Tom's childhood, only the difference between them is that Harry was beaten and starved,' Dumbledore thought, taking off his glasses and placing a hand over his eyes to hide the tears that were beginning to form. 'And I did nothing to help him or even let anyone see him until the day he entered the Wizarding World. I have really messed up that boy's life.'
Esdeath noticed the action Dumbledore did but didn't say anything. She didn't feel any sympathy to the man who had not only created Tom Riddle to become Voldemort but Harry's miserable life. She was furious at that last part and wanted to kill the Dursley's for causing Harry to become miserable and broken, but she didn't do it since her son didn't want her to get taken away by the Magical authorities, thought it was mostly because she didn't understand the world's politics.
Everyone in Europe once again turned their attention back towards the interrogation when Harry asked Riddle if he knew the rest of the prophecy, only for the Dark Lord to replied he didn't know the rest but only the first sentence, much to everyone's disappointment. They were looking forward of hearing the prophecy so that they can understand the contents of it.
Except one person wasn't looking forward of hearing the prophecy and that person was Severus Snape, who was looking white as a ghost, even though his skin was pale, and sweating profusely. The reason why he was acting like this was because he was the one who told the Dark Lord the prophecy and he was the one who led the Dark Lord to the Potter's demise. He was not looking forward to the reactions when the Dark Lord revealed who the Death Eater was that told him about the prophecy.
'This is my cue to leave since I'm not staying to witness the reactions, especially Minerva's,' Severus thought, as he silently, yet quickly, casted multiple charms on himself to hide his presence before carefully leaving the stands. Once he was at a safe distance, he started to rush towards his quarters, intending to pack his belongings before going into hiding. Normally, Snape wouldn't be seen as a coward, but there was no way he was going to deal with Potter's anger if he gets back. That boy is very dangerous when mad. 'And this is also my resignation for Potions.'
Everyone's disappointment in Europe changed into amusement when Harry mockingly asked Riddle how he didn't know the rest of the prophecy when he was supposed to know everything, which caused Riddle to have an angry expression that made everyone laugh a bit. Their laughing instantly stopped when Riddle replied one of his Death Eaters was listening to prophecy but had to leave when the Death Eater was about to be taken in.
"Okay, so we know a Death Eater told Riddle about the prophecy, but which Death Eater was it?" Susan asked with a confused frown on her face.
"I don't know, Susan, it could be any Death Eater," Daphne relied, shaking her head. "But I'm willing to bet it had been someone who had bribed their way out when they got caught."
'This dimension is so corrupted that people think it's okay to accept bribery, even though people do illegal things,' The Empire Group thought with hidden grim expressions on their faces. After spending four months in magic dimension and gathering much information as they can, they had concluded that this dimension is very similar to their own dimension, minus having magic, and the thought of both dimensions being similar scared them. 'It's going to take a miracle to fix this dimension from its corruptive state.'
"Hey, looks like Harry's about to ask Riddle which Death Eater it was that told him the prophecy," Cho suddenly said, breaking the Empire Group's thoughts.
Everyone in Europe listened intently as Harry asked Riddle who knows about the prophecy, and they began muttering to themselves when the Dark Lord relpied the people who knew about the prophecy were Albus Dumbledore, the one who told the said prophecy, Severus Snape and himself.
"Why does Professor Snape know about the prophecy?" Daphne asked, as a sense of foreboding appeared in her chest. She didn't like what she was going to hear next.
While everyone in Europe continued muttering to themselves, Akame was thinking furiously in her head. 'Something doesn't add up. The pieces are coming together by each passing second, yet the conclusion is a bit way off. While I can understand Dumbledore knowing the prophecy, I don't understand why Snape knows about it. How could he know about the prophecy?' It was then she thought what Riddle said earlier, about a Death Eater listening to the prophecy and naming the people who knows about it, which caused her to come to a horrifying conclusion: It was Snape that told Riddle about the prophecy, and it was Snape that led Riddle to the Potter's demise.
Apparently, Esdeath came to the same conclusion as Akame and that was the last straw for her. With a furious look on her face, the blue-hair woman stood up from her seat and made her way towards Dumbledore, who didn't notice as he was busy trying to figure out how to calm Harry down when they start their meeting. Once Esdeath was close enough, she summoned a large sword of ice in her hand and raised it high in the air before cutting off Dumbledore's left arm, causing the crowd at Hogwarts to scream loudly as a large amount of blood gushed out of the wound.
"ARGH!" Dumbledore screamed, feeling pain beyond imagining coursing through his entire body that caused him to collapse on the ground. Blood was still rushing out of the wound, and he was slowly losing conscious by each passing second.
"ALBUS!" Madam Pomfrey shouted, rushing towards her colleague and hastily began casting spells to stop the bleeding.
"ESDEATH! WHAT THE HELL?!" Leone screamed, completely shocked from what Esdeath just did, along with Akame and Tatsumi. "WHY DID YOU CUT OFF DUMBLEDORE'S ARM?!"
"Because this man had not only caused Harry to have a miserable childhood," Esdeath growled, giving Dumbledore a venomous look. "But he protected the Death Eater who ratted out Harry's parents." That statement caused everyone in Europe to muttered to themselves.
"Who? Who was the Death Eater?" Minerva demanded, wanting to know who the Death Eater was that ratted out Harry's parents. While she was horrified of what Esdeath did to Dumbledore, the man deserve it for keeping secrets to himself and not telling anyone else
Before Esdeath can reply to Minerva's question, Riddle suddenly began speaking, causing everyone in Europe to stop muttering.
"Because it was Severus Snape that told me the prophecy and it was Snape that led me to the Potter's so that I can kill them."
"WHAAAT?!" The crowd from Hogwarts exclaimed in disbelief and outrage. "IT WAS SNAPE WHO LEAKED THE PROPHECY TO RIDDLE?!"
"And it looks like Riddle was right because the bastard's gone!" Moody exclaimed, starting to notice Snape was no longer in the crowd.
"You mean to tell us that coward ran?!" Filius yelled, not even bothering to defend his 'colleague.' He was very mad that Snape sold out his favorite students to Riddle.
"He must've gone back to the castle!" Sprout exclaimed, looking ready to charge at the castle and find the Potions teacher.
"Leave him, you guys won't reach him in time," Esdeath stated in an emotionless voice, walking back to her seat and sitting down. "He's probably long gone. The coward didn't want to deal with our reactions, especially Harry's. The only thing we can do at the moment is continued to watch the interrogation."
(Back with Harry)
Harry wasn't sure how long he stayed in his trauma state and kept thinking about the words Riddle said to him, but once he snapped out of it, pure rage coursed through every part of his body, causing him to release a very large amount of killing intent that made the two ice golems and Riddle uncomfortable. But Harry didn't notice as he was very pissed off at two people and two people only.
Those people were Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. They were the ones Harry was pissed off at and the reason why?
All because of a prophecy.
A prophecy no one bothered to tell Harry at all!
Did the adults really think that Harry Potter, a young teenager who hasn't taken his OWL's yet, was destined to defeat the Dark Lord? A Dard Lord who has more experienced in magic than him? A Dark Lord who has killed thousands of people? These people must be insane to think about that.
'I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS WHEN I GET BACK FROM THE ELEMENTAL TRIALS!' Harry roared into his mind, increasing the killing intent to the point it had unknowingly made his sky-blue eyes to become blood-red for a moment before the color changed. 'HOW DARE THEY KEPT THIS INFORMATION FROM ME?! I DESERVE TO KNOW ABOUT IT! I HAVE DONE INCREDIBLE THINGS THAT NO WIZARD CAN DO IN THIS COUNTRY! DO I GET ANY INFORMATION FOR DOING THESE SAID THINGS AND COMING OUT ALIVE?! NO, LET'S LEAVE POOR, ABUSED HARRY POTTER IN THE DARK! THAT'S THE LAST STRAW! WHEN I GET BACK, I'M DROPPING OUT OF HOGWARTS!'
Harry's rage was so intense and great that taking deep breaths to calm down wouldn't work, despite it can. So, he decided to summon a small army of ice soldiers to release his rage on until he can calm down. The method was a spectacular idea; each ice soldier was brutally and mercilessly destroyed by Harry, who had managed to create a bunch of new Elemental Moves with some of them being Muggle style weapons, such as a shotgun, grenade launcher, grenade, sticky bomb and automatic rifles. The Elemental Moves he created was an ice axe, ice spinning blades, ice hammer, ice lions, ice dragons and ice titans.
By the time Harry was done destroying the ice soldiers, he was sweating profusely from using too much magic, causing him to kneel on the ground with his sword being used for support. His breathing was heavier than before, his vision was becoming a bit blurry, and his body felt very heavy, which could mean that he was on the verge of blacking out. But he couldn't black out, he had to continue asking Riddle questions.
'Okay, I'm not sure how long I can stay conscious, but I'm just going to ask Riddle about the Dark magic in my scar,' Harry thought, as he struggled to stand up. Exhaustion was starting to take over him, but he would be damned to let the Elemental Trials end from him being exhausted. 'I was going to ask about the Death Eaters, but I decided I don't care. They can burn in hell.' After a few more moments of struggling, Harry managed to stand up from the ground, even though he did stumble a bit. 'Alright, time to continued on with the interrogation.'
With that in mind, the Ice Elemental walked over to the under the Truth Potion Riddle to ask about the topic of Dark magic that resides in his scar.
If only Harry knew how his life was going to change when Riddle answers that question.
Alright, that is the end of the new chapter in Assassins in the Wizarding World. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter instead of reading another part chapter of Harry vs Khione.
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