Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Hathaway Romanoff took out a crystal ball, whispered a few spells, and then——

"Bang——" Hathaway threw the crystal ball to the ground.

The crystal ball cracked, and a bright light instantly filled the entire room. Then, after the strong light faded and everyone opened their eyes——

The surrounding scene has completely changed.

Yes, they seem to be no longer in the living room on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks pub, but in the square at the back entrance of Hogwarts——

That should be the square of Hogwarts, many Slytherins who had lived in Hogwarts for at least four or five years secretly confirmed in their hearts.

But the difference is that the current Hogwarts Square is in ruins, with countless broken stones, severed arms and giant corpses filling the square.

In the center of the square, two people stood facing each other——

One of them, although I don’t know why, has become a lot shorter and older, and his hair has become a little thinner, but there is no doubt that that is——

"It's Harry!" Draco Malfoy shouted out at the right time. "Although I don't know why he looks like he's going bald and getting a lot shorter, there is no doubt that it's Harry!"

And the other person——

The head is like a pale stewed egg with dense blood vessels. The whole face looks like a mixture of humans and snakes, with a pair of eyes flashing red and a flat nose with only two socket-like gaps.

"Yes, yes, it's Vol... Vol... it's the Dark Lord!"

I don’t know who among the group of people yelled, which instantly caused a commotion——

After all, Voldemort, the Dark Lord... is a bit too scary for both his enemies and his own people.

Therefore, even though the fathers and brothers of many young talents present were Death Eaters, they still could not restrain their fear when facing Voldemort's true appearance.

There seems to be a conversation between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Voldemort elegantly and noblely circled Harry Potter, saying something angrily as he circled.

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the sky overhead, and a small half of the dazzling sun emerged from the horizon. Dawn quietly pierced the darkness and descended into this space.

The sun shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks turned red.

At that moment, as if someone had turned on the sound switch, countless noisy sounds instantly poured into the ears of the onlookers.

Voldemort and Harry in the center of the square also raised their wands at the same time and shouted their most fervent wishes to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

There was a bang, like the explosion of a cannonball, and golden flames shot out from the center of the circle they had repeatedly stepped on, and that was where the spells collided.

They saw Voldemort's green light touching Harry's cursed red light, and saw the Dark Lord, who was invincible in their minds, exerting all his strength to remain in a stalemate with Harry Potter.

They also saw Harry's red light approaching little by little, squeezing Voldemort's green light little by little.

Finally, as time passed, the red light finally overwhelmed the green light and hit Voldemort.

The wand in Voldemort's hand flew into the air, appearing deep black in the rising sun, and swirled towards Harry.

Harry used the superb skills of a seeker to grab the flying wand with his free hand. He saw Voldemort staggering back, arms spread wide, and the slender pupils in his red eyes turned upward.

"Plop——"

The Dark Lord, the invincible Dark Lord who hung over everyone like a demon, fell——

No, not only that, pieces of soot-like things flew out from Voldemort's body.

Eventually, little by little, Voldemort turned into ashes.

The prophecy ends here.

The surrounding scene dissipated like smoke, and Malfoy, Hathaway, and other Slytherins were still standing in the enlarged bar and parlor.

From the time Hathaway smashed the prophecy ball to the time when the prophecy disappeared, it took no more than five minutes, but the Slytherins present felt as if they were in another world.

It's like a ridiculous century has passed.

"This is a prophecy from the great leader, Mr. Grindelwald." Hathaway Romanoff said with a sneer, "If any of you still don't know who Mr. Grindelwald is, I suggest you go back and check the books. Or ask your elders.”

"I have shown this prophecy to you, and you can regard it as the goodwill shown by our Tarom Society to the pure-blood families." Hathaway Romanoff still said coldly, "As for whether you believe it or not, it is up to you."

"But I suggest that you and your family prepare as soon as possible and be prepared to be liquidated after Voldemort's defeat." Hathaway Romanoff still said with a cold face, "It won't be too long before Voldemort loses power. , I hope you will be ready to be liquidated by Dumbledore and others by then."

Although some of the Slytherins present here didn't know why they were "reckoned", those who did understand almost all turned pale.

"Haha..." Hathaway Romanoff sneered, "After all, no matter how good-tempered Dumbledore is... he won't allow those pure-blood families who have been on the wrong team twice to continue to exist, right?"

Those Slytherins turned pale again.

"Especially since I heard that Dumbledore's temper has not been so good recently." Hathaway Romanoff added.

"What do you mean, Miss Romanoff?" One of the graduated Slytherin students stood up.

"Aras Dolokhov." The older young man introduced himself, "I wonder what Miss Romanov has to say?"

"I don't have any high opinions." Hathaway Romanoff sneered again, "I'm just giving you a heads up. You can take it as a gesture of goodwill from our Tarot Secret Society."

"Can I understand that Miss Romanov is threatening us?" Alasdolokhov said sternly,

"Hehehehe..." Hathaway Romanoff smiled expressionlessly, "Threats are a pitiful method, and I am not used to it."

"Threatening you to stand with us and threatening you to join us is an insult to our great cause." Hathaway Romanoff said, "Our Tarot Secret Society values ​​you and pure blood, just like We value it as much as our own wings.”

"I want us to be here, to be together, not just because of a common enemy, and a common fear."

"I hope we can share a common ideal and belief."

"Voldemort is not our common fear," Hathaway said. "He is not even an enemy."

"Our real enemies are Muggles." Hathaway said, "There are 5.7 billion Muggles on this planet. They are human beings, just like us. They have hands and feet, are organized, and can fight. Not 5.7 billion pigs.”

"Killing all the Muggles according to Voldemort's idea? Huh-" Hathaway Romanoff snorted, "He is wishful thinking."

"Although Dumbledore is old and confused, he is right about one thing." Hathaway said, "Muggles should not be underestimated."

"Do you know why I want to make this room bigger?" For the first time, an expression appeared on Hathaway's face. It was a mocking expression, "I'm laughing at you, I'm laughing at you for sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

"I'm laughing at your arrogance." Hathaway Romanoff laughed, "You are so small that you are clearly in a giant's room, but you are so arrogant that you think you are the master of this room."

"Take care of yourself, my colleagues." Hathaway Romanoff ended with a polite smile, "That's all I have to say, the era of change is coming."