Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The new guest seemed to be a young man, but his face was a bit poor and very pale.

The old man who was reading the newspaper also looked up, squinted his eyes and said softly: "My old friend is back." However, Aberforth couldn't remember when such a face appeared in his bar.

In fact, most wizards who come here will not reveal their true appearance.

"Just call me Walls." The new pale young wizard nodded towards Aberforth and the old wizard, and then found a random seat to sit down.

"Have a glass of brandy, preferably with some dragon's blood."

"No," Aberforth whispered.

"No dragon blood?"

"No dragon's blood, no brandy. Just butterbeer and firewhiskey." He looked like he didn't like drinking.

"Then fire whiskey, it's raining outside, I need to warm myself up." Walls stretched his body and leaned on the chair, and then took out the Daily Prophet from the past two days in his pocket. He looked pretending, but But his eyes kept turning on Aberforth and the old wizard.

It seemed that he wanted to talk to them more.

But the old wizard just glanced at him when he came in, and immediately concentrated on reading his own things.

Walls had no way to speak. He could only wait for Aberforth to come over with a wine glass, then he put down the newspaper and said to the familiar dirty bartender: "Do they have any clues? I mean Sirius Black." and Tom Riddle.”

"No." Aberforth simply replied, not wanting to talk.

Walls was unwilling to let him go like this, so he flicked the newspaper, and the paper made a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet bar.

"I heard he showed up here? Tom Riddle."

"Maybe, the Ministry of Magic said he might have been staying in Hogsmeade, but I haven't seen it," Aberforth said.

"The Ministry of Magic really can't get anything done." The old wizard also heard their conversation and joined in. "The goblins and the dark wizards colluded together, obviously planning to start another rebellion. But they actually negotiated with the goblins. Just As if those greedy and cunning things would admit that the dead goblins were their own.

"We suppressed the rebellion hundreds of years ago, but ended up giving up Gringotts. I think they might as well give up the Ministry of Magic!" the old wizard said sarcastically.

Walls didn't dwell on the topic.

It is obvious that whoever has the big fist has the power.

He only cares about two things, the whereabouts of Tom Riddle and ancient magic.

His eyes turned to the newspaper again. The Daily Prophet explained the last incident clearly. After Tom Riddle escaped from prison, he acted much more high-profile than Sirius Black.

But everything a person does must have a reason. He cannot attack the Ministry of Magic for no reason unless he wants to get something. Judging from the incident in the Scottish Highlands, his purpose is naturally ancient magic.

Walls was not surprised that Tom Riddle wanted to gain access to the secrets of ancient magic.

after all……

'That was the power that almost killed me. ’

He lowered his head, and the facial features on his face were distorted. Another face flashed away, with its dim pupils raised, like a cold-blooded animal. He was none other than Voldemort.

After leaving Albania for the second time, he returned all the way to England just to find another "self".

He wanted to know how the fragment of the soul in the Horcrux was resurrected. You must know that when he was making the Horcrux, he had never heard of such a thing happening.

The function of the Horcrux is to ensure that he himself will not die, but now, there is a soul fragment that seems to be the guest.

Voldemort could not tolerate such things that were beyond his control. So he ventured out of Albania again, intending to see if the resurrected soul was himself.

If so, and the other party is willing to surrender, then they may be able to join forces to fight Dumbledore. They can rule Britain, conquer Europe and even the world!

All Muggles and wizards must surrender at their feet.

The world is huge, and Voldemort doesn't mind dividing it into a small part and letting another one rule it.

But if the resurrected soul is unwilling to obey itself——

Then he will never allow an existence beyond his control.

In fact, Voldemort already had some guesses. If the soul that recovered from the diary was really willing to surrender to him, he would have gone to Albania and brought him back to this world long ago.

Scarlet murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Voldemort sat here for a while, not staying too long. He pretended (not really a disguise) to be a wizard who was very interested in ancient magic. Before leaving, he paid some money to ask Aberforth to help keep an eye on Tom Riddle or ancient magic. News of magic.

Then left.

The body he possessed was shaky and had to replenish its vitality at all times. That's why he asked Aberforth for dragon's blood as soon as he came in. And it was different from Quirrell's time. Most of the time, Quirrell himself was acting while he was sleeping. This time Voldemort planned to do it himself.

Now, he had to go to Knockturn Alley to get something to replenish his energy. It would be best to have the blood of a unicorn, but this is too rare. The blood of a fire dragon can also replenish vitality.

Voldemort opened the door and it was still raining outside.

It was very dark. He looked up and disappeared with a pop.

After a while, an eagle with golden wings flew from the sky.

Cyrus walked through the rain, not knowing that he had almost passed by Voldemort.

He cast a spell on himself to make himself invulnerable to fire and water. Taking advantage of the dim weather and the sound of rain, he gathered his wings and landed under the eaves of the Pig Head Bar, his golden pupils like twinkling lights on a rainy night.

He looked at this bloody and terrifying pig head. Years of sunshine and rain did not make it rancid or dry. It was enchanted, or it was the head of a pig with magic power.

The Pig's Head Bar has a long history, at least hundreds of years. But that head seemed to have been hung up not long ago.

Cyrus felt a little nauseous, but still looked at every corner of it carefully.

Finally, he found a strange thing in the pig's mouth. He hooked it out with his claws, and a golden key fell out. The end of the key is half-spiraled, resembling both smoke and flame.

It is the mark of ancient magic.

Thinking about it now, Cyrus still felt a little surprised. Not long ago, he lived in the Pig's Head Bar every day, walking under this terrifying pig's head every morning and night. He never thought that the key he had been looking for for so long was actually here.

Now, it's time to go to Gringotts.

Thanks to the mysterious bandage man for his 500-point reward, the Buddhist legend, and the seven strongest heroes Astolfo for his 100-point reward. thank you boss!

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