A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Have the changes in the Time Hall been discovered by Professor Crocker? It seems that I need to find a time to talk to this expert who has been studying time reversal spells and related secrets all his life..."

After reading the letter Umbridge sent to him in private, Zuo Si, who was secretly studying the mystery of death under the guise of "academic exchange", quickly showed a thoughtful expression 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, and may even be the only true god by virtue of the soul power accumulated for countless thousands of years.

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

Of course, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si doesn't want to become a god.

But that doesn't mean there's 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.

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

A woman who looked to be in her fifties and wore a gorgeous and exaggerated crimson dress from the 18th century asked in French with a standard "Parisian accent".

"No need, Mrs. Caroline. This is just a notice, 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.

However, as one of the ancient families that has never been cut off in the French magic world, the other party must have guessed the importance of your ongoing research, so they 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.

"Maybe it's those three pieces of magic mercury that make them feel that cooperation is more cost-effective than confrontation." The diary added.

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

There is probably more than one family behind it, but the order of several families joining 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 shot to catch the big fish, Zuo Si readily accepted the other party's kindness, so he moved into this luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris, which was said to be hundreds of years old, and enjoyed the service of servants including house elves.

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 alliance could continue forever.

Of course, this "unbreakable" is only for Lady 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 family members 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, having considerable influence in both black and white.

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 all kinds of magical creatures.

In particular, there are several magical plants that can be used to make wands, each of which is worth more than one hundred thousand gold galleons. Traces of bowtruckles can be clearly seen on the treetops.

In addition, a huge fire dragon crawled in the middle of the lawn in a very submissive manner, allowing the house elves to wipe and maintain its scales. There was no trace of the violent and unruly wildness.

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 merely used as materials.

As the owner of this castle, an old man with a face full of wrinkles and sagging skin was sitting on a lounge chair, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun on his body for a full minute. Then 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 subject he is studying, and I don'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 Philosopher's Stone.

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

Fortunately, 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, did you?" 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 existence is to never be a villain who is seeking profit and forgetting his own righteousness.

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.

Nor would he offend those ancient families that have been rooted in the European continent for thousands of years just to please this genius.

Because only by ensuring their own continuation, things like fame, wealth, and magical power have meaning. "

The old man warned solemnly.

"Understood."

Lady Caroline immediately knelt down 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, and was not expelled due to extinct heirs like some ancient families, all because of the wisdom of the old man in front of her. .

Ensure survival and continuity 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 two magic mercury Drop it."

"All of them? Don't you want to keep a spare copy or continue research?" Mrs. Caroline's eyes widened in surprise.

The old man waved his hand quickly: "It's not necessary.

Since a bottle was wasted and no alchemist could 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 it in your hands to be conspicuous or even cause unnecessary losses, it is better to sell it all and replace it with something more practical.

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 with graceful steps and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor of the castle.

About a few hours later, dozens of owl messengers 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 even more undercurrent. move.

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, luckily, this thing actually appeared at the auction openly.

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

Why have the trouble reached this stage?

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, and the scene in Berlin will not happen. The German Ministry of Magic will not have to endure the abuse and abuse from the people. Such huge public pressure.

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 they quickly dispatched a large number of manpower to ensure the safety of their persons and property.

After all, the German Ministry of Magic has learned from the past, and the French Ministry of Magic does not dare to take it lightly.

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 wander around. Instead, they first visited Mrs. Caroline's grandfather, and then lived there to wait for the auction to begin.

This leaves many dark wizards who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune with no room for action. 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 magical world in all countries in a state of restlessness.

Whether there are people who want to be resurrected, or they plan to figure out the secrets 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 doesn't care about it himself and is 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 blood-curdling screams coming from the cellar where experiments are conducted, and there is also a cold atmosphere that can be felt even through several walls.

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 get close without permission.

…

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

The 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 imprisoned here, including August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Bastan, finally regained their freedom and returned to their long-awaited master. .

"It seems 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 just the first step. How to invade the Ministry of Magic and leave before Dumbledore arrives is the key."

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

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 the magic power was sufficient.

"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 great 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 who has the ability to truly resurrect the dead. Not the Philosopher's Stone itself, but the magic mercury that is created inside."

"Oh? You were killed and then resurrected?"

The elder 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.

But 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 the owner's hot 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 great interest.

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

August didn't dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

Even Voldemort immediately looked at each other after hearing this, seeing 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 a Dark Lord who "pityed talents", Voldemort decided that as long as Zuo Si was willing to surrender, he would mercifully forgive Zuo Si's past offenses against him and allow him to join the Death Eaters and contribute to the great cause.

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

After a brief silence, the elder Voldemort issued orders to the newly escaped Death Eaters present.

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 so that they could maximize their 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.

Therefore, Voldemort could only give these men half an hour to rest, otherwise the surprise of the attack would be lost.

In addition, his nature is cold, heartless 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 him 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 didn't 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 a small boat and headed towards The distant land sails away.

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.

Even though 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 he discovered that two Voldemorts were attacking the prison, he immediately activated his 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, Black's loyal and crazy sister to Voldemort, Bellatrix, would definitely not mind casting a Cruciatus Curse on her, followed by 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 has praised your achievements during your term of office from top to bottom. I believe it won't be long before you will be selected as the British Prime Minister of all time. The greatest Minister of Magic."

Umbridge came up with a rainbow fart as always, praising the extremely vain Fudge so much that the corner 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 bang blasted open the closed door.

I saw a wizard covered in blood slamming into the wall behind the door 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 period of confusion, Fudge immediately pulled out his wand and rushed to the injured person's side, 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, Antonin, and Belacree Tes, 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 with joy, and she quickly pretended to give some advice.

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, so they finally plucked up the courage and walked towards the scene of the incident in a mighty manner.

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 kept screaming: "No! Their target is the Sorcerer's Stone!"

moment!

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

Some of them couldn't 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!"

Suddenly, 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, as well as a group of loyal Death Eaters in the room where the Sorcerer's Stone was stored.

"Hahaha! Sorry, you came too late. I already got what I wanted."

The older Voldemort raised the box containing the Philosopher'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 confused by what he saw in front of him.

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 murderous intent.

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

"Owner?!"

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 narrative of the Ministry of Magic, I should have been completely dead. But unfortunately, it is not easy to kill me, at least the one you touted as The boy who is the savior - Harry Potter can't do it yet. And this time, you will face two me."

As he spoke, 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 the Gilderoy you think I am. Lockhart, but 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 most outstanding graduate of Hogwarts back then. Many people even thought that he would enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation and then rise through the ranks 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 each of you can think about yourself. Which side should we be on?”

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

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 blue robes with gray hair and beard blocked the retreat of two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters.

"Dumbledore!"

"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 boy would have turned into a pile of skeletons by now."

"Stop talking nonsense! We have already obtained the magic 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 this is the last trump card prepared by the two Voldemorts specially 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 Harry, the savior, in an almost childlike manner.

But now, the two Voldemorts teamed up to set a trap. They first hid the basilisk outside the room, and then let it suddenly break in and look at everyone in the room, instantly turning a dozen people to stone.

But Dumbledore is indeed the greatest wizard of our time.

After discovering that he was affected by petrification, he immediately released the de-petrification technique 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, leaving only a group of petrified Ministry of Magic staff.

"Oh - we're in big trouble now."

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? Be prepared! The storm is coming soon!"

After saying this, 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 in the materials needed for resurrection 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 Philosopher's Stone.

Since he could not touch the Philosopher's Stone directly, the Philosopher's Stone was always kept in its original box.

This honor was bestowed upon Belacritus as a most faithful servant.

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 to stew himself in an iron pot, frowned and urged impatiently.

"Master...Master! The magic stone is missing!"

There was a tremor in Bellacritus's voice, and he turned around with an expression that was 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 head into the dirt, and roared angrily: "Who? Who stole my Magic stone!"

"Master, the Philosopher's Stone has been kept by you from the beginning, and we haven't even touched it." August knelt on the ground with a plop and explained in panic.

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.

Apart from anything else, everyone would definitely not be able to escape after a Cruciatus Curse meal.

"Then explain to me why the magic 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 terrifying green light, as if a death curse would be shot out in the next second.

At this critical moment, in the originally empty box, the magic stone suddenly 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.

But what's interesting is that the moment August's hand was about to touch the box, the magic 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 stopping spell, 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 Philosopher's Stone appearing next to him every few minutes, with a joking smile on his face.

You know without asking that it was all his fault.

Because the box had been tampered with when it was made.

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

It will be sent back 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...