Years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices.
He seemed a student like any other.
His name: Tom Riddle.
Today the world knows him by another name: Voldemort.
This memory is everything.
This memory is a different kind of magic.
Very dark, very powerful.
Without it, we are blind.
Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.
You have no choice. You must not fail.
Once again, I must ask too much of you, Harry.
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