Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

In the erosion of magic, Lockhart struggled to maintain his existence without being destroyed. His past and future seemed to be summoned at the same time and squeezed into a small square space. Lockhart clearly saw the old age.

The version of himself used his forehead covered with old-spots to tilt his chin, while the young version of himself had his dirty feet stepped on the empty position on his face.

Reading memory directly is the easiest and most direct way, but large libraries seem to be more inclined to leave the privacy that the recipient should have.

Lockhart was very panicked at this moment.

After being liberated from the strange quadruple, he appeared in the middle of the parliamentary hall.

The bookshelf floating in the air are square or rectangular shapes, and each surface is filled with books.

The floating candle was illuminated with white light, and the place where the light was the high platform Lockhart was facing at this time, which was like the judge's parliament platform.

The woman standing on the platform has long pointed ears like elfs, her eyes are slightly lit with rose-red light due to the full magic, while her eyelids are half covered, looking like she can't wake up.

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The yellow fluorescent butterfly circled around her, and the blue light spots lingered around like water vapor. The slender hand was casually holding the white quill, and the random movement seemed to be without any intention of using strength.

"So, are you the newly nominated candidate for the sacrificial throne? You're a guy who can't describe it." The girl turned the quill and sent the candle to Lockhart's side with a slight breeze.

Lockhart felt that the cold sweat had fallen, of course it was not because of the harmless appearance of the girl.

Lockhart's specialty magic is a spell used to tamper with the soul, and he can make a slight judgment on the nature of the other party's soul.

But at this moment he didn't even have the courage to look up.

In his senses, he had nowhere to hide in the eyes of existence. He seemed to feel that the dirtiest parts of himself were picked out and placed in full view of everyone.

"Oh~" the girl on the platform sighed softly, and the old god shook her head, "This newcomer is not good. Even if my requirements have never been high, it is difficult to entrust such a form... Huh?"

Lockhart still lowered his head until he heard the girl mutter, "It's interesting."

"Look up, new professor!"

The girl was just a simple command, without using any spells, and could not feel any magical breath.

Lockhart looked up immediately, very well-behaved.

On both sides of the platform in front of him, countless figures shrouded under gray sacrificial robes appeared.

And one of them has come to him.

"Black Magic Defense Class... If you remember correctly, this sacrificial throne is called this now. The sacrificial throne will often be contaminated with the breath of your senior who returned it. This sacrificial throne seems to recognize you~"

The girl picked up the quill.

The blowing wind lifted the figure's hood.

Showing an Asian face that is so familiar that he always comes to torture himself in his dreams.

“Yi…Ian???”

Ian Ricky's face appeared in front of Lockhart.

The girl was swaying her bare feet leisurely, "Ah~ a guy with unknown origin, his identity seems quite special. Oh~ I'm too lazy to care. Since he nodded and could accept the sacrificial throne, you can take it away.

Anyway, even if there is trouble, Dumbledore will solve it."

After saying that, the girl stretched and yawned.

"The decision that should be decided is over ~ Go back and you."

Lockhart still looked like he couldn't figure out what the situation was. "What did you decide? Madam! I don't understand!"

There are too many things he can't understand.

He couldn't understand what this was. He couldn't understand why Ian was here, and he couldn't understand what the magic supply he was getting came from...

There is no way to understand why there is an unfathomable and powerful person in Hogwarts...

Elemental Life!

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Jody didn't know that he was curious about his needs and wanted to see the big library, which had just shown a small part of the mystery in front of Lockhart.

At this moment, Jody focused on what was happening in front of her, or the person in front of her.

The guy in front of him was extremely pale in complexion, and his eyes were covered with strange red.

There are multiple versions of the rumored description of Voldemort's face. This guy has rewrites his life form in various super-class magic experiments.

According to Jody's understanding, although Voldemort insisted that he was pure blood, he entered Hogwarts as a non-pure blood, entered Slytherin to face the coldest faces in the world, and his good feelings for pure blood

It is estimated to be limited.

Maybe claiming that your pure blood is just for use?

Judging from his actions of attacking his soul without hesitation, feeling that he used the blood of the snake and the blood of the unicorn to disrupt his life form.

He actually hates the fact that he is a human being?

When the adult version of Voldemort faced Jody, his youthful face did not hide his hatred.

Jody felt the vicious look and thought.

"You should feel it." Jody asked the other party if he knew that his body was dead.

"Pride, your tricks have worked. Does this battle without honor bring you a sense of superiority?"

Jody was very helpful, "I am so proud that I can eat an extra bowl of supper."

The vulgar words and thick-skinned statements somewhat disrupted Voldemort's thinking, "Maybe you are proud of your despicableness now, but you actually have the opportunity to get more. My wisdom and my strength are the greatest wealth.

, the wisdom I had with that I killed was the precious wealth of the wizards…”

"So I'm here to let you spit out the wealth you know, and it's best that you can be tactful and don't bargain." Jody, who is, since he entered Hogwarts, he has put every book of the prophecy

Recalling and sorting out the details carefully, remembering them firmly.

Since Voldemort's sweet words were so powerful, the best way to fight him was to hold any of his proposals in hand. Control your own rhythm and prevent this guy from leading the way.

It is very simple to disrupt the other party's pace. Jody just needs to throw out some topics that the other party is caught off guard.

"Don't plan to talk to me? There's something about your Horcruxes that still have a chance to resurrect."

"Are you talking about me? As you see, I can no longer be resurrected."

"You don't want to say that you only have one Horcrux, right?"

"I don't know what happened to me after the split."

"Then let's talk about what you must know. In what form will the consciousness of the dispersed main soul choose to use the inherited Horcrux?" Jody almost laughed out loud by Voldemort's pretending to be stupid.

"I've said that I can't inherit the main soul, so don't think about finding an idea in me."

"Oh~" Jody showed a look of 'I understand', "It turns out that the consciousness of the main soul will really be resurrected on the Horcrux in the form of inheritance."

"The secret of the Horcrux is indeed worth studying~ Sorry, I was cheating you just now..."