Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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"Ma... This absurd... After more than 70 years of experiments, it has failed in both theory and practice... History and facts have proven that this is a complete scourge to mankind..."

"Stalin, in order to rule Russia and the world, put... whenever there is... there will be civil war, famine and terror."

"For this, we at the Kremlin sincerely apologize to persecuted peoples and countries around the world..."

"Now we solemnly announce that the former Soviet Union...all...organizations are all dissolved, and any activities in the former Soviet Union...from now on are illegal and subject to legal sanctions..."

On December 25, 1991, as the resignation speech of Gorbachev's last president was broadcast on television, the once huge and glorious red empire collapsed.

Flies, mosquitoes, and maggot-like capitalists and white bandits cheered and danced proudly on the hero's corpse.

Scott Lake—a well-dressed, gray-haired, sturdy-faced gentleman as thin as an immovable mountain trotted through the numb crowd, a distressed veteran, to a school on the outskirts of Moscow. library.

From the library came the roars of drunken men and the quarrels of desperate women.

Every fireplace is burning with valuable research materials, just to get through this cold winter.

Scott Lake walked to the third floor, and when he was near the end of the corridor, he waved his wand, and a simple door suddenly appeared on the wall.

This is a room sealed by bricks.

Scott quickly walked into the room, and the door behind him disappeared, turning back into a thick brick wall.

This sealed room is not large, with no windows on all sides, except for a huge, lonely wooden door standing in the center of the room.

Scott approached the wooden door and tapped the wooden door with his wand at a frequency of three long and two short.

"Squeak--" The wooden door slowly opened, and a huge conference room appeared behind the wooden door that was supposed to be empty.

Scott walked into the conference room, took off his hat and bowed slightly to the empty main seat of the conference room, his deep blue eyes swept across the entire conference room.

There were not many people in the conference room, only five including Scott - a witch with straight black hair and dark blue eyes, who looked like she was in her twenties or thirties, and sat in the first seat on the right.

A tall, thin wizard with short white hair and a curly goatee on a thin chin.

An old woman with silver-white hair carefully braided, skin like dry tree bark, but a straight waist.

And a short, bald man.

The entire conference room seems to be built on the edge of a cliff by the sea, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the endless blue ocean.

But through another floor-to-ceiling window, what you see is a dense forest.

There are also bustling commercial streets, castles built on barren wastelands, huts on high mountains, caves in deserts...

And the floor-to-ceiling window behind Scott—

A magnificent library built on the outskirts of Moscow.

"No." Scott Lake found a stool and sat down and said decisively, "The sickle and hammer do not refer to it, the last prophecy left by Lord Grindelwald... The sickle and hammer wrapped by the pentagram... ...not the Soviet Union."

Hearing Scott's words, the scene was dead silent, and the young witch was nervously curling the white hair at the ends of her hair with her fingers. The dark blue eyes kept looking at the old woman sitting opposite her with a straight back.

"Hastie made another prophecy." The old woman said, and unlike her dying appearance, the old woman who looked at least in her nineties had a loud voice, full of confidence, like a never-tired fighter.

"Well... yes, I made another prophecy." The young witch, Hastihad, the most gifted prophet in existence at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, bit her lip.

The eyes of everyone present turned to the young witch sitting in the first seat on the right.

"The prophecy is very vague..." Hastie said, "The burning golden cup...the deviation of fate...the mortal who escapes death...the red star will appear...the sickle and the hammer will appear..."

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