Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"In addition to returning the Philosopher's Stone, Tiera will hold a Philosopher's Stone Return Ceremony three days after we deliver the Philosopher's Stone to Nicoreme." Hermione continued.

"What ceremony?" Harry asked.

After studying dark magic for a year, Harry was very sensitive to words like 'ritual'.

"Tiera will hold a ceremony or press conference, and invite some famous wizards from the British, German, and French magic circles to witness the handing over of the Magic Stone to Nicoléme," Hermione said, "

Of course, the magic stone handed over during the ceremony was a fake magic stone, and we would have handed over the real magic stone to Mr. Nicoléme a long time ago."

"Ah?" Ron's head was full of questions, "Then why do we have to return this fake Sorcerer's Stone?"

"I guess," Harry said suddenly, "it's to use this so-called return ritual to catch the mysterious man?"

"That's right!" Hermione said, "Tiera has always known that the mysterious man coveted the Philosopher's Stone, so when the Philosopher's Stone was refined and returned to Nico Flamel, Tiera prepared to use the fake Philosopher's Stone to trick Voldemort.

Fish it out and catch it.”

"After all, the radical candidate at the Ministry of Magic in Europe seems to be backed by Voldemort!"

"But the radical International Magic Federation candidate can get so much support. Mainly because, well," Ron said, "Is it because Tiera goes too far with the unequal treaties drawn up by Europe?

"

"As I said before, Ron, since they decide to fight, they must bear the consequences." Hermione said almost ruthlessly.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and said nothing.

"Then I guess. In the past few days, you won't go to New Hogsmeade Village and New Tynum Village with us to see the newly opened magical specialty shops there, but choose to stay in Hogwarts to do your work.

Magic experiment?" Ron asked.

"Yes." Hermione said, "I plan to ask Tiera for the Philosopher's Stone tomorrow morning. I will take a short rest tonight and continue studying tomorrow."

"Hey, Hermione, to be honest, I think you are good enough. You should relax more. We shouldn't-" Harry seemed to want to persuade Hermione.

"I will relax myself. Aren't we going to travel to the Muggle society in Europe together?" Hermione stood up and wiped off the grass clippings and mud foam stuck to her wizard robes. "Let's go, boys.

It’s time to go back to the dormitory and pack your things.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other again -

"Have you ever thought?" Harry and Ron stood behind and whispered, "Hermione's temper."

"Shhh" Ron poked Harry teasingly, "Do you want to die?"

"Hehe." Harry responded with a smile, and he and Ron caught up with Hermione, and the three of them walked under the dappled sunshine.

"Nicolème. Philosopher's Stone. Haha Bait"

Somewhere in Europe, in a black cave, the old Voldemort sat on a suspended golden throne and murmured in a hoarse voice.

Voldemort's words echoed in the air, and the cave was filled with a gloomy and decaying atmosphere.

Voldemort on the Golden Throne seemed extremely unstable, as if shadow and death were overlapping.

The walls of the cave are covered with ancient runes and forbidden spells, emitting bursts of dark light——

This was something that the Death Eaters had never seen before.