Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Magic stone……"

In Albania, in a deep and dark forest, Voldemort, wearing a smooth black wizard's robe, was pacing back and forth in a tent set up at odd hours.

"Magic stone……"

He kept mumbling to himself.

Voldemort has begun his own ritual of becoming a god.

Thanks to gaining power more than 20 years ago, Voldemort no longer needs to arrange an anchor point for his return. His terrifying image has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is the street light for his return to the world.

He doesn’t need to worry about the stairs either——

He already possesses the Horcrux, which is something that is far closer to him than the ladder. Now Voldemort only needs to perform another ceremony to attach the attributes of the law to his Horcrux.

The only two things Voldemort had to worry about were -

The magic stone, and the sky gold, flowing silver and pillar copper used to construct the ritual.

It’s not that Voldemort doesn’t know how to refine the Sorcerer’s Stone, it’s just that he doesn’t have time to refine it——

To be precise, Voldemort knew that he could not hide Tiera's research notes from the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

Voldemort has now received news that Tiera is secretly looking for something. Not long ago, one of the countless Tieras came here and used some magic that Voldemort didn't understand to sweep through the place inch by inch.

A forest.

If it weren't for the fact that the notebooks Voldemort took away contained a method of arranging a hidden magic circle, Voldemort even felt that he might have been discovered by Tiera this time.

Therefore, Voldemort must speed up the progress of his godhood ceremony.

At least at this stage, Voldemort doesn't have that much time to refine a magic stone through experiments and calculations again and again.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Voldemort laughed gloomily in the dark tent, recalling a message he received a few days ago, and seemed to have a plan.

…

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" It was Robin Scarlett, who was new to the school this year. He seemed to suddenly appear next to Harry, "Hello, Harry, I, I have a message for you."

"Did Professor Slughorn give it to me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Oh, no...it's Professor Snape." Robbins said, and Harry's heart sank.

"He said...well...that your confinement was postponed until today, a week from now," Robbins said.

"Okay, thank you!" Harry said cheerfully.

For a moment, Harry's mood suddenly became much happier.

"Great, Tiera, we can go to Professor Slughorn's dinner together." Harry said happily.

"Yeah." Tiera said calmly.

Time soon came to October, and mid-October was their first trip to Hogsmeade this semester.

Harry was also thinking about this trip to Hogsmeade. He didn't know whether these trips would be allowed. Recently, the Daily Prophet reported more and more attacks on the wizarding world, and Tiye

pull--

It's also getting busier and busier.

Gu Xun

Although Harry asked Tiera countless times if anything had happened recently.

Tiera always smiled and said it was okay, but at the same time, security measures around the school were tightened day by day.

However, in mid-October, they finally learned that their trip to Hogsmeade had not been cancelled. This made the little wizards, especially the new first-year bean sprouts, very happy that they could still go to Hogsmeade.

Maud, after all, it would be nice to be able to spend a few hours on the land outside the castle.

Harry woke up early on the day of his journey, with a storm outside, and passed the time before breakfast by reading his book Advanced Potion-Making.

Harry didn't often lie in bed and read textbooks, because in Ron's opinion, that kind of behavior was exclusive to nerds like Tiera and Hermione.

However, Harry felt that the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making" could not be considered a textbook at all.

The more Harry reads this book, the more he discovers.

Not only did he provide tips on making potions, which made him leave a better impression on Slug, but he also scrawled some spells in the margins with traces of modification. Harry was very sure that,

This was invented by the Half-Blood Prince himself.

After asking Tiera, Harry tried several spells invented by the prince himself.

There is a spell that can make toenails grow incredibly fast. Harry had tried it on Grubbs in the corridor in a bad way, and it had very interesting effects.

There was also a spell to stick tongues to the ceiling, which he had already used on an unsuspecting Filch, and everyone cheered -

Of course, next, Gryffindor was deducted twenty points, and Harry received a punishment of confinement from Tiera——

The reason was disrespect for the teacher and blatant use of malicious and hurtful curses.

Harry succeeded Mercedes Amicitia as Tiera's assistant teacher in the Dark Arts class, helping Tiera manage the large class of young wizards.

In addition, the most useful one is the Mofei Spell, which can send a very soft sound that cannot be heard to other people's ears, so that you can speak in class without being overheard.

But Hermione was the only one who didn't find the spell amusing, and she was the only one who consistently objected and refused to talk when Harry used the spell on those around him.

Harry sat up from the bed and turned the book so that he could better see the scrawled handwriting describing a spell that seemed to have caused some trouble for the Half-Blood Prince.

Finally, after several revisions, in a corner of the page, there was scrawled:

Wallis(nvbl)

While the storm pounded the windows mercilessly, Neville snored loudly, and Harry stared at the letters in brackets.

nvbl.

That probably meant "silent." Harry didn't know if he could try this particular spell; it was different from the silent spells Snape taught in every Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In addition, Harry felt that the prince was a more impressive teacher than Snape.

His wand was pointed at nothing, moved a few times, and then—

His delicate white fingers were resting on Harry's wand.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you." Tiera, who was still sleeping on the bed in the dormitory, didn't know when she sat beside Harry's bed.

"Do you still remember what I warned you when I taught you black magic last semester?" Tiera said with a smile, "Don't use magic spells casually."

"Huh?" Harry said inexplicably.

"There's nothing wrong with the spells in this book." Tiera said with a smile, "It's okay if you want to learn it. It can enhance your magic ability, but I hope you can remember that the spells in this book are just

The spells created by a student, please be more profound when using them, okay?"