Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Wu Muming was woken up by the cold.

He was still in the flames of the explosion in the laboratory just a moment ago, but he was woken up by the freeze at this moment.

Like every starting point male protagonist, he woke up in an orphanage.

But he was worse.

He woke up in the grocery room of the orphanage.

Apart from the muddy floor and the dust floating in the air, he was accompanied only by a musty wooden barrel and a mop with black fungus.

Wu Muming tried to move his fingers a little stiffly, only to feel the pain as if being minced by a meat grinder spread from the deepest part of his soul to his whole body, which stimulated his whole body to shiver, and a lot of musty and dusty air poured into him. In his lungs, Wu Muming greedily breathed in the air while coughing, feeling his body slowly warming up.

Accompanied by rapid breathing and violent coughing, countless fragments of memories emerged from his brain.

Wu Muming was originally a brilliant young man in the 21st century, but when he stayed up all night doing experiments, he happened to encounter a laboratory explosion.

He didn't die in the explosion, but the explosion collapsed the floor, and a one-ton ultra-low temperature refrigerator fell into the air.

Wu Muming died suddenly on the spot.

It doesn't hurt.

The dead thief is peaceful.

Then he woke up in this grocery room.

Interestingly, this body is also called Wu Muming, the English name is Tierra Wu, (Tierra Wu), just like him, was born on June 28, 1980, has the same parents and the same appearance as him.

But the only difference is that Wu Muming's parents immigrated to the UK with unrealistic exotic dreams during the immigration wave in the 1980s.

A week after the plane landed, he was shot in a dark alley next to the theater.

Miserable, really miserable.

Wu Muming here was also sent directly to the orphanage and died of hypothermia at night an hour ago.

In the 1980s, discrimination against Chinese was still quite serious.

This kind of discrimination is reflected in all aspects, schools, work units, government agencies, restaurants, and of course, orphanages are no exception.

And sometimes, this kind of discrimination between young children is even worse and more blatant.

Among the group of blond orphans, you are the only one with black hair and black eyes. Who do you bully if you don't bully?

From the very beginning, from being robbed of food and toys, to being found fault with, being pushed and beaten, and now being locked in the utility room after being poured cold water in a mischievous manner.

Tiera Wu, who was not in good health, died of hypothermia at night.

After lying on the ground for a while, Wu Muming, or Tiera, sat up slowly, his right hand slowly resting on his left wrist, and silently counted for sixty seconds.

"The heartbeat is fine."

Tiera majored in biology and medicine in her last life. Although she was not a pure medical student, she still knew some simple medical methods.

"Huh?" After getting her pulse, Tiera realized that there was a ring on her left ring finger that obviously didn't match his current status, "This is..."

There were no windows in the utility room, the door was closed, it was time to turn off the lights again, and the surroundings were pitch black, so Tiera had to fumble with her right hand.

This ring feels a bit like it was carved out of some kind of bone.

The ring was a circle larger than his ring finger, and it was uneven, as if some pattern was engraved, and the pattern was densely covered all over the ring.

In the dark, other human senses will be magnified.

Tiera touched it back and forth two times before she could barely identify these patterns that she would never notice at all. They seemed to be extremely distorted English words.

"th...mer...el...eas...gol...la...ei...lin..."

Tiera tried to read the words according to the spacing between the patterns and the English pronunciation.

When the last syllable was blurted out, Tiera, who was in the clutter, suddenly disappeared, as if being erased by an eraser.

The next moment, Tiera's eyes lit up and she appeared in a dimly lit library.

"Yuck~"

Although Tiera's stomach was empty, she couldn't help retching. It was as disgusting as if she had been on a roller coaster for five hours straight.

Tiera lay on the ground weakly like a dead dog. After the feeling subsided a little, he rolled over and lay on the ground with his face flushed.

What Tiera saw was a very wide ceiling that was far away from him. Below the ceiling was a very neatly corrected stone wall, which became smaller and smaller. Even when Tiera was on the ground floor, it was nearly 500 square meters in size. . It is an inverted pyramid-shaped building. It is roughly estimated that it has at least a thousand floors, each floor is only half a person high, and each floor is hollow. It was cluttered with various books and scrolls.

After regaining a little strength, Tiera sat up, and then he saw that there was a very simple wooden table beside him, on which were piled rolls of parchment and a lamp made of strange stones. Composition of table lamps.

Wu Muming slowly climbed to the wooden table and sat directly on the wooden chair in front of the wooden table.

The parchment paper on the table was very messy, and some were even torn and crumpled into **** of paper.

Tiera picked up a piece of parchment at random, and it was covered with densely distorted words. It was a bit like English, but not exactly the same. After staring at it for a while, Wu Muming felt dizzy.

But when his fingers touched the words, a shuddering message flooded into his brain.

"...In all the universes and all beings, except for those gods and descendants that were propagated by the Supreme Mother Goddess, there is no other being that can compare to..."

Tiera was so frightened that she quickly took her hand away.

Then he went to touch another parchment with his fingers.

"...the manli fruit that was knocked down by the thunderstorm, peeled, dried, crushed, and took two spoons..."

Tiera stared at the twisted words.

He can be sure that he absolutely does not know these words, but when his fingers touch these words, the knowledge represented by these words will automatically enter his brain.

After looking at a few pieces of parchment, Tiera faintly had a bad guess in her heart, and walked towards the grotto closest to him with a heavy face.

Tiera's hand carefully slid across the spines of the books, one after another full of blasphemous, evil-feeling titles flowed into his brain.

The largest and thickest book... The Necronomicon

A little thinner, like an ordinary textbook... "Book of Anonymous Sacrifices"

Tall and lanky, wrapped in an unknown crusty shell... "Lalaiye Text"

A thin book, sewn with cotton thread like an ancient Chinese book... "The Seventh Chapter of Xuanjun..."

Whoosh, that ancient book flew out from the bookshelf and fell in front of Wu Muming. The pages of the book automatically unfolded in front of Wu Muming without wind.

At this moment, Tiera never felt that Chinese characters were so scary and disgusting.

He knew every word on it, and the moment his eyes touched the two pages of Chinese characters, all the hairs on Tiera's body stood up, as if some incomprehensible knowledge was forced into his soul, confusion The raving screams and incomprehensible images flooded his brain.

The goose bumps all over the body came out one by one, and they got bigger and bigger, crowding and growing into translucent sticky pustules.