Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

The walking corpse-like woman opened her eyes, her eyeballs were sunken and dim, staring into the void for a long time.

"Crazy," Bellatrix murmured hoarsely, "it looks like little Bella is going crazy..."

Professor Quirrell had given Harry calm and clear instructions on how he should behave in front of Bellatrix and how to organize the illusion he needed to maintain in his mind.

You find it useful, or maybe just fun, to make Bellatrix fall in love with you, to tie her to your service.

That love would survive in Azkaban, Professor Quirrell said, because it wasn't a happy thought for Bellatrix.

She loves you with all her heart, her whole being.You don't return her love, just find her useful.she knows.

She is your deadliest weapon, and you call her your dear Bella.

Harry thought of the night the Dark Lord had killed his parents; the grim interest, the contemptuous laughter, the high-pitched voice with deathly hate.Guessing what the Dark Lord will say doesn't seem to be at all difficult.

"I hope you're not crazy, my dear Bella," he whispered gravely. "It's no good if you're crazy."

Bellatrix's eyes flickered, trying to focus on the empty air.

"My... master... I waited for you, but you didn't come... I looked for you, but I couldn't find you... You are alive..." All these words of hers were whispers, if they contained What emotion, Harry didn't catch it.

"Show her your face," hissed the snake at Harry's feet.

Harry took off the hood of the Invisibility Cloak.

The part of Harry that controlled his expression looked at Bella, there was no sympathy in his eyes, only cold, calm interest. (And at the same time, deep down, Harry thought, I will save you, I will save you no matter what happens...)

"The scar..." Bellatrix murmured, "the child..."

"So everyone else is still in the dark," said Harry with a hint of teasing in his voice. "You've come to me in the wrong place, my dear Bella."

(Harry once asked why it wasn't Professor Quirrell who was posing as the Dark Lord, and Professor Quirrell pointed out that there was no plausible reason for him to be possessed by the man who could not even be named.)

Bellatrix's eyes locked on Harry, but she said nothing.

"Say something in Parseltongue," hissed the snake.

Harry turned to the snake, made it clear he was talking to something, and hissed in Parseltongue, "One two three four five six seven eight nine ten."

There was a pause.

"He who fears no darkness..." Bellatrix murmured.

The snake hissed, "It will eventually be swallowed by darkness."

"It will eventually be swallowed by darkness." Harry said calmly.He didn't want to think about how Professor Quirrell got the password.His brain thought about it anyway, and figured it might have something to do with a Death Eater, a quiet, isolated location, and some easy Legilimency spells.

"Your wand," Bellatrix murmured, "I have taken it from Potter's house and hid it, my lord...under the headstone to the right of your father's grave...if you If I have nothing else to ask, please kill me now... I think I always wanted you to kill me...but I can't remember, it must be a happy thought..."

Harry's heart constricted, he couldn't take it, and - and he couldn't cry, couldn't make the Patronus disappear -

A look of annoyance appeared on Harry's face, and then he said in a high-pitched voice, "Enough of being silly. You must come with me, my dear Bella, unless you would rather have the dementors with you."

Bellatrix's face twitched in bewilderment, but her thin arms did not move.

"You've got to float her out," Harry hissed at the snake in Parseltongue. "She has no intention of running away."

"Yes," the snake hissed, "but don't underestimate her, she was once the deadliest warrior." The snake shook its head warningly. "Son, even if I am half-starved to death, wise people will still not lessen their fear of me-be careful of her, don't show her flaws."

The green snake slipped out of the door smoothly.

After a while, a bearded man with a sallow complexion and a wand in his hand entered the room timidly, with a look of panic on his face.

"Master?" the servant faltered.

"Do as told," the Dark Lord whispered in a cold voice that was even more creepy coming from a child's mouth. "Don't let your Patronus disappear. Remember, if I don't go back, your reward will be gone. Your family will have to wait a long time if they want to die."

After these terrible words, the Dark Lord put the hood of the Invisibility Cloak back on his head and disappeared.

The trembling servant opened the door of Bellatrix's cell, then took out a needle from his robe, and poked the human-shaped skeleton in front of him.A drop of blood came out and was quickly absorbed by the little doll thrown on the ground.The servant began to mutter to himself.

Soon, another humanoid skeleton lay motionless on the ground.The servant seemed to hesitate for a moment, until an impatient order hissed through the air.So the servant pointed his wand at Bellatrix and said something, and then the human-shaped skeleton lying on the bed became completely naked, and the disappearing clothes appeared on the human-shaped skeleton lying on the ground.

The servant tore a small piece of cloth from the clothes of the human-shaped skeleton lying on the ground, and then tore another piece of cloth from his own robe. A beaker with some residual golden liquid in it.The beaker was placed in a corner, and the torn clothes were covered on the beaker, and the pieces of clothes almost merged with the gray metal wall.

The servant waved his wand again, and the human-shaped skeleton lying on the bed floated up, and then he used almost the same movement to conjure her a new black robe.A plain-looking glass of chocolate milk was thrust into her hand, and a cold whisper ordered Bellatrix to take the glass and drink it.She did so, still looking confused.

The minion then cloaked Bellatrix, cloaking himself, and off they went.All the doors behind them were locked back, throwing the hallway into darkness again, and everything looked the same except for a small flask in the corner of a cell, and a fresh corpse lying on the floor.

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Earlier, in the abandoned shop, Professor Quirrell had told Harry that what they were about to commit was the perfect crime.

Without even thinking about it, Harry opened his mouth to counter with a common saying: there is no such thing as a perfect crime, but after he had actually thought about it for two-thirds of a second, he remembered a wiser adage, and halfway through Just in time to shut up.

what do you think you knowHow do you know what you know?

If you did commit a perfect crime, no one would ever find out - so how could anyone know if the crime was perfect?

Once you look at it this way, you realize that the perfect crime may be happening all the time, and then the coroner declares the deceased a natural death, or the newspaper says that the store that never made much money has finally closed its doors.

When Bellatrix's body was found in the cell the next morning, no one thought of doing an autopsy because it was in Azkaban (as we all know) no one had ever escaped.No one will care at all.They'll just lock the hallway and leave, and the Daily Prophet will report it on the obituary the next day...

... This is the perfect crime that Professor Quirrell has planned.

And Professor Quirrell wasn't the one who screwed up the whole plan.