Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Those extremely light black fogs left London at an unusual speed. Although they were in different directions, they eventually converged in a small village near the English Channel, and as they approached In this small village, the black mist became thicker and thicker. Soon, when the black mist arrived in front of a medium-sized and somewhat dilapidated mansion, the black mist transformed into a man, two women, and three people. A wizard wearing a weird black robe.

"Who?" A timid voice came from the back door of the dilapidated mansion.

"It's us, Wormtail." The leading witch said indifferently with an extremely thick Yugoslav accent, "Artoria Brandt, Radhoyane Maddox and Celestina... Torres, we have completed the investigation of what the Dark Lord asked us to do."

"Hand over the crystal ball, you won't have to pass it." Wormtail originally wanted to refuse their entry, but he was suddenly stunned the next second, because he directly felt a voice appear in his mind, and then Wormtail Tails immediately opened the door and changed his words, "Please come in, three of you, the great Dark Lord is willing to receive your audience."

"Thank you very much for your message, Mr. Wormtail." The leading witch——

Arturia Brandt, well-dressed, answered politely with a very thick Yugoslav accent.

After speaking, Arturia Brandt took the two wizards behind her and followed Wormtail slowly into the dilapidated doorway.

Perhaps because of the invisible extension spell, the interior of this dilapidated mansion is much larger than it looks from the outside. Since the three wizards entered the mansion, no one has spoken. They lowered their heads slightly and followed the insect silently. Behind the tail.

After walking for about five or six minutes, they began to go down the steps one by one.

After walking for about ten minutes, they finally stepped on the hard rock ground. After that, they passed through a deep and dark narrow stone corridor before they finally appeared in a huge cave that looked like an underground square.

It was pitch black all around and they couldn't see anything clearly, but judging from the echoes from their walking, they must be in a huge and extremely empty space now.

"Welcome, warriors from far away Eastern Europe." A young voice suddenly came from the darkness, and then, three flames were suddenly lit, illuminating the huge cave.

The cave seemed to be completely artificially carved. With the sudden appearance of light, Arturia Brandt, Radhoyane Maddox and Celestina Torres could finally see the entire underground cave clearly. The general image——

The huge bulging roof of the cave presents a perfect arc, as if it were an arc polished by the most skilled technicians.

A boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, sitting on the bronze throne to the left of the center of the cave, with black hair, dark eyes, tall and thin body, pale face, very handsome boy, with a cluster of blue-gray flames floating above his head, dark. of burning in this empty rocky square.

A paler and older young man, sitting on a silver-like throne, wearing a simple black suit, dignified and elegant, but his eyes occasionally flashed with traces of red light. In this A cluster of bright silver flames burned above the young man's head, bright and dazzling. Most of the light in the cave was provided by this cluster of silver flames.

And on the throne further to the right is the Dark Lord in people’s minds——

It has bright scarlet eyes with narrow pupils, and the blood-red eyes appear brighter in the dark.

The pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat. His body was tall and thin, like a skeleton. His body seemed to have scales, and his skin was pale and seemed to emit a pearl-like light.

Similarly, as shown on the wanted poster now issued, he has no hair, no lips, two slender nostrils on his face, and his fingers are like pale spider legs. He seems to be wearing only a loose shirt. Wearing a hooded cloak, he was also sitting on a suspended throne. The throne seemed to be made entirely of gold. There was still a flame burning above his head. It was a golden flame of the same color as the throne, covered by silver. Covered by the light of the fire, it quietly exuded a stream of light like molten gold.

According to the information deliberately disclosed and publicized by the British Magic Federation, Artoria Brandt, the leader of the three wizards, immediately recognized that this was Voldemort's boyhood, his youth and his current appearance after his resurrection. image.

"Great Dark Lord, we have completed your mission. According to your instructions, we have completed the reconnaissance work around the Ministry of Magic in London, and used the spells you taught us to complete the investigation of divine creatures in the London area. This is our investigation result, please take a look at it." The witch with an extremely thick Yugoslav accent said a lot in one breath, and then took out the magic weapon that should have been handed to her at the door from her wizard robe. Wormtail's crystal ball.

Arturia Brandt was holding the crystal ball in her hand and just stood there in a daze——

Obviously, Artoria Brandt should find a way to hand over the crystal ball to Voldemort at this time, but the problem is...

The problem is that the three thrones where Voldemort or Voldemort's boy, young man and resurrected image sit are suspended at least ten meters above the ground.

At this time, in this situation, whether it was pulling out the wand and using the levitation spell, or flying up and handing the crystal ball to Voldemort, it was a very inappropriate move.

"Well, great Dark Lord, this is the result of our investigation." After thinking for a moment, Artoria Brandt had no choice but to bend over and lower her head, carefully holding the crystal ball with both hands, and then put the crystal The ball is raised above the head.

"Haha." One of them, Voldemort——

Arturia Brandt deduced from the voice that it should be a boy, or Voldemort in his youth.

The young Voldemort laughed softly, and then raised his hand towards the crystal ball.

The crystal ball, like bubbles released from the seabed, slowly floated up from Arturia Brandt's hand, and then fell into her palm.

"Very good." Voldemort on the golden throne praised with a hoarse snake hissing voice.

Although it was a compliment, it was always so chilling in Arturia Brandt's ears.

"You have completed my mission perfectly, and you deserve to be rewarded." Voldemort, who was sitting on the middle throne, the Silver Throne, said gently.

"You are so polite. It is our honor to be able to serve the greatest Dark Lord in history." Arturia Brandt, the leader, bowed his head and showed his loyalty, "He can help us eliminate that... Stupid Tiera, restoring the original order to the wizarding society in our country is your greatest gift to us."

"Ah, yes, yes, Tiera," Voldemort suddenly murmured to himself on the Golden Throne, and the hatred revealed in his words was indeed gritted teeth.