Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After Peter Pettigrew retired, Voldemort wandered alone in the master bedroom for a while.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was in an extremely dangerous situation.

[My strength after losing three Horcruxes is far inferior to my strength when I was in my heyday. In this case, I have almost no chance of winning against Dumbledore. 】

Voldemort thought so.

[I can make another Horcrux. 】

At this time, a sudden thought suddenly emerged from the depths of Voldemort's mind.

[No, no, no, my soul can no longer bear another split. 】

Voldemort thought, quickly dismissing the idea.

[Then find a way to strengthen your soul. 】

An idea came to mind again.

[I am Voldemort, I am the Dark Lord! I am the greatest wizard in history. How can a mere soul problem defeat me? 】

Another thought emerged, this thought tickled Voldemort like a kitten.

[Yes, I am the great Voldemort. How can there be magic in this world that I cannot understand? 】

Voldemort thought proudly.

At the same time, Tiera in the principal's office in Hogwarts smiled softly.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"Voldemort is making Horcruxes again." Tiera said with a smile.

"Again?" Dumbledore said in surprise, "Making Horcruxes? Can his soul still bear it?"

"How do you know?" Dumbledore suddenly paused, his old eyes narrowed slightly behind his eyeglass lenses, and he looked at Tiera with deep meaning, "You went to the scene of Voldemort's resurrection not just to become a god, right? ?”

"Of course." Tiera said with a smile, "To be precise, I have already buried this step. I predicted the scene of Voldemort's resurrection. I predicted every step of the ritual, every spell, and every sacrifice. ."

"And coincidentally, one of the sacrifices was right next to me at the time." Tiera said.

"Peter Pettigrew? Or Harry." Dumbledore asked.

"Peter Pettigrew." Tiera said with a smile, "You must also know that during Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, only one drop of Harry's blood was dropped, and Peter Pettigrew directly chopped off a hand. Who did you attack?"

"What kind of back-up?" Dumbledore asked, "I mean what are the chances that Voldemort will find out?"

"A demon transformed by my 'creation' authority and 'life' authority." Tiera said, "In other words, I mixed my incarnation into Voldemort's body."

Dumbledore nodded, but didn't say anything. He just tapped his fingers on the table monotonously.

Tiera did not disturb Dumbledore, but began to enjoy the black tea on Dumbledore's desk leisurely.

"So what are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked. "It sounds like you have everything under control."

"Was everything before that not under your control?" Tiera asked.

"Haha." Dumbledore smiled.

"It's still some time before the summer vacation ends." Tiera asked with a smile, "Should we first take the existing Horcruxes into our hands?"

"Okay." Dumbledore shrugged helplessly and said, "Gellert is right, I can retire."

That night, in the kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Mrs. Weasley was preparing dinner while asking Ron to put the knives, forks and porcelain plates in place.

"I knew it!" Ron shouted to Harry while waving the porcelain plate in his hand to slash the air, "You can always get away with it!"

"They will definitely acquit you," said Hermione. She had looked so nervous that she might have fainted when Harry walked into the kitchen, and now she was covering her eyes with a trembling hand. "No. There is no reason to convict you."

"Although you all knew I would be fine, everyone seems to be relieved." Harry said with a smile.

Mrs. Weasley was wiping tears with her apron, and Fred, George and Ginny did a kind of war dance, singing over and over: "He's okay, he's okay, he's okay!"

"That's enough! Be quiet!" Mr. Weasley shouted, but he also had a smile on his face.

"Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy is in the Ministry too—" Harry said.

"What?" Sirius asked warily.

"He's okay, he's okay, he's okay, he's okay!" George, Fred and Ginny were still shouting.

"Quiet, quiet, you three! Yes, after the trial, I took Harry around the Ministry of Magic, and then we saw him talking to Fudge on the ninth floor, and then they went into Fudge's office together... This happened I think we should let Dumbledore know." Mr. Weasley said, "Dumbledore seemed to be in a hurry. As soon as the trial ended and Harry was handed over to me, he disapparated and disappeared."

"Okay, I will tell him, don't worry-" Sirius Black suddenly froze, "What did you just say? Did Dumbledore disapparate?"

Sirius suddenly stared at Harry and asked, "Are you sure? Are you sure Dumbledore disapparated?"

"Well, yes, yes..." Harry didn't understand why Sirius Black asked this, but he still recalled Dumbledore's appearance and his behavior in court. Sirius said.

Sirius listened attentively and nodded from time to time. Even Ron and Hermione put down their work, and Ginny, George, and Fred, who had been playing around beside them, listened quietly to Harry.

"It's so cool as hell!" After listening to Harry's story, Ron said in admiration, "Dumbledore is so cool as hell!"

Ginny, George and Fred also nodded in sync.

Although Hermione frowned because Ron was spitting out fragrance, she finally nodded in agreement.

It seemed that only Sirius Black didn't express anything, but instead frowned even more.

"What's wrong? Sirius?" Harry noticed something strange about Sirius.

"No, it's nothing..." Sirius looked up at Harry, as if he was hesitant to speak, "I just always feel that... the old Dumbledore... I always feel that he doesn't have Dumbledore's methods..."

"Oh, forget it, maybe Dumbledore was really angry at Cornelius Fudge." Sirius shook his head, got rid of those weird thoughts in his mind, and then said with a gloating smile, "It's rare to see Dumbledore so angry."

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