Chapter 302: Raid on the Ministry of Magic (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)

“Have the changes in the Time Hall been discovered by Professor Crocker? It seems that I need to find a time to meet with this person who has been studying time all his life. I talked with experts on the reversal spell and related secrets..."

After reading the letter that Umbridge sent to herself in private, Zuo Si, who was secretly studying the mystery of death under the guise of "academic exchange", A thoughtful expression quickly appeared on his face.

Obviously, the reason why he was reluctant to return to Hogwarts was to avoid Dumbledore's eyes.

Because studying the afterlife is too sensitive, so sensitive that it is far more crazy than the magic stone's ability to resurrect the dead.

After all, a huge afterlife is in a state of ownerlessness, and any spellcaster or scholar in Faerûn understands what this means.

No matter who it is, as long as they can pass through the "veil" and reach the huge abyss as a living person, they can become the unique god of death in this world by virtue of their soul power that has accumulated for countless thousands of years. Possibly the only true God.

And he is the kind of primitive god who directly controls the rules of death without belief.

Of course, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si does not want to become a god.

But this does not mean that there is no way to use this power to strengthen yourself.

Especially what kind of secrets are hidden under the abyss, he is full of curiosity, and he must find out no matter what to feel at ease.

"Your Excellency Soth, do you need me to prepare an owl messenger for you?"

A man who looked to be in his fifties was wearing a gorgeous and exaggerated crimson dress from the 18th century. The woman asked in French with a standard "Parisian accent".

"No need, Mrs. Caroline. This is just a notification, and there is no need to write a reply. And... I am always skeptical about the safety of the owl messenger." Zuo Si declined with a smile.

"Well, since you said so, I won't bother you any more. If you need anything, please feel free to ask, and don't be polite. After all, we are allies who have signed a magic contract."

After saying that, the woman known as Mrs. Caroline bowed gracefully, then turned around and walked out of the room with her skirt in hand, closing the door behind her.

When the crisp sound of high heels on the marble floor gradually faded away, Zuo Si asked the diary meaningfully: "Do you think Mrs. Caroline knows what I am doing?"

"Probably don't know.

Because the wizards in this world are too superficial in their exploration of death, even Dumbledore only knows a little bit about it.

But as the continuation of the entire French wizarding world One of the ancient families that has never been cut off, the other party must have guessed a little bit about the importance of your ongoing research, so he took the initiative to propose cooperation. ”

Diary replied with interest.

"In other words, some families in the French magic world took the initiative to change their attitudes after seeing the massacre in Berlin?" Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

"Perhaps it was those three pieces of magic mercury that made them feel that cooperation was more cost-effective than confrontation." The diary added.

Obviously, this Lady Caroline, who has a distinguished origin and background, is most likely a pawn being pushed out for testing.

80% of the time it is not just one family, but several families united together.

Maybe those dark wizards who had gathered in Berlin to make such a big fuss had their secret instigation and participation.

In line with the principle of taking a long time to catch the big fish, Zuo Si readily accepted the other party's kindness, so he moved into this luxurious manor located on the outskirts of Paris, which is said to be hundreds of years old, and enjoys everything including house elves. The service of a host of servants.

In return, he also took out three points of magic mercury and gave it to the other party to deal with.

In the end, both parties were happy and even signed an unbreakable oath to ensure that this covenant could continue forever.

Of course, this "unbreakable" is only for Mrs. Caroline.

Zuo Si has many ways to make the spell unable to take effect, or even if it takes effect, it cannot pose any threat to himself.

Not only that, he can also take this opportunity to find out who is the real power behind the French magic world, and which families are secretly issuing bounties against him.

You must know that in the circle of dark wizards, his "worth" has reached as high as five million gold galleons.

Although the corpse statue scared away many people, there were still some guys who were confident in their own strength and wanted to take the risk.

There is no doubt that compared to the British wizarding world under the pressure of Dumbledore, the wizarding families on the European continent are not only more unscrupulous in their behavior, but also extremely powerful, with both black and white. secular influence.

Just when Zuo Si burned the letters and re-immersed himself in the study of death, Mrs. Caroline had left the manor and came to an ancient castle less than 70 kilometers away from the famous Fontainebleau Palace.

It is not difficult to tell from the decoration style and overall structure of the outside that this place is almost a small replica of the Palace of Fontainebleau. Both the building and the courtyard seem to have been created by the same designer.

The only difference is that the animals raised here are not ordinary animals and hounds, but a variety of magical creatures.

In particular, there are several magical plants that can be used to make wands. Each one is worth more than one hundred thousand gold galleons. Some Bowtruckles can be clearly seen on the treetops.

In addition, a huge fire dragon crawled in the middle of the lawn in a very obedient manner, letting the house elves wipe and maintain its scales. There was no hint of irritability or rebelliousness at all. wild.

It was obvious that this was a dragon that was fully domesticated and kept as a pet, rather than those semi-wild fire dragons that were just used as materials.

As the owner of this castle, an old man with a face full of wrinkles and sagging skin is sitting on a lounge chair, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining on himself. It took a full minute before he asked: "How about it, have you figured out what that young man has been studying recently?"

"Sorry, grandpa, I have no clue about the topics he is studying. , I can’t even understand it at all,” Mrs. Caroline replied with some frustration.

"Oh? Didn't he ask for a lot of materials and magic items some time ago?" The old man slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Mrs. Caroline explained with a wry smile: "Many of the things Soth wants are raw materials with various uses, which can be used to prepare potions and make some magic props.

The only thing they have in common is that they are more or less involved in some mysterious fields related to the soul and death.

The most reliable speculation at present is that he may have developed a great interest in life and death after successfully creating only the second magic stone.

In addition, I also found that he has very close ties with the British Ministry of Magic.

Thankfully you insisted on not participating in that conspiracy, otherwise the consequences would have been very serious. "

When the old man heard these words, he quickly sat up from the recliner: "You mean, he has noticed the real mastermind behind those dark wizards? ”

"That's right. He even hinted to me that if I can give out a list, I will pay an extra piece of magic mercury as a reward." Mrs. Caroline immediately responded in the affirmative without thinking.

“You didn’t agree, right?” The old man’s face changed slightly.

Mrs. Caroline quickly shook her head: "Of course not. For something as sensitive and involving huge risks, how dare I make a promise easily without your permission."

“As long as you know the importance.

Remember, the secret to our family’s continued continuation is to never be a villain.

Especially for such despicable behavior involving informing, no matter what price the other party offers, we will never agree to it.

Rather than offending one party and pleasing the other, we are more willing to be a bridge in the middle.

Take this incident as an example. We will not collude with a dark wizard to offend a genius with great potential for the magic mercury that can bring people back to life.

Similarly, in order to please this genius, he will not offend those ancient families that have been rooted in the European continent for thousands of years.

Because things like fame, wealth, and magical power have meaning only if they ensure their own continuation. ”

The old man warned solemnly.

“Understood.”

Mrs. Caroline immediately bent down and knelt to express her obedience and respect to her grandfather.

Because she understood that the family was able to survive intact and develop from the turmoil that swept across Europe decades ago, without being expelled due to the death of heirs like some ancient families, all because of The wisdom of the old man in front of me.

Ensure survival and continuation first, then consider other things, never taking risks or being radical.

This is the code of conduct followed by my family.

Seeing that the most outstanding descendant has fully understood this, the old man praised with satisfaction: "You have done a good job so far. Hold an auction in my name and sell the remaining ones. Sell both copies of the magic mercury. "

"Don't you keep one as a spare or continue research?" Mrs. Caroline's eyes widened in surprise.

The old man waved his hand quickly: "There is no need.

Since a bottle was wasted and no alchemist can find anything from it, it means that this kind of thing cannot be easily copied.

Otherwise, the power of the magic stone would not be needed to create it.

So instead of keeping them in your hands to be conspicuous or even cause unnecessary losses, it is better to sell them all and replace them with more practical things.

What’s more, didn’t we reach a cooperation agreement with this young genius?

As long as this relationship can be properly maintained and managed, there will naturally be a chance to obtain magic mercury from him in the future.

My child, you must know how to restrain your greed and desires, and never try to get something beyond your own strength.

Otherwise, this thing will become a huge disaster, and even lead to the collapse and destruction of the family. "

"As you wish, grandfather. "

Caroline bowed deeply, then turned around and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor of the castle with elegant steps.

About a few hours later, dozens of An owl messenger delivered the invitation to the most powerful family rooted in the European continent. In an instant, like a depth bomb, the already weird atmosphere in the magical world suddenly became more undercurrent

Especially when the senior officials of the German Ministry of Magic almost overturned the table in their office when they heard the news

You must know that the crazy act of the dark wizard bombing the street and the horrific sculpture Zuo Si made out of corpses completely embarrassed them, and they are now facing the crisis of being impeached and removed from office.

The culprit that caused all this is naturally the magic mercury that can bring people back to life.

But now it’s good, this thing actually appeared at the auction openly.

If you have extra, you should take it out as soon as possible!

Why bother getting to this point!

Who would take huge risks to contain a super genius who has the blood of the Dumbledore family in his body and who has surpassed Nico Flamel in the field of alchemy when he can buy it with money?

The most important thing is that there are other ways to obtain it. Those rich and powerful ancient families will naturally not offer rewards to hire dark wizards, so the scene in Berlin will not happen, nor will the German Ministry of Magic. Withstand the abuse from the public and such huge pressure from public opinion.

In less than half a day, many people eager to get a piece of magic mercury appeared on the streets of Paris, France, carrying huge sums of money.

Their appearance made the French Ministry of Magic nervous and quickly dispatched a large number of manpower to ensure the safety of their persons and property.

After all, the French Ministry of Magic did not dare to take it lightly due to the lessons learned from the German Ministry of Magic.

For a time, this city, known as the European capital of art, culture and romance, was completely monitored by wizards.

Fortunately, this group of people carrying huge sums of money did not run around. Instead, they first visited Mrs. Caroline’s grandfather, and then lived there to wait for the auction to begin.

This leaves no room for many dark wizards who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. They can only hide nearby and wait for the auction to end to see if there are any suitable hunting targets.

In short, the emergence of magical mercury has put the magic world in all countries in a state of restlessness.

Whether there is someone who wants to be resurrected, or someone who plans to figure out the mystery and then copy it, they will do whatever it takes to get it.

As the creator of the second magic stone, Zuo Si inevitably became the center of this vortex.

It’s just that he didn’t care about it himself and was immersed in studying how to enter the afterlife.

The maids and house elves who are responsible for taking care of their daily life can often hear creepy screams coming from the cellar where experiments are conducted, and there is also some cold breath even across several walls. You can feel it too.

But what surprised them was that there was obviously no living thing in the cellar except Zuo Si. Where did those voices come from?

Under the control of strong fear, no one dared to approach before getting permission.

...

On the other side, on a small island far across the strait, two Dark Lords have just joined forces to capture Azkaban, the most notorious prison in the British wizarding world.

Those Dementors, who were portrayed as extremely terrifying figures, were driven away as easily as timid rabbits in front of them, without any resistance at all.

A group of Death Eaters, including August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Bastain, who were imprisoned here, finally regained their freedom and returned to their dreamland. The long-awaited master's side.

“It seems that the plan went more smoothly than expected, doesn’t it?”

The young Voldemort stood next to the giant basilisk, with a proud smile on his face.

You don’t need to ask to know that he planned and implemented this raid.

"Don't be too happy. This is only the first step. How to invade the Ministry of Magic and leave before Dumbledore arrives is the key."

Old Voldemort As he spoke, he moved the body that had only occupied it for a short time a little.

Since he had consumed a lot of magic power to drive away the dementors, his movements looked a little stiff, not as natural as when there was sufficient magic power.

"Master! I have some very useful information about that magic stone." August came closer and said in a very excited tone.

"What information is it?" the elder Voldemort asked with interest.

August hurriedly replied: "I was once taken to the Ministry of Magic and participated in an experiment on resurrection from the dead. I know which room in the Department of Mysteries the Sorcerer's Stone is stored in, and I also know what the real power is. The resurrection ability is not the magic stone itself, but the magic mercury created inside. "

"Oh? You were killed and then resurrected?"

Old man. Voldemort's eyes shone with a strange light.

As a person who is extremely resistant to the arrival of death and is willing to tear his own soul apart many times for this purpose, his interest in death is actually no less than that of Zuo Si.

It’s just that the price to pay for exploring death was too high, so I had to give up.

But now, a person who has died and been resurrected appears in front of me, so naturally I have to ask him carefully.

Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately asked: "What did you see after you died?"

August was obviously startled by his master's fiery eyes and responded subconsciously. : "It's... it's a curtain. After passing through, there is only endless coldness, darkness and nothingness, and the senses begin to become numb."

"No judgment? No death? No underworld?" Voldemort continued to ask with interest.

"No! There is nothing there except souls wandering aimlessly. But my death was short-lived, and I was forcibly dragged back to my body before I could go too far."

Auguste did not dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

After hearing this, Voldemort immediately looked at each other and saw excitement and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

Because if all this is true, after they capture the Philosopher's Stone, they can figure out the secrets of the afterlife through resurrection from the dead, and finally master the ultimate power called "death".

By then, both Dumbledore and Zuo Si will fall at their feet.

Of course, as the Dark Lord who "pity talents", Voldemort decided that as long as Zuo Si was willing to surrender, he would mercifully forgive Zuo Si for his previous offenses and allow him to join the Death Eaters and contribute to the great cause. strength.

"Let everyone prepare! In half an hour we will launch a raid on the Ministry of Magic. We must grab the Sorcerer's Stone no matter what."

After a brief silence, the elder Voldemort Give orders to the Death Eaters present who have just escaped from trouble.

Although he knew that due to being imprisoned for a long time and having happy memories extracted by dementors, these people had been greatly damaged both physically and mentally. It was best to give them some time to recover their physical strength and magic power. Only in this way can we maximize our strength.

But the problem is, Azkaban is a place that has received the most attention from the British Ministry of Magic.

After forty minutes at most, the other party will realize that there is a problem here.

So Voldemort could only give these men half an hour to rest, otherwise they would lose the surprise of the attack.

In addition, his nature is cold, ruthless and cruel, and he never takes other people's lives seriously.

In his eyes, Death Eaters were pure servants. How could they care about the lives of these guys who were willing to die for themselves at critical moments?

Half an hour flies by.

After eating a small amount of food, a group of Death Eaters took the wands they seized from the guards, followed closely behind Voldemort, and used Apparition to disappear.

They did not notice at all that a big black dog hiding in the dark jumped out of the cell deep in the prison after they left. Not only did they successfully avoid the massacre of other prisoners just now, but they also boarded the A small boat headed towards the land in the distance.

You don’t need to ask to know that this big black dog is Harry Potter’s godfather and the last male heir of the Black family, Sirius.

Although this guy was imprisoned in Azkaban as a Death Eater.

But he knew very well that he was not a Death Eater, but an enemy of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and he personally killed the traitor who betrayed the Potters - Peter Pettigrew.

So when I found out that two Voldemorts were attacking the prison, I immediately activated my Animagus ability and turned into a black dog. After the dementors were driven away, they immediately escaped from the cell and hid in the lowest level of the prison.

Otherwise, Bellatrix, Blake’s loyal and crazy sister to Voldemort, would definitely not mind casting the Cruciatus Curse on her and then make up for it. A death curse.

……

At the same time, far away in the Ministry of Magic underground in London, England, Fudge was not aware of the danger at all. He was sitting happily in his office, looking at the financial statements just sent by Umbridge, full of wrinkles. The old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Not bad! Your work is getting better and better, dear Dolores. I can't believe that just relying on that magic stone can bring such huge profits to the ministry every month."

“This is all thanks to your good leadership. Since the salary increase, the entire Ministry of Magic from top to bottom has praised your achievements during your tenure. I believe it won’t be long before you will Voted the greatest Minister of Magic in the history of the United Kingdom."

Umbridge came up with a rainbow fart as always, praising the extremely vain Fudge so much that the corners of her mouth almost reached the base of her ears. .

Although the latter also knew that this was not his own credit at all, but the credit of the Magic Stone and its creator Zuo Si.

But the problem is, how many people in this world can truly recognize themselves, and how many can remain rational and calm despite countless flattery.

Just when Fudge was about to say a few words of humility as usual and then share the credit with his most capable subordinates, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

With a deafening sound and vibration, the portraits, books and decorations hanging in the office instantly fell to the floor.

Before he could react to what was happening, another loud noise blasted open the closed door.

I saw a wizard covered in blood slamming into the wall behind him with the door, and then a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out from his mouth with a loud sound.

"Damn! What's going on? What happened?"

After a brief moment of confusion, Fudge immediately pulled out his wand and rushed to the side of the injured, asking loudly and urgently.

The latter endured the severe pain and responded in a dying tone: "Yes... they are Death Eaters! We were attacked by Death Eaters! Among them were August, Trevor, and Ann Dongning, Belacritus, Rodolphus, Bastan..."

Before he finished speaking, the wizard lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

"What? Death Eaters? Aren't these guys imprisoned in Azkaban?"

After learning the truth, Fudge fell into panic on the spot.

Because if this is true, then whether Azkaban is hijacked or the Ministry of Magic is attacked, it means the end of his political career.

"Your Excellency Minister! I think we should activate the defense mechanism immediately and summon all those who can hold a wand to take down these arrogant people."

Umbridge's eyes flashed. After a hint of joy, he hurriedly pretended to give suggestions.

It was clear that the ambitious woman saw the attack as an opportunity.

If Fudge is ousted now, she can rely on the agreements reached with various families on how to distribute magic mercury to gain support from each other, and then naturally ascend to the throne of Minister of Magic.

Poor Fudge didn't know that he had been sold. Without even thinking, he walked out of the office with his wand and gathered the staff who were also running around in panic.

After a while, more than thirty wizards gathered around him.

Although the strength of these people varied, fortunately there were enough of them, and they finally plucked up the courage and walked toward the location of the incident.

About ten minutes later, it was learned from the wounded who were awakened and treated that these Death Eaters rushed directly into the Department of Mysteries under the leadership of August. Fudge's hard-fought calmness suddenly showed his true colors, and he was horrified. He screamed endlessly: "No! Their target is the Sorcerer's Stone!"

In an instant!

Everyone present felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe.

Some could not help shaking violently, with boundless fear in their eyes.

Anyone who is not a fool will understand that this group of Death Eaters must have snatched the Philosopher's Stone in order to resurrect the Dark Lord who once hung like a dark cloud over the British wizarding world.

"We must not let these bastards succeed! Otherwise we will be doomed!" Another official stood up suddenly and shouted.

"That's right! We must not let them succeed! Anyone who can still move, follow me!"

"You! You! And you! Guard the entrance here."
 "Quick! Quick! Quick! Move faster!"

For a moment, the Ministry of Magic was in panic.

Fudge plucked up the courage and personally led the team into the only entrance to the Department of Mysteries.

About a few minutes later, he finally saw the two Voldemorts who had obtained the Sorcerer's Stone and a group of loyal Death Eaters in the room where the Sorcerer's Stone was stored.

"Hahahaha! Sorry, you are too late. I have already got what I want."

The older Voldemort raised the box containing the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand , with a ferocious smile on his face.

At this moment, he can already feel the amazing vitality and magic power contained in the magic mercury, which can definitely resurrect him in the most perfect posture.

Not only that!

The remaining part can also be used to strengthen oneself, making one's magic power stronger and more invincible than before.

"Who are you? And Lockhart, why are you here? Have you also become a Death Eater?"

Fudge's eyes widened and he was completely overwhelmed by the sight before him. Confused.

Since the two Voldemorts are not using their own bodies at the moment, no one can tell them apart from their appearance except those die-hard Death Eaters who know them best.

"Look! How pathetic! Our poor Minister of Magic hasn't figured out the situation yet." The older Voldemort sneered and mocked.

"Hmph! Does such an idiot deserve to be the Minister of Magic? The British wizarding world is really getting worse and worse. Master, please allow me to clean up these overestimating garbage for you." 
Belacritus raised the wand he snatched from other wizards, his eyes releasing endless madness and killing intent.

As one of the very few truly chaotic and evil representatives, she has already sacrificed her life and even her soul to the Dark Lord, and does not regard human life as a thing at all.

“Master?!”

When Fudge heard this word, his pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again. It felt like someone hit his chest hard with a fist, and even breathing became difficult.

After a full minute, he asked in a trembling voice: "You...are you Voldemort?"

"Haha, you are surprised, aren't you? Because in the Ministry of Magic In the narrative, I should be completely dead, but unfortunately, it is not easy to kill me, at least the boy you touted as the savior - Harry Potter cannot do it. . And this time, you will face two me."

As he said that, the older Voldemort made a gesture of invitation to his student self.

The young Voldemort, who looked like Lockhart, raised the corners of his mouth and saluted in a very elegant manner: "Nice to meet you, Minister Cornelius Fudge. Let me get to know you again, I am not What you think of as Gilderoy Lockhart is Tom Riddle. Of course, maybe you can call me another name - Voldemort."

As the last word came out, he showed everyone the change in alphabetical order between the two names.

This move immediately made many people who had worked in the Ministry of Magic for more than fifty years finally realize the relationship between Tom Riddle and Voldemort.

After all, the former was the best graduate of Hogwarts back then. Many people even thought that he would enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation and then rise all the way up until he became the Minister of Magic.

"Two...two Dark Lords?"

Umbridge swallowed subconsciously.

You must know that she has experienced the war ten years ago and understands how powerful Voldemort is.

One of them has made the British wizarding world restless, but now that the two of them come together, they are going to cause earth-shaking.

"That's right! Now you have to deal with two of me at the same time. But don't worry, I'm just here to take away the magic stone today, and I don't intend to go on a killing spree. But next time I come, I hope you will Everyone can think clearly about which side they should be on."

After saying these threatening words, the elder Voldemort raised his wand and prepared to disapparate.

From the moment he got the magic stone, he was eager to perform a resurrection ceremony and quickly abandon this fragile body.

But just when the magic spell was about to take effect, a white light suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Before anyone else could react, an old man wearing a blue robe with white hair and beard blocked the retreat of two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters.

"Dumbledore!"

The two Voldemorts shouted the old man's name in unison.

You don't need to ask to know that after hearing the news about Azkaban being hijacked and Death Eaters raiding the Ministry of Magic, the headmaster of Hogwarts rushed over immediately.

"Awakening two Horcruxes at the same time? Tom, your madness and evil are far beyond my imagination." Dumbledore said with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph! Thanks to you for recruiting this idiot Lockhart into the school to become a professor. I have done a lot of things with the help of his identity." The young Voldemort sneered and mocked.

"Were you responsible for attacking the students before?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light.

Voldemort deliberately responded in a nonchalant tone: "Do you think this question is still necessary to answer? If someone hadn't happened to pass by at that time, that poor little guy would have turned into a pile of skeletons by now."

"Stop talking nonsense! We have already obtained the Philosopher's Stone, there is no need to waste time with him here."

The older Voldemort gave his younger self a look.

The latter understood it instantly!

The next second...

Boom! ! ! ! ! !

The huge basilisk rushed in directly from the entrance and glanced at everyone present with its two pale yellow petrified eyes.

Many people, including Fudge, were instantly petrified before they realized what was happening.

Even Dumbledore himself, his feet below the knees quickly turned into gray-white stone.

There is no doubt that these are the last trump cards specially prepared by the two Voldemorts for critical moments.

You must know that the basilisk in the secret room is not an ordinary basilisk, but a thousand-year-old basilisk. Its petrified eye ability is beyond the ability of ordinary wizards to resist.

In the original plot, the young Voldemort did not play its role well at all, let alone use various powerful spells to cooperate with it.

That’s why he was killed by the savior Harry in an almost childlike manner.

But now, the two Voldemorts teamed up to set a trap, first hiding the basilisk outside the room, and then letting it suddenly break in and look at everyone in the room, instantly killing more than a dozen people. People were petrified in place.

But Dumbledore is indeed the greatest wizard of our time.

After discovering that he was affected by petrification, he immediately released the method of removing petrification that he had just learned from Zuo Si, and successfully avoided the fate of turning his whole person into a statue.

When he was about to fight back, he found that the two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters had disappeared.

Even the basilisk was taken away together, leaving only a group of petrified Ministry of Magic staff.

"Oh - this is a big trouble."

Looking at the empty table, Dumbledore sighed helplessly and began to remove the petrification of everyone present.

When Fudge returned to normal, he immediately grabbed the hand of the old man who had put him on the throne of the Minister of Magic, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Albus! Help me!"

"Sorry, I can't help you this time. Two Voldemorts are resurrected at the same time. Do you know what this means? Get ready! The storm is coming soon!"

Finish this sentence After saying that, Dumbledore left the scene without looking back.

As for Fudge, he stood there as if he had lost his soul. No matter what the people next to him said, there was no reaction at all.

Just when the entire Ministry of Magic was in chaos, Voldemort, who had successfully seized the Sorcerer's Stone, had arrived at an old house that had been prepared in advance.

No hesitation!

He directly set up a large pot and began to throw the materials needed for resurrection into it one by one.

When the water in the pot began to boil and turned blood red, he signaled the Death Eaters to take out the magic mercury from the inside of the magic stone.

Since he himself could not touch the magic stone directly, the magic stone was always kept in the original box along the way.

As the most loyal servant, Belacritus received this honor.

I saw her carefully opening the lid of the box, and then she stood there without moving for a long time, as if she had been under a restraining spell.

"Bellacritus! What's going on with you? Take out a piece of magic mercury quickly!"

Voldemort, who had already taken off his clothes and was preparing an iron pot to stew himself, frowned and urged impatiently.

"Master...Master! The Philosopher's Stone is gone!"

Bellacritus' voice had a hint of trembling in it, and he turned around with an expression uglier than crying.

“What? It’s gone! How is this possible!”

When he heard that the treasure he had finally grabbed was lost, the elder Voldemort immediately became furious and pushed the mad woman away.

As a result, I saw that the box was really empty, not to mention the magic stone, not even a drop of magic mercury leaking out.

Realizing that he might have been tricked, he immediately kicked Belacritus to the ground, stamped his whole head into the soil, and roared angrily: "Who? Who stole my magic stone!"

"Master, the magic stone has been kept by you from the beginning, and we haven't even touched it." August plopped on the ground and was frightened. explained.

Not only him, but also several other Death Eaters had similar reactions.

These people knew all too well what kind of crazy behavior the Dark Lord in front of them would do when he was angry.

If nothing else, everyone will definitely not be able to escape after a Cruciatus Curse meal.

"Then explain to me why the Sorcerer's Stone that was clearly placed inside was lost? Tell me!"

The elder Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at August. The front end flashed with a frightening green light, as if a death curse would be emitted in the next second.

At this critical moment, in the originally empty box, the magic stone appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort didn't care about anything else and immediately motioned to August to take it out.

What’s interesting is that the moment August’s hand was about to touch the box, the Sorcerer’s Stone disappeared again.

When he retracts his hand, the magic stone will appear out of thin air again.

At first, the two Voldemorts thought it was some kind of blindness or invisibility spell, but after several attempts, they found that it was not the case at all, that they were teleported away by some kind of power.

No matter what method is used, there is no way to prevent this from happening.

In other words, they succeeded in grabbing the magic stone, but they didn't completely grab it. They could only stare at the box but there was nothing they could do.

Even the Stop Curse, which is said to be able to end all magical effects, cannot have even the slightest impact on it.

Zuo Si, who was studying the mystery of death in Paris, France, would see the magic stone appearing next to him every few minutes, with a joking smile on his face.

You don’t need to ask to know that it was all his fault.

Because the box was tampered with when it was made.

Unless authorized, whether others touch it directly or indirectly, or use magic spells, the magic stone will be instantly transported to its true owner.

It will be retransmitted after permission is obtained.

In other words, everything Voldemort saw was done intentionally by Zuo Si.

For no other reason than that it’s fun to watch him get furious...

(End of this chapter)