"Exactly!" Dudley agreed heartily and then continued, "Why does Dumbledore value you so much?"
"Because I'm Voldemort's bane! He needs me to destroy this great scourge that is Voldemort!" Harry quickly came up with an answer.
Dudley nodded in agreement. "That's it! What Dumbledore wants is for the so-called justice to triumph over darkness, to maintain the stability of the order in the wizarding world, and to keep the relationship between wizards and Muggles as it is, with neither side encroaching on the other."
"To achieve this goal, he has meticulously crafted a plan, regarding you as the crucial trump card to victory and focusing most of his attention on you."
"For this goal, he can allow a certain amount of sacrifice. Whether it's sacrificing Hagrid, sacrificing me, or sacrificing some other teammates, or even sacrificing himself, he won't hesitate."
"At the same time, he is also a kind and amiable elder, an old man with imperfect considerations."
"So I admire him and despise him, like him and loathe him. In the end, I want to remold him."
"Is it that complicated?"
Harry couldn't understand such complex emotions for a while, but in a muddled state of mind, he gradually began to grasp the profound meaning.
"People are complex. Everyone has many sides. So, Harry, don't easily make a rigid conclusion about a person, and don't invest too much energy in those who are not necessary."
Dudley was sharing his insights on life with his cousin and used this as an example. "If tomorrow I can't reach an agreement with Dumbledore, then he will immediately be classified by me as one of those 'unnecessary people', and all thoughts of remolding him will be abandoned."
"Our family will immediately leave the UK and go to other countries to practice and study magic. While getting stronger, we will focus on solving the problem of the scar on your forehead. Only after we become strong enough and have developed magic to counter Voldemort's characteristics will we return in a crushing posture!"
"There's something wrong with the scar on my forehead?" Harry caught the key words.
"Exactly. Your scar was left by Voldemort ten years ago. It hasn't hurt for so many years, but today it suddenly hurt. At that time, I realized something was wrong, and what happened later sure enough confirmed my suspicion."
"Voldemort appeared. His proximity or his attention to you irritated the scar on your forehead."
Dudley had read the original story and had the answer in mind. It was easy for him to deduce the process, and his analysis was logical and well-founded.
"Can the scar on my forehead sense Voldemort?" Harry perked up. "This is great! This way Voldemort won't be able to sneak up on us!"
"To a certain extent, you can say so."
Dudley knew that this kind of sensing couldn't work 100% and that there was an even greater hidden risk, so he reminded, "But every coin has two sides, Harry. You can't just see the benefits and ignore the risks."
"You have to think about why this scar can sense Voldemort. To be more precise, it can sense Voldemort's soul."
"The Voldemort we encountered today was parasitizing on a wizard named Quirrell. He only has a soul and is using someone else's physical body."
"This..." Harry fell into thought, but lacking sufficient theoretical knowledge, he couldn't figure it out for a moment.
"Harry", remember what I said? After your eleventh birthday, your childhood is over."
Dudley suddenly put on a serious face and took on the role of a strict older brother. "In the past, you couldn't be 100% focused when studying and reading. Often, you were satisfied with just a little effort and relied on your natural talent to muddle through. To make your childhood more comfortable, I didn't criticize you too much.
But starting tomorrow, this kind of situation is no longer allowed! For the knowledge and skills that can make us stronger, broaden our horizons, and enrich our wisdom, you must seriously learn, fully master, and make them your own!
Otherwise, don't even think about avenging yourself with your own hands! Do you hear me clearly?!"
Harry was startled. The suppression from his blood made his mind clear, and he quickly replied loudly, "Got it! Cousin!"
"When we get home, take the Hogwarts textbooks we bought today, as well as the books on the occult and psychology on the bookshelf in my bedroom, and read and study them carefully!
Focus on the highly practical content. First, learn about spells, then magic theory, and finally potions and herbology... Do you hear me clearly?!"
"I hear you clearly!" Harry replied very crisply, but he felt an invisible pressure weighing on him. "Cousin, can you tell me now why my scar can sense Voldemort's soul?"
Dudley didn't play any tricks and directly revealed the answer. "Only a soul can sense another soul. Harry, don't forget how Voldemort ended up in this weak soul state."
"Cousin, are you saying that there is a part of Voldemort's soul in my forehead scar?!" Harry was stunned. "When the Love Protection spell on me rebounded Voldemort's attack and reduced him to a soul state, did it also retain a part of his soul?"
"The result is definitely this, but it shouldn't be because of the Love Protection spell Aunt Lily cast on you. The protective spell was to protect you and couldn't leave such a big hidden danger for you."
Dudley analyzed, "I'm more inclined to think that Voldemort practiced some evil dark magic related to splitting the soul. In a hurry and seriously injured back then, he unconsciously cast it.
Voldemort doesn't know that he left a piece of his soul in your scar and can't sense his soul fragment either. Otherwise, in the underground vaults today, he wouldn't have to judge your identity by observing your expressions.
In addition, this soul fragment in your forehead scar should not have self-awareness and can't affect your mind. Otherwise, over the years, it would definitely have had a bad influence on you and caught Dumbledore's attention."
"Then, based on this analysis, the soul fragment in the scar doesn't have too many negative impacts on me, right?" Harry said optimistically.
But Dudley shot down this optimism. "After all, it's a part of Voldemort, Harry! If you don't destroy this soul fragment, when Voldemort's main soul, which is wandering outside, dies, Voldemort might be reborn through this soul fragment in you!
By then, you might become the second Quirrell!"
"No! I don't want a creepy face growing on the back of my head!" Harry was frightened by Dudley's words.
"So, we need to figure out a way to remove or destroy the soul fragment in the scar on your forehead without hurting you in the process." Dudley softened his tone to comfort Harry. "Don't worry! Harry, I'll make it happen!"
"Cousin! I trust you! And I'm not scared either!"
Once again, Harry was filled with strength, and all his fears were completely dispelled.
The scenery outside the window slowly receded leisurely. Thanks to the Muffliato charm, none of the Muggles could overhear the conversation between the two brothers.
With a long train whistle, Dudley and Harry returned to Privet Drive and took a taxi home.
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