Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Wu Muming was woken up by the cold.

A moment ago I was in the light of the explosion in the laboratory, but at this moment I was awakened by the cold.

Just like every starting male protagonist, he woke up in an orphanage.

But he was a bit worse.

He woke up in the orphanage's utility room.

Apart from the muddy floor and the dust floating in the air, he only had a musty-smelling wooden barrel and a mop covered with black fungus for company.

Wu Muming tried to move his fingers stiffly, only to feel the pain as if being minced by a meat grinder spread throughout his body from the deepest part of his soul, causing him to tremble all over, and a large amount of air full of musty smell and dust poured into him.

In his lungs, Wu Muming coughed and breathed in the air greedily, feeling the feeling of his body slowly getting warmer.

Accompanied by rapid breathing and violent coughing, countless fragmented memories emerged in his brain.

Wu Muming was originally a good young man in the 21st century. He accidentally encountered a laboratory explosion while staying up late to do experiments.

He didn't die in the explosion, but the explosion collapsed the floor and a one-ton ultra-low temperature refrigerator fell from the sky.

Wu Muming died suddenly on the spot.

It doesn't even hurt.

The dead thief is peaceful.

Then he woke up in this utility room.

Interestingly, this body is also called Wu Muming, whose English name is Tiela Wu, (Tie

a·Wu), like him, born in, having the same parents and the same appearance as him.

But the only difference is that Wu Muming's parents immigrated to the UK during the immigration wave in the 1980s with unrealistic foreign dreams.

A week after the plane landed, he was shot dead in a dark alley next to the theater.

Tragic, really miserable.

Wu Muming here was also sent directly to the orphanage, and died of hypothermia at night an hour ago.

Discrimination against Chinese was still quite serious in the 1980s.

This kind of discrimination is reflected in all aspects, including schools, workplaces, government agencies, restaurants, and of course, orphanages are no exception.

And sometimes, this kind of discrimination between children is worse and more blatant.

Among a group of blond orphans, you are the only one with black hair and black eyes. Who will bully you if they don't bully you?

From the first trivial things, being robbed of food and toys, to being picked on, pushed and beaten, and now being doused with cold water as a prank and locked in the utility room.

Tiera Wu, who was already in poor health, died of hypothermia at night.

After lying on the ground for a while, Wu Muming, or Tiera, slowly sat up, and slowly placed his right hand on the wrist of his left hand, silently counting for sixty seconds.

"The heartbeat is fine."

Tiela majored in biology and medicine in her previous university life. Although she was not a pure medical student, she still knew some simple medical methods.

"Huh?" After taking her own pulse, Tiera discovered that there was a ring on the ring finger of her left hand that obviously did not match his current identity. "This is..."

There were no windows in the utility room, and the door was closed. It was already time to turn off the lights, and the surroundings were pitch black. Tiera had to fumble with her right hand.

The ring felt a bit like a half made of some kind of bone. It was a circle larger than his ring finger. The ring was uneven and seemed to be engraved with some patterns. The patterns were densely covered with the entire ring. Tiera

After touching it back and forth for two times, I could barely identify the patterns. They seemed to be English words that had been extremely artistic.

“th…………ei……lin……”

Tiera tried to read the words based on the intervals between the patterns and the English pronunciation.

When the last syllable blurted out, Tiera, who was in the utility room, suddenly disappeared, as if being erased by an eraser.

The next moment Tiera's eyes lit up and she appeared in a dark library.

“Ugh~~”

Although Tiera's stomach was empty, she still couldn't help but retched. She felt as sick as if she had been on a roller coaster for five hours straight.

Tiera lay on the ground as weak as a dead dog. After the feeling subsided a little, he turned over and lay face up on the ground.

What Tiera saw was a very wide ceiling far away from him. Below the ceiling was a neatly repaired stone wall, which became smaller in circles. Even on the ground floor where Tiera was located, it was nearly 500 square meters in size.

. It is an inverted pyramid-shaped building, roughly estimated to have at least a thousand floors. Each floor is only half a person tall, and each floor is hollow. All kinds of books and scrolls are messily stuffed inside.

After regaining a little strength, Tiera sat up. Only then did he see a very simple wooden table standing next to him. On the wooden table were piles of rolls of parchment and a lamp made of strange stones.

Table lamp composed of.

Wu Muming slowly crawled towards the wooden table and sat down directly on the wooden chair in front of the wooden table.

The parchment papers on the table were piled up in a very messy manner, and some of them were even torn into pieces and crumpled into paper balls.

Tiera picked up a piece of parchment at random, which was filled with a dense and twisted text, which looked a bit like English, but not exactly the same. After staring at it for a while, Wu Muming felt dizzy.

However, when his fingers touched these words, a powerful message flooded into his brain.

"...Among all the universes and all living beings, except for those gods and descendants personally reproduced by the Supreme Mother Goddess, there is no living being that can compare..."

Tiera was so frightened that she quickly took her hand away.

Then he went to touch another parchment with his fingers.

"...Peel the manli fruits that were knocked down by thunderstorms, dry them in the sun, crush them, and take two spoons..."

Tiera stared at the twisted words.

He was certain that he did not recognize these words, but when his fingers touched these words, the knowledge represented by these words automatically flooded into his brain.

After reading a few pieces of parchment, Tiera had a vague suspicion in her mind, and walked toward the nearest grotto with a heavy face.

Tiera's hand carefully traced the spines of the books, and one after another, the titles full of blasphemy and evil feelings flowed into his brain.

The biggest and thickest one..."Necronomicon"

A thinner one, like an ordinary textbook... "The Book of Unknown Sacrifice"

Tall and thin, wrapped in an unknown hard leather shell... "Raleye Text"

A thin book, sewn with cotton thread like an ancient Chinese book... "Seven Chapters of Xuanjun..."

Whoosh, the ancient book flew out from the bookshelf and fell in front of Wu Muming. The pages of the book automatically unfolded in front of Wu Muming without any wind.

Tiera had never felt that Chinese characters were so terrifying and disgusting at this moment.

He knew every word on it. The moment his eyes came into contact with the two pages of Chinese characters, the hairs all over Tiera's body stood up, as if some incomprehensible knowledge had been forced into his soul, causing confusion.

Screams and incomprehensible images filled his mind.

The goosebumps all over my body popped up one by one, getting bigger and bigger, and crowded into translucent and sticky pustules.