One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 302 Assault on the Ministry of Magic

"Has the change in the Time Hall really been discovered by Professor Crocker? It seems that I need to find some time to talk to this expert who has been studying the Time Reversal Curse and related secrets all his life..."

Zuo Si, who was secretly studying the mystery of death under the guise of "academic exchange" after reading the letters Umbridge sent to him in private, quickly showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Obviously, the reason why he hesitated to return to Hogwarts was to avoid Dumbledore's eyeliner.

Because the study of the afterlife is too sensitive, so sensitive that it is far more insane than the ability of the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect from the dead.

After all, a vast afterlife is in a state of no master, and any spellcaster and scholar in Faerûn understands what this means.

No matter who it is, as long as they can pass through the "curtain" and reach the huge abyss in the posture of a living person, they can become the unique god of death in this world by virtue of the soul power that has accumulated for countless tens of thousands of years, and may even be the only true god.

And it's still the kind of primitive god who directly controls the rules of death without belief.

Of course, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si didn't want to be a god.

But this does not mean that there is no way to use this power to strengthen oneself.

Especially what kind of secrets are hidden under the abyss, he is full of curiosity, no matter what, he has to find out before he can feel at ease.

"Your Excellency South, do you need me to prepare an owl messenger for you?"

A woman who looked to be in her fifties and was wearing an exaggeratedly gorgeous crimson dress from the 18th century asked in standard "Paris accent" French.

"No need, Mrs. Carlone. This is just a notice, and there is no need to write a reply. And... I have always been skeptical about the safety of the owl messenger." Zuo Si declined with a smile.

"Okay, since you said that, I won't bother you any more. If you need anything, please ask. Don't be polite. After all, we are allies who have signed a magic contract."

After all, the woman called Mrs. Carlone bowed gracefully, then turned around and walked out of the room with her skirt in hand, closing the door behind her.

When the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor faded away, Zuo Si asked the diary meaningfully: "Do you think Mrs. Carlo Lin knows what I'm doing?"

"Shouldn't know.

Because wizards in this world explore death too superficially, even Dumbledore only knows a little bit.

However, as one of the ancient families that has never ceased to exist in the entire French magic world, the other party must have somewhat guessed the importance of your ongoing research, so they took the initiative to come to your door to propose cooperation. "

The diary replied with great interest.

"That is to say, some families in the French magic world took the initiative to change their attitude after seeing the massacre in Berlin?" Zuo Si rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression.

"Perhaps it was the three shares of magic mercury that made them feel that cooperation was more cost-effective than confrontation," the diary added.

Obviously, this Mrs. Carlone, who has a prominent background and background, is very likely to be a chess piece pushed out for testing.

It is likely that there is more than one family behind it, but a combination of several families.

Maybe those dark wizards who gathered in Berlin before and made a big commotion had their secret instigation and participation.

In line with the principle of putting a long line to catch big fish, Zuo Si gladly accepted the other party's kindness, so she moved into this luxurious manor located on the outskirts of Paris, which is said to have a history of hundreds of years, enjoying the service of servants including house elves .

In return, he also took out three points of magic mercury and handed it over to the other party.

In the end, both parties were happy, and even signed an unbreakable vow to ensure that this covenant can continue indefinitely.

Of course, this "unbreakable" is only for Mrs. Carlo Lynn.

Zuo Si has many ways to make the spell ineffective, or even if it works, there is no way to cause the slightest threat to himself.

Not only that, but he can also take this opportunity to find out who is really in power behind the French magic world, and which family members secretly issued rewards for him.

You must know that in the circle of dark wizards, his "worth" has already reached five million Galleons.

Although the corpse statue scared many people away, there are still some guys who are confident in their own strength and want to take a risk.

Undoubtedly, compared to the British wizarding world dominated by Dumbledore, the wizarding families on the European continent are not only more unscrupulous in their behavior, but also extremely powerful, with considerable influence in both black and white.

Just when Zuo Si burned the letter and re-immersed in the study of death, Mrs. Carlone had left the manor and came to the ancient castle less than 70 kilometers away from the famous Fontainebleau Palace.

From the exterior decoration style and overall structure, it is not difficult to see that this place is almost a small replica of Fontainebleau Palace. Both the building and the courtyard seem to have come from the same designer.

The only difference is that what is raised here are not ordinary animals and hounds, but all kinds of magical creatures.

In particular, there are several magic plants that can be used to make wands, each of which is worth more than 100,000 Galleons, and some traces of Bowtruckles can be clearly seen on the treetops.

In addition, a huge fire dragon crawled in the middle of the lawn in a very obedient posture, allowing the house elf to wipe and maintain its scales, showing no trace of violent and unruly wildness.

Obviously, this is a fully domesticated dragon kept as a pet, not those semi-wild dragons that are only used as materials.

As the owner of this castle, an old man with wrinkled face and sagging skin is sitting on a recliner, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining on his body, and a full minute has passed Only then did he ask: "How, have you figured out what that young man has been researching recently?"

"Sorry, grandfather, I have no clue about the subject he is studying, and I don't even understand it at all." Mrs. Carlone replied with some frustration.

"Oh? Didn't he ask for a lot of materials and magic items a while ago?" The old man slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Mrs. Carlo Lin explained with a wry smile: "Many of the things South wants are raw materials with various uses, which can be used to prepare potions and make some magic props.

The only thing in common is that they all more or less involve some mysterious fields related to soul and death.

The most reliable speculation at present is that he may have developed a great interest in life and death after he succeeded in making only the second Philosopher's Stone.

In addition, I also found out that he has very close ties with the British Ministry of Magic.

Fortunately, you insisted on not participating in that conspiracy, otherwise the consequences would have been very serious. "

Hearing these words, the old man quickly sat up from the reclining chair: "What do you mean, he has already detected the real mastermind behind those black wizards?"

"That's right. He even hinted that if I can give a list, I will pay an extra piece of magic mercury as a reward." Mrs. Carlo Lin immediately gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

"You didn't agree, did you?" The old man's face changed slightly.

Mrs. Carlone quickly shook her head: "Of course not. How dare I make a promise without your permission for such a sensitive and risky matter."

"You know how serious it is.

Remember, the secret of our family's continuation to this day is never to be a villain.

Especially such despicable acts involving whistleblowing, no matter what price the other party offered, they absolutely could not agree to it.

Rather than offending one party and pleasing the other, we prefer to be a bridge in the middle.

Take this incident as an example, we will not collude with a dark wizard to offend a genius with great potential for the magic mercury that can bring people back to life.

Similarly, he will not offend those ancient families that have been rooted in the European continent for thousands of years in order to please this genius.

Because things like fame, wealth, and magical power are meaningful only if they guarantee their own continuation. "

The old man warned solemnly.

"Understood."

Mrs. Carlone immediately bowed and knelt to express her obedience and respect to her grandfather.

Because she understands that the family was able to survive and grow intact from the turmoil that swept across Europe decades ago, and was not delisted due to extinction like some ancient families, all because of the wisdom of the old man in front of her. .

Ensuring survival and continuation first, then other things, never risky, never radical.

This is the code of conduct that my family follows.

Seeing that the most outstanding descendants have fully understood this point, the old man praised with satisfaction: "You have done a good job so far. Hold an auction in my name and sell the remaining two shares of magic mercury drop it."

"All? Don't you want to keep a backup or continue to study?" Mrs. Carlo Lin's eyes widened in surprise.

The old man quickly waved his hand: "There is no need for this.

Since no alchemist can find anything from wasting a bottle, it means that this kind of thing cannot be copied easily.

Otherwise, it would not require the power of the Philosopher's Stone to make it.

So instead of keeping it in your hands to attract attention, or even cause unnecessary losses, it is better to sell all of them and replace them with more practical things.

What's more, didn't we reach a cooperation agreement with this young genius?

As long as he can maintain and manage this relationship well, he will naturally have the opportunity to obtain magic mercury from him in the future.

My child, you must know how to restrain your greed and desire, and never try to get something beyond your own strength.

Otherwise, this thing will become a huge disaster, and even the introduction of family collapse and destruction. "

"As you wish, grandfather."

Carlo Lin bowed deeply, and then turned and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor of the castle with graceful steps.

About a few hours later, dozens of owl messengers delivered the invitation letter to the most powerful family rooted in the European continent. In an instant, like a depth bomb, the already weird atmosphere in the magical world suddenly became darker. move.

Especially when the senior officials of the German Ministry of Magic heard the news, they almost flipped the desk in their office.

You must know that the crazy act of the black wizard bombing the street before, and Zuo Si's horrible sculpture made of corpses completely disgraced them, and they are now facing the crisis of being impeached and stepped down.

The culprit that caused all this is naturally the magic mercury that can bring people back from the dead.

But luckily now, this thing actually appeared at the auction openly and aboveboard.

If you have extra, you should take it out early!

Why bother to make such a fuss!

Can buy it with money, who would take a huge risk to surround a super genius who has the blood of the Dumbledore family flowing in his body, and who has surpassed Nicole Flamel in the field of alchemy?

The most important thing is that there are other channels of acquisition. Naturally, those rich and powerful ancient families will not offer rewards to hire black wizards, so the scene in Berlin will not happen, and the German Ministry of Magic will not have to bear the abuse and insults from the public Such a huge public opinion pressure.

In less than half a day, many people eager to get a piece of magic mercury appeared on the streets of Paris, France with huge sums of money.

Their appearance made the French Ministry of Magic nervous, and quickly dispatched a large number of people to ensure their personal and property safety.

After all, with the lessons learned from the German Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic dare not take it lightly.

All of a sudden, this city, known as the capital of art, culture and romance in Europe, was completely monitored by wizards.

Fortunately, the group of people carrying huge sums of money did not run around. Instead, they visited Mrs. Carlo Lin's grandfather first, and then lived in it waiting for the auction to start.

This left many dark wizards who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune without any room to play. They could only hide nearby and wait for the auction to end to see if there were any suitable hunting targets.

In short, the emergence of magic mercury has put the magic world in all countries in a state of restlessness.

Whether there are people who want to be resurrected, or people who plan to figure out the mystery and then copy it, they will do whatever it takes to get it.

As the creator of the second Philosopher's Stone, Zuo Si inevitably became the center of this vortex.

It's just that he himself doesn't care about it, and is completely immersed in researching how to enter the afterlife.

The maids and house elves who take care of her daily life can often hear creepy screams coming from the cellar where the experiments are carried out, and there is also some cold breath that can be felt even through several walls.

But what surprised them was that there was obviously nothing alive in the cellar except Zuo Si, so where did those sounds come from?

Under the domination of strong fear, no one dared to approach before being allowed.

...

On the other side, on a small island far across the strait, the two Dark Lords have just teamed up to capture the most notorious prison in the British magic world--Azkaban.

Those dementors who were portrayed as extremely terrifying images were easily driven away like timid rabbits in front of them, without any resistance at all.

A group of Death Eaters imprisoned here, including August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellacritus, Rodolphus, and Bastan, finally regained their freedom and returned to their long-awaited master.

"It seems that the plan is going more smoothly than expected, doesn't it?"

Standing next to the giant basilisk, young Voldemort smiled smugly.

You don't need to ask to know that this raid was planned and carried out by him alone.

"Don't get too excited, this is just the first step. How to invade the Ministry of Magic and leave before Dumbledore arrives is the key."

As the elder Voldemort spoke, he moved his body, which had not been occupied for a long time, a little.

Since expelling the dementors just now consumed a lot of mana, his movements seemed a little stiff, not as natural as when the mana was sufficient.

"Master! I have some very useful information about that Philosopher's Stone." August approached and said in a very excited tone.

"What information?" asked the elder Voldemort with great interest.

August quickly replied: "I was once taken to the Ministry of Magic and participated in an experiment of resurrection from the dead. I know which room the Philosopher's Stone is stored in the Department of Mysteries, and I also know that it is not the Philosopher's Stone that really has the ability to resurrect from the dead. itself, but magical quicksilver created within."

"Oh? You were killed and then resurrected?"

There was a strange gleam in the elder Voldemort's eyes.

As a person who is extremely resistant to the arrival of death, and has torn his own soul many times for this, his interest in death is actually no less than that of Zuo Si.

It's just that the price to be paid to explore death is too high, so I had to choose to give up.

But now, a person who had died and resurrected appeared in front of him, so naturally he had to ask carefully.

Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately asked: "What did you see after death?"

August was obviously taken aback by his master's fiery eyes, and subconsciously responded: "Yes...it's a curtain. After passing through it, there is only endless coldness, darkness and nothingness, and the senses have also become numb."

"No trial? No death? No underworld?" Voldemort continued to ask enthusiastically.

"No! There is nothing there except a wandering soul. But the time I died was very short, and I was forcibly dragged back to my body before I went too far."

August didn't dare to hide anything, and spoke out all he knew.

Even Voldemort looked at each other immediately after hearing it, seeing excitement and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

Because if all this is true, after they seize the Sorcerer's Stone, they can use the method of resurrection from the dead to find out the secrets of the afterlife, and finally master the ultimate power called "death".

At that time, no matter whether it is Dumbledore or Zuo Si, they will fall at their own feet.

Of course, as a Dark Lord who "pity talents", Voldemort decided that as long as Zuo Si was willing to surrender, he would mercifully forgive the other party for the things he had offended him before, and allow him to join the Death Eaters and contribute to the great cause.

"Get everyone ready! In half an hour we're going to launch a raid on the Ministry of Magic, and we're going to get the Philosopher's Stone anyway."

After a brief silence, the elder Voldemort gave orders to the newly escaped Death Eaters present.

Although he knew that due to long-term imprisonment and the dementors absorbing happy memories, these people have been greatly devastated both physically and mentally. It is best to give them some time to recover their physical strength and magic power in order to maximize their strength.

But the problem is that Azkaban is the place that the British Ministry of Magic should focus on.

After up to forty minutes, the other party will notice that there is a problem here.

So Voldemort can only give these men half an hour to rest, otherwise they will lose the suddenness of the attack.

In addition, his nature is cold, ruthless and cruel, and he never takes other people's lives seriously.

In his eyes, Death Eaters are pure servants, cannon fodder who are willing to die for themselves at critical moments, so how could they care about the lives of these guys.

Half an hour flies by.

After eating a small amount of food, a group of Death Eaters followed closely behind Voldemort, holding the wands they had snatched from the guards, and disappeared in place.

They didn't notice at all that a big black dog hiding in the dark jumped out from the cell deep in the prison after he left. Not only did he successfully avoid the massacre of other prisoners just now, but he also boarded a small boat and headed towards the prison. The distant land sailed away.

No need to ask, this big black dog is Harry Potter's godfather, the last male heir of the Laike family, Sirius.

Even though this guy was imprisoned in Azkaban as a Death Eater.

But he knew very well that he was not a Death Eater, but an enemy of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and he personally killed Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who betrayed the Potters.

So when it was discovered that two Voldemorts had begun to attack the prison, they immediately activated Annie Magus's ability to become a black dog.

After the dementors were driven away, they immediately escaped from the cell and hid in the bottom floor of the prison.

Otherwise, Bo Laike's loyal and crazy sister to Voldemort, Bellatrix, would certainly not mind casting a Cruciatus Curse on her and then adding a Killing Curse.

...

At the same time, far away in the Ministry of Magic underground in London, England, Fudge was unaware of the danger coming, and was happily sitting in his office, looking at the financial statement just sent by Umbridge, wrinkled. The old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"That's right! Your work is getting better and better, my dear Dorothy Reiss. I can't believe that the Philosopher's Stone alone is bringing so much money to the Ministry every month."

"This is all thanks to your leadership. Since the salary increase, the entire Ministry of Magic from top to bottom has praised your achievements during your tenure. I believe that it will not be long before you will be selected as the UK's history. Greatest Minister of Magic."

Umbridge, as always, came up with a rainbow fart, boasting of Fudge's strong vanity, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the base of his ears.

Although the latter also knows that this is not his own credit at all, but the credit of the Sorcerer's Stone and its creator Zuo Si.

But the problem is, how many people in this world can truly recognize themselves, and how many people can remain rational and calm amidst countless flattery.

Just when Fudge was going to say a few words of modesty as usual, and then give credit to the most capable subordinate, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

With deafening bangs and vibrations, the portraits, books and decorations hanging in the office instantly fell to the ground.

Before he could react to what happened, another loud bang directly blasted the closed door open.

I saw a blood-covered wizard slamming into the rear wall with the door together, and then spat out a mouthful of dark red blood from his mouth with a wow.

"Damn it! What happened? What happened?"

After a brief absence, Fudge immediately pulled out his wand and rushed to the side of the wounded, asking loudly in a hurried tone.

The latter resisted the severe pain and responded in a dying tone: "Yes...they are Death Eaters! We have been attacked by Death Eaters! Among them are August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellacritus, Rodolphs, Bastan..."

Before he finished speaking, the wizard lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

"What? Death Eaters? Aren't these guys all locked up in Azkaban?"

After learning the truth, Fudge fell into panic on the spot.

Because if this is true, then whether Azkaban is robbed or the Ministry of Magic is attacked, it means the end of his political career.

"Minister! I think the defense mechanism should be activated immediately, and everyone who can hold a wand should be called to take down these arrogant people."

A gleam of joy flashed in Umbridge's eyes, and he hastily put on a show and offered a suggestion.

It was clear that the ambitious woman took the attack as an opportunity.

If Fudge is ousted now, then she can completely rely on the agreement reached with the various families on how to distribute the magic mercury to gain the support of the other party, and then she will naturally ascend to the throne of the Minister of Magic.

Poor Fudge didn't know that he had been sold, and without even thinking about it, he walked out of the office with his wand in his hand, and gathered the staff who were also running around in a panic.

After a while, more than thirty wizards gathered around him.

Although the strength of these people varies, but fortunately there are enough of them, they finally strengthened their courage and walked towards the scene of the incident in a mighty manner.

About ten minutes later, the awakened and treated wounded learned that these Death Eaters rushed directly into the Department of Mysteries under the leadership of August. Shouted: "No! Their goal is the Philosopher's Stone!"

moment!

Everyone present seemed to be poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water.

Others couldn't help shaking violently, with boundless fear revealed in their eyes.

Anyone who is not a fool understands that this group of Death Eaters must have snatched the Sorcerer's Stone to revive the Dark Lord who once hung over the British wizarding world like a dark cloud.

"We must not let these bastards succeed! Otherwise we will be finished!" Another official stood up suddenly and shouted.

"That's right! They must not be allowed to succeed! Anyone who can still move will follow me!"

"You! You! And you! Guard the entrance here."

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Move faster!"

All of a sudden, there was a panic in the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge summoned up his courage and personally led the team into the only entrance leading to the interior of the Department of Mysteries.

After about a few minutes, he finally saw the two Voldemorts who had already got the Philosopher's Stone and a group of loyal Death Eaters in the room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept.

"Hahahaha! Sorry, you guys came too late, I already got what I wanted."

The elder Voldemort held up the box containing the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, with a ferocious smile on his face.

At this moment, he could already feel the amazing vitality and magic power contained in the magic mercury, which would definitely allow him to be resurrected in the most perfect posture.

Not only that!

The remaining part can also be used to strengthen oneself, making one's magic power stronger and more invincible than before.

"Who are you? And Lockhart, why are you here? Have you become a Death Eater too?"

Fudge's eyes widened, completely bewildered by what he saw.

Since the two Voldemorts were not using their own bodies at the moment, no one could tell them apart except the hardcore Death Eaters who knew them best.

"Look! How sad! Our poor Minister of Magic has not figured out the situation." The elder Voldemort sneered and mocked.

"Hmph! Idiots like this deserve to be the Minister of Magic? The British magic world is really getting worse and worse. Master, please allow me to clean up these overreaching rubbish for you."

Bellacritus raised the wand he had snatched from other wizards, his eyes released endless madness and killing intent.

As one of the very few truly chaotic and evil representatives, she had already sacrificed her life and even her soul to the Dark Lord, and did not take human life seriously at all.

"Owner?!"

When Fudge heard this word, his pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and dilated again. It felt like someone had hit his chest hard with a fist, and even breathing became difficult.

After a full minute, he asked in a trembling voice, "You...are you Voldemort?"

"Hehe, you are surprised, aren't you? Because in the narrative of the Ministry of Magic, I should have been completely dead. But unfortunately, it is not easy to kill me, at least the one you tout as The boy of the savior - Harry Potter can't do it yet. And this time, you will be facing two of me."

With that said, the elder Voldemort made a gesture of invitation to his student self.

The young Voldemort who wore Lockhart's appearance raised the corners of his mouth and saluted in a very elegant manner: "Nice to meet you, Minister Cornelius Fudge. Let's get to know you again, I am not the Gilderoy you think Lockhart, but Tom Riddle. Of course, maybe you can call me by another name - Voldemort."

With the last word blurted out, he showed everyone the change in alphabetical order between the two names.

This move immediately made many people who have worked in the Ministry of Magic for more than fifty years finally realize the relationship between Tom Riddle and Voldemort.

After all, the former was the most outstanding graduate of Hogwarts back then. Many people even thought that he would enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and then rise all the way until he became the Minister of Magic.

"Two...two Dark Lords?"

Umbridge swallowed subconsciously.

You must know that she has experienced the great war ten years ago, and she understands how powerful Voldemort is.

One of them made the British wizarding world uneasy, and now that the two get together, it's going to turn the world upside down.

"That's right! Now you have to deal with two of me at the same time. But don't worry, I just came to take the Philosopher's Stone today, and I don't intend to kill. But next time I come, I hope each of you can think about yourself Which side should you be on?"

After saying this threatening sentence, the elder Voldemort raised his wand and prepared to Apparate away.

From the moment he got the Philosopher's Stone, he was impatient to hold a resurrection ceremony and quickly abandon this fragile body.

But just as the magic spell was about to take effect, a white light suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Before the others could react, an old man in a blue robe with graying hair and beard blocked the retreat of two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters.

"Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore!"

The two Voldemorts called out the old man's name in unison.

You don't need to ask. After hearing the news that Azkaban was robbed and Death Eaters raided the Ministry of Magic, the headmaster of Hogwarts rushed over immediately.

"Awaken two Horcruxes at the same time? Tom, your madness and evil are far beyond my imagination." Dumbledore said with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph! Thanks to you for recruiting the idiot Lockhart into the school as a professor. I have done a lot of things with his identity." The young Voldemort sneered and mocked.

"You did the attack on the students before?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered with a frightening coldness.

Voldemort deliberately responded in a nonchalant tone: "Do you think it is necessary to answer this question? If someone hadn't happened to pass by at that time, that poor little boy should have turned into a pile of bones by now."

"Don't talk nonsense! We have already got the Philosopher's Stone, there is no need to waste time with him here."

The older Voldemort gave his younger self a look.

The latter understood instantly!

next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The huge basilisk rushed in directly from the entrance, staring at everyone present with its two pale yellow petrified eyes.

Many people, including Fudge, were instantly petrified before realizing what had happened.

Even for Dumbledore himself, the feet below the knees quickly turned into gray-white stone.

There is no doubt that this is the last hole card that the two Voldemorts specially prepared for critical moments.

You must know that the basilisk in the secret room is not an ordinary basilisk, but a thousand-year-old basilisk. Its petrified eyes cannot be resisted by ordinary wizards at all.

In the original plot, the young Voldemort did not play its role well at all, let alone use various powerful spells to cooperate with it.

That's why he was killed by the savior Harry in an almost child's play.

But now, the two Voldemorts teamed up to set a trap, first hiding the basilisk outside the room, and then letting it suddenly break in and stare at everyone in the room, instantly petrifying a dozen people in place.

But Dumbledore deserves to be the greatest wizard of our time.

After discovering that he was affected by petrification, he immediately released the de-petrification that he learned from Zuo Si not long ago, and successfully avoided the fate of turning the whole person into a statue.

When he was about to fight back, he found that the two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters had disappeared.

Even the basilisk was taken away, leaving only a group of petrified Ministry workers.

"Oh—this is a big trouble."

Looking at the empty table, Dumbledore sighed helplessly, and began to de-petrify everyone present.

When Fudge returned to normal, he immediately grabbed the hand of the old man who had put him on the throne of Minister of Magic, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Albus! Help me!"

"Sorry, I can't help you this time. Two Voldemorts resurrected at the same time, do you know what that means? Get ready! The storm is coming soon!"

After saying this, Dumbledore left the scene without looking back.

As for Fudge, he stood there as if he had lost his soul, and no matter what the people next to him said, he didn't respond in the slightest.

Just when the entire Ministry of Magic was in chaos, Voldemort, who had successfully captured the Sorcerer's Stone, had arrived in an old house that had been prepared in advance.

Without any hesitation!

He directly set up a cauldron and began to throw the materials needed for resurrection into it one by one.

When the water in the pot began to boil and turned blood red, he signaled the Death Eaters to take out the magic mercury from the inside of the Philosopher's Stone.

Since he himself could not directly touch the Sorcerer's Stone, the Sorcerer's Stone was always packed in the original box along the way.

Bellacritus received this honor as the most devoted servant.

I saw her carefully open the lid of the box, and then she stood there without moving for a long time as if she had been hit by a freeze spell.

"Bella Critus! What's going on with you? Hurry up and take out a piece of magic mercury!"

Voldemort, who had already stripped naked and was about to stew himself in an iron pot, frowned and urged impatiently.

"Master...Master! The Philosopher's Stone is gone!"

There was a tremor in Bellaclitus' voice, and he turned around with an expression uglier than crying.

"What? Gone! How is this possible!"

Hearing that the treasure he had finally snatched was lost, the elder Voldemort was furious immediately, and pushed the mad woman away.

It turned out that the box was really empty, not to mention the Philosopher's Stone, not even a drop of magic mercury leaked out.

Realizing that he might have been tricked, he immediately kicked Bellacritus to the ground, stomped his entire head into the soil, and roared furiously: "Who? Who stole my Magic stone!"

"Master, you have kept the Philosopher's Stone from the very beginning, and we haven't even touched it." August knelt on the ground with a plop and explained in panic.

Not only him, but several other Death Eaters had similar reactions.

These people knew all too well what kind of crazy actions the Dark Lord in front of them would do in a fit of rage.

Not to mention anything else, anyway, everyone will definitely not be able to escape with a feast of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Then explain to me why the Philosopher's Stone that was clearly placed inside was lost? Tell me!"

The elder Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at August, with a frightening green light flashing at the front, as if a killing spell representing death would be shot in the next second.

At this critical moment, the Sorcerer's Stone appeared out of nowhere in front of everyone in the empty box.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort didn't care about anything else, and immediately motioned for August to take it out.

Interestingly, when August's hand was about to touch the box, the Philosopher's Stone disappeared again.

When he withdrew his hand, the Philosopher's Stone would appear out of thin air again.

At first, the two Voldemorts thought it was some kind of blindfold or invisibility spell, but after several attempts, they found that it was not the case at all, they were teleported away by some kind of force.

No matter what method is used, there is no way to prevent this from happening.

In other words, they managed to snatch the Philosopher's Stone, but they didn't snatch it completely. They could only stare at the box but couldn't do anything about it.

Even the Stopping Curse, which claims to be able to end all magical effects, cannot have even the slightest influence on it.

Zuo Si, who studies the mysteries of death in Paris, France, sees the Philosopher's Stone appearing beside her every few minutes, with a playful smile on her face.

You don't need to ask to know that all this is his fault.

Because the box was tampered with when it was made.

Unless authorized, the Philosopher's Stone will be teleported to its true owner in an instant, whether it is directly or indirectly touched by others, or by using magic spells.

It will not be sent back until permission is granted.

In other words, everything Voldemort saw was done on purpose by Zuo Si.

Not because of anything else, but simply because it's fun to watch him jump into a rage...

(end of this chapter)