Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 81 Extra: A sign of fate

I wish the group of friends a happy birthday to the husky who is passing by, she [existence]~ Here is a special extra article.

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"Horse... this absurd... After more than seventy years of experiments, it has failed in theory and practice... History and facts have proven that it is a complete disaster to mankind..."

"In order to rule Russia and the world, Stalin put... whenever there was... there would be civil war, famine and terror."

"For this reason, we in the Kremlin sincerely apologize to people and countries around the world who have been persecuted..."

"Now we solemnly declare that all organizations of the former Soviet Union have been dissolved. From now on, any activities of the former Soviet Union are illegal and subject to legal sanctions..."

On December 25, 1991, as Gorbachev's resignation speech as the last president was broadcast on television, this once huge and glorious red empire collapsed.

Flies, mosquitoes, and maggot-like capitalists and white bandits cheered and danced proudly on the corpse of the hero.

Scott Lake - a well-dressed gentleman with gray hair, a resolute face, and a body as thin as an unshakable mountain, walked quickly through the numb crowd and painful veterans, and came to a hospital on the outskirts of Moscow.

library.

The roars of drunken men and the quarrels of desperate women could be heard in the library.

Priceless research materials are burning in every fireplace just to get through this cold winter.

Scott Lake walked to the third floor. When he was near the end of the corridor, he waved his magic wand, and a simple door suddenly appeared on the wall.

This is a room sealed by bricks and tiles.

Scott quickly walked into the room, and the door behind him disappeared and turned back into a thick brick wall.

This sealed room was not big, with no windows on the four walls, and only a huge, lonely wooden door standing in the center of the room.

Scott approached the wooden door and tapped the wooden door with the wand in three long and two short strokes.

"Squeak--" The wooden door slowly opened, and a magnificent conference room appeared behind the wooden door that was supposed to contain nothing.

Scott walked into the conference room, took off his hat and bowed slightly to the chairperson of the empty conference room, scanning the entire conference room with his deep blue eyes.

There were not many people in the conference room. Counting Scott, there were only five people - a witch with straight black hair and dark blue eyes who looked to be in her twenties or thirties and was sitting in the front seat on the right.

A tall, thin wizard with short white hair and a goatee with curls at the end on his thin chin.

An old woman with silver-white hair neatly tied up, skin like dry tree bark, but with a straight back.

There was also a short, fat, bald man.

The entire conference room seems to be built on the edge of a cliff near the sea, and the endless blue ocean can be seen through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

But through another floor-to-ceiling window, what I saw was a dense forest.

There are also bustling commercial streets, castles built in barren wilderness, huts on the mountains, caves in the desert...

And the floor-to-ceiling window behind Scott——

A magnificent library built on the outskirts of Moscow.

"No." Scott Lake found a stool and sat down, and said categorically, "The sickle and hammer don't refer to it. The last prophecy left by Lord Grindelwald...the sickle and hammer wrapped in a five-pointed star...

…not the Soviet Union.”

Hearing Scott's words, the scene fell into dead silence. The young witch kept curling her white hair with her fingers nervously. Her dark blue eyes kept looking at the person sitting opposite her, her back straight.

old woman.

"Hasty made another prophecy." The old woman said. Unlike her dying appearance, the old woman who looked to be at least ninety years old had a loud voice and full of confidence, like a never-tiring fighter.

"Well... yes, I made another prophecy." The young witch Hastihad, the most gifted prophet in Durmstrang Magic School, bit her lip and said.

Everyone present turned their attention to the young witch sitting in the first seat on the right.

"The prophecy is vague..." Hasty said, "The burning golden cup...the deflection of fate...the mortal who escapes death...the red star will appear...the sickle and the hammer will appear..."