Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Besides, I'm almost done with my work recently. Professor Horace Slughorn's magic stone is almost finished refining. There's only the last bit of finishing work left. Tierla no longer needs to be involved. He was absolutely sure he could do it himself.”

"But Voldemort is a little restless now. I have intelligence that he seems to be preparing to participate in this year's International Magical Association presidential election, and from his various behaviors, I have reason to believe that he is also preparing for the ceremony to become a god."

"Who doesn't want to? Eternal life, nearly infinite power, this is the most perfect form of immortality, who doesn't want to? Especially a wizard like him who is extremely afraid of death."

"I have to stop him. You just need to study hard, train well, and enjoy your campus life. These things are my business."

In a vast and dark underground cave in Europe, the pale and thin Voldemort was sitting on the golden throne, quietly listening to the words coming from Harry's mind.

The slender, snake-like pupils flashed with frightening red light in the darkness, like a statue of an evil god sealed in an ancient tomb. It was dangerous, mysterious, and had a strange charm that made people yearn for it.

Suddenly, Voldemort's slender snake eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up, showing a disdainful expression.

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"Comrades, how can we endure such insults?"

Germany, Lower Saxony, is located in a small town south of the Harz Mountains. A fair-skinned, handsome young man with long black curly hair is standing on a boulder like a small hillside, roaring with all his strength. .

The pale face was stained with a hint of red due to excessive exertion and lack of oxygen.

It added a touch of unique style to his handsomeness.

In the open space next to the boulder, there were many men, women, and children standing densely in strange clothes. Most of them were wearing black or dark green loose robes, and covered most of their faces with large cloaks.

The few guys who didn't hide their appearance were wearing thick and simple clothes that looked like the attire of nobles more than a hundred years ago.

"Comrades, how can we accept this future?"

"Comrades, how can we allow our children, our descendants, to be born in such a world? Such a world where there is no room for wizards to survive?"

The handsome young man on the stage was still roaring at the top of his lungs, and his anger and unwillingness were transmitted to every wizard in the audience through his impassioned speech.

"Look at our world." This young man named Tom Riddle, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere a few months ago and intends to compete for the position of president of the International Federation of Magic, waved his arms vigorously, pointing around, pointing around the open space, everywhere Visible witch statue -

They were witch statues made of plaster, marble, brass or other metals. These witch statues can be seen everywhere in this small town called Bad Saxa.

They are cast into various forms.

Some witch statues are sitting on public seats with their legs crossed, as if they are waiting for the bus; some witches are placed in the pool, and the fountain spraying from the mouth of a giant carp statue directly opposite hits the On it, it looks like the witch is playing with the carp; other witch statues are placed at the door of the house, leaning against the mailbox; some witches are placed in the garden; and some witches

This town is full of all kinds of witches, which seems to be the characteristic of this town. As the site of the most famous witch trials from the end of the fifteenth century to the seventeenth century, this town became famous at the end of the twentieth century. In the end, the statue of the witch was used as a local feature, attracting an endless stream of tourists.

This kind of thing seems very interesting to Muggles, but to those who are familiar with this period of history, these witch statues that can be seen everywhere seem extremely scary and absurd.

"Look, look at these statues, look, this is our future." Tom Riddle laughed arrogantly and sarcastically.

"Under the leadership of that man at Hogwarts, we will only go down!" Tom Riddle laughed. "He and that stupid Muggle guardian Dumbledore have the same purpose. He wants to We become extinct, and he wants us to be turned into statues. He wants us to disappear completely from the world like these statues and become nothing more than scary bedtime stories for Muggles."

"Are you willing to accept it? My good brothers, good sisters, and my colleagues, are you willing to accept this future?"

"No! We don't want to!"

Standing in the open space, a dense crowd of wizards and witches shouted passionately.

"Then choose me, my compatriots." Tom Riddle raised a faint smile on his lips, "I will lead you to a new future, a future full of vitality and vitality."

Hogwarts, Potions classroom.

"Okay, classmates, that's the end of our class." Horace Slughorn said with a red face, and then impatiently packed up the teaching aids, as if there was something urgent, and wanted to leave the classroom quickly. .

The magic stone will be refined in the next few days.

Horace Slughorn thought excitedly as he cleaned up his things.

All the materials have been placed in the magic circle.

These materials will run in the magic circle according to established procedures.

The rest just needs to be left to time and probability.

Under the operation of the program, these materials operate and react in a chaotic dynamic system.

When the reaction reaches a critical point, these materials will polymerize.

The three dimensions of matter, spirituality and spirituality will be perfectly integrated.

New magic stones will be born.

Soon

soon.

Just these few days

Horace Slughorn thought excitedly.

He didn't notice at all, sitting in the middle of the classroom, the handsome and immature little boy was staring into his eyes.

This boy named Brendan Carson is a sophomore selected from Germany this year.

He was also considered by Horace Slughorn to be the most talented boy in this class.

But what Horace Slughorn didn't know was that everything he was thinking was also present in the little boy's mind.

Happy April Fools' Day, comrades