With the official showdown between Snape and Dumbledore, the two began a battle for influence and dominance over the savior.

Harry Potter was called to the headmaster's office by Dumbledore for a talk at least once every two or three days.

Snape would use indirect methods to find out the content of the conversation, and then refute them one by one in private to ensure that his stepson would not be deceived again.

During the confrontation between the two, a large number of secrets that were originally hidden were made public.

Especially when he learned that the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was actually Voldemort's Horcrux, Harry was completely shocked and terrified, and even had nightmares for several days.

Because he had faced the residual soul of Voldemort in his first year, and he knew very well what an evil, dark, twisted and sick guy that was.

When he thought about the fact that he had coexisted with the other person's soul fragments for more than ten years, he couldn't help feeling a chilling fear.

Every morning when I get up, wash my face and brush my teeth, I stand in front of the mirror and stare at the scar on my forehead for several minutes.

However, the biggest change that happened to Harry Potter was that he began to become like Hermione, madly eager to learn all kinds of magical knowledge.

Not only did he listen carefully in class, but he also spent most of his spare time in the library or going to Snape's office to ask him about spells, potions and other things he didn't understand.

Even his favorite Quidditch game was forgotten and he had no time to attend training.

This caused strong dissatisfaction from Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood.

But whether he went to complain to Professor McGonagall, the head of his own school, or threatened to kick Harry out of the team, the latter remained unmoved.

Because compared with the huge threat posed by the Horcrux in the scar, the so-called most popular sport among wizards is not worth mentioning at all.

Obviously, the reason why Harry absorbed knowledge so crazily was to find a way to separate Voldemort's Horcrux from his body.

But this is obviously not an easy task, at least not something that can be done in a short period of time, otherwise Dumbledore would have done it long ago.

The side effect of his crazy absorption of knowledge was that his grades in all subjects began to improve rapidly. His personality also changed greatly under the stimulation of the outside world. Together with Ron, who was also very smart, he became the fastest improving student in the second grade.

If nothing unexpected happens, after the end of this semester, the trio will completely deviate from their original life trajectory and embark on a completely different path.

All these changes made Albus Dumbledore, who liked to control everything secretly, feel a strong sense of crisis.

Especially when he learned that his most trusted deputy headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, had resurrected his brother and lover with the power of magical mercury, he felt as if he had been betrayed by the whole world.

After all, it was because Snape resurrected Lily that the two of them eventually had a fierce confrontation and conflict over how to treat Harry Potter.

Looking at the scene outside the window where students gathered in groups of two or three to play and joke around, the greatest wizard of the contemporary era could not help but sighed slightly and said with a slightly bitter voice: "I am really old. I am actually afraid of the changes that may happen in the future."

"No, it's not the future that scares you, it's the unknown that's beyond your control.

Admit it, Albus, you have always been a very controlling person.

It is precisely because of this that you have always been careful to avoid touching power, for fear that you would get lost in it and become another me.

Because at our core, we are all the same.

It's just that I chose to release my nature, while you chose to hide it."

Grindelwald's phantom suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to him and bluntly exposed his old lover's hypocrisy.

"So you think I was wrong in my treatment of Harry?" Dumbledore asked without turning his head.

Grindelwald sneered in response, "It's not just about this matter! Everything you have done recently has put you in opposition to the entire wizarding world. If this situation continues, perhaps you will end up like me."

moment!

Dumbledore fell silent.

He understood that the other party was not exaggerating, but that it was really possible to happen.

After all, at the beginning, Gellert Grindelwald had won the support of thousands of wizards through his speeches, and created such a huge wave that even the International Confederation of Wizards had to respond.

If his risky plan had not succeeded, the world today might be a different place.

During this process, those people who originally fanatically supported Grindelwald completely changed their attitudes in a very short period of time, and even labeled him the famous "dark wizard".

You have to know that before this, he was hailed as a great man who could bring changes to the wizarding world, and his reputation and influence were no different from Dumbledore today.

Seeing that his old lover had understood what he wanted to say, Grindelwald continued, "Since you already know that you are old, you should let go and hand over the future to the young. Especially Thors, he will definitely grow into a great wizard far superior to you and me. With him around, Voldemort is nothing."

"That's why I feel uneasy. Because in this era, no wizard can be compared with Soth. Once he embarks on the wrong path, he will inevitably lead the entire wizarding world into a terrible abyss."

Dumbledore's tone revealed a strong sense of worry.

In his opinion, Zuo Si's growth rate was too amazing, and he had an incredibly strong sense of self-awareness and would not be affected by any external factors at all.

This means that once Zuo Si decides to do something, even Hermione, who is currently the closest to him, cannot stop him.

"That's why I said you have too strong a desire for control. Who can predict what will happen in the future? Even if you try your best, how long can you suppress Soth? One year, two years, three years? I guarantee that at this rate, he may replace you next year."

As he said this, Grindelwald's eyes and expression clearly contained a hint of mockery.

Because when he chose to admit defeat and quit decades ago, he had completely let go of everything.

But Dumbledore is different! Since he has betrayed his original oath to change the status quo of the wizarding world, he must shoulder the corresponding obligations to ensure the peace and tranquility of the wizarding world.

This heavy sense of responsibility inevitably leads to the illusion that he is the savior and the last hope.

That's why we always want to arrange everything properly and suppress all uncontrollable dangerous factors.

"So according to you, we should just leave it alone? Do you know how much impact and shock the resurrection ability of the second Philosopher's Stone brought to the originally peaceful magic world?

Whether in Britain, Europe, or America across the ocean, undercurrents began to surge in the fight for the right to use the magic stone.

Many dark wizards even secretly united to launch an attack to snatch it away.

I'd bet my beard that Voldemort is hiding in the dark right now, waiting for his chance to resurrect with the help of the power of this Philosopher's Stone.

But what about Kothos?

Just throw the Philosopher's Stone to those incompetent and corrupt officials in the Ministry of Magic and leave them alone!

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I have never denied his talent and ability, but I cannot approve of such irresponsible behavior."

For the first time, Dumbledore publicly expressed his inner dissatisfaction.

In the old man's opinion, Zuo Si was too casual, even completely indifferent, in dealing with his messy inventions.

Whether it was giving Harry a magic scroll that was still in the research stage in his first year, or customizing a wand and ring for him as long as he was paid, or allowing Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic bureaucrats to use the second Philosopher's Stone to conduct private transactions with those wealthy and powerful families, he felt very uncomfortable.

But Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why do I feel that what you just said is caused by human greed and has nothing to do with Soth? He is just more focused on the research he is interested in and doesn't want to waste his precious time and energy on those boring arguments.

If you have any objections to him, I would be very happy to act as a matchmaker and have him transferred to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang School of Magic.

I believe Nicolas Flamel would be very happy to have his alma mater accept such a genius who surpassed himself in the field of alchemy."

"Do you think I still have the ability to fire Soth now?"

Dumbledore had a self-deprecating look on his face.

"To tell you the truth, if I dare to touch him now, the Hogwarts Board of Directors and the British Ministry of Magic will immediately join forces to remove me from the position of headmaster. After all, in the eyes of these people, Soth represents the future and means huge interests and benefits."

"Hahahaha! I never thought you would end up like this." Grindelwald couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He suddenly felt that the scene before him was simply a huge joke played by fate.

It is so ironic that Dumbledore, who claimed to stand on the side of the interests of the majority, would eventually be betrayed by the group he had been protecting all these years.

"You didn't come here today just to laugh at me, did you?" Dumbledore turned around and asked.

Grindelwald stopped laughing and shook his head gently. "No, of course not. I came to inform you that Thors has arrived in France and is visiting Beauxbatons School of Magic. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to find time to visit me during his trip to Europe."

"You want him to inherit your ideals?"

Dumbledore's pupils suddenly dilated, then contracted, and then dilated again, and a suffocating sense of oppression emanated from his whole body.

At this moment, he no longer had any of his usual amiable kindness, but was instead as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

You don't need to ask to know that this moment is the truest side of Albus Dumbledore.

After all, when he was young, he was a more radical revolutionary than Grindelwald.

Looking at this extremely familiar look, Grindelwald felt as if he had returned to the days decades ago when they talked about their ideals and passions in Godric's Hollow. After a long while, he responded, "No, dear Albus, you think too much.

I said that Soth has a strong sense of self that is unmatched by ordinary people.

Therefore, neither you nor I can exert any influence on it.

Even if one day he plans to overturn the Statute of Secrecy and reshape the world, it will definitely be out of his own ideas, not inheriting my ideals.

As for the content of our conversation, I will tell you exactly what happened later.

All for the greater good..."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Grindelwald's magic projection suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if it had never appeared.

Dumbledore stood there for about five or six minutes, then repeated in a low voice "for the greater good" before turning around and returning to the headmaster's office.

…

At the same time, far away in Europe across the English Channel, Zuo Si was visiting the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry deep in the Pyrenees Mountains, taking in the beautiful natural scenery and unique magical education there.

The escort was the headmaster, Madame Oleme Maxime, and the alchemist Nicolas Flamel.

Like Hogwarts, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is also a typical castle-style manor.

But compared to the terrible weather and the outrageously cold environment in the UK, it is obviously much more comfortable here.

Whether it is the endless vast green lawn or the spectacular scenery of towering mountains in the distance, it is so beautiful.

Moreover, on the lawn, many divine horses with silver manes, flaming eyes and bodies almost the same size as elephants were running freely in groups, adding vitality to the picture.

In terms of floor space alone, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is almost six times the size of Hogwarts, with some room to spare.

Because hundreds of years ago, the world's greatest alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, was born here.

In order to repay the school for its training, the latter made large donations throughout his long life, making it easy for Beauxbatons School of Magic to annex large tracts of land around it.

"What is your first impression of our place?" Madame Maxime asked with a smile.

Although she was a three-meter-tall mixed-blood giant, her movements and tone revealed an elegance that was difficult to describe in words.

Zuo Si answered directly: "It's pretty good. If I have to choose between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons to settle down permanently, I will choose the latter without hesitation. Because the weather in the British Isles is really terrible, especially after October. If you are not careful and get caught in the rain, you will catch a cold."

"Haha, the winter weather in the UK is really not very good."

When Madame Maxime heard these words, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

Although Zuo Si successfully avoided direct comparisons between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons with her "high emotional intelligence", it was still a victory for her to surpass her biggest competitor in terms of livability.

In fact, the overt and covert competition between the three major magic academies in Europe has never stopped.

The "Triwizard Tournament" that lasted for seven hundred years is the best proof of this.

Friendship first, competition second, all this is just a lie.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a strict magic contract, and so many contestants wouldn't have died in various dangerous competitions.

Simply put, the Triwizard Tournament is an external display by the three magic schools of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to prove their strength.

Whoever wins the final victory will temporarily sit on the throne of the best magic school in Europe.

Nicolas Flamel, who had lived for several centuries, obviously knew very well what the headmaster was thinking. He immediately interrupted with a slightly helpless tone, "Let's talk about business. I brought Soth here to exchange magic, not to talk about the weather in England."

"Oh! I'm sorry, Master. I would have forgotten if you hadn't reminded me." Madame Maxime quickly knelt down to apologize.

As the longest-living, most famous and influential alumnus, she dared not take Nicolas Flamel's words lightly.

After all, in addition to having a resounding name, this old man is also the biggest "sponsor" of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The huge magic statue standing on the campus is the best proof of this.

You know, in Hogwarts, even Dumbledore, who is known as the greatest wizard of our time, did not receive such treatment.

"Forget it. Compared to this, I want to know why none of the officials from the Ministry of Magic who were said to be coming have shown up? Didn't they say they would come to meet Soth in person?" Nicolas Flamel asked with a frown.

Madame Maxime smiled bitterly and replied, "Haven't you heard? There has been a problem with the prison where the prisoners are held recently. A dark wizard defeated the guards and broke in, taking away thirteen criminals who had committed numerous crimes and were sentenced to life imprisonment. The Ministry of Magic is currently busy hunting down fugitives, so it has no time to take care of other things."

"What? Dark wizards attacked the prison? The world is really becoming more and more chaotic." Nicolas Flamel was obviously surprised.

But what he didn't know was that this extremely vicious dark wizard in the legend was standing right next to him.

That's right!

The attack on the prison was done by Zuo Si, and those serious criminals were all sacrifices prepared for the resurrection of the young Voldemort.

However, what he didn't expect was that the French Ministry of Magic reacted so strongly after the prison break, and they tracked him for several days in a row without any sign of relaxing.

"Who says it's not true? Recently, several vicious cases have occurred in the European magic world. It is said that the final finger is pointed at the resurrection ability of the second philosopher's stone. Currently, someone on the black market is offering one million gold galleons just for a magical mercury that is enough to resurrect the dead."

While saying this, Madame Maxime did not forget to glance at Zuo Si beside her out of the corner of her eye.

In her opinion, the second Philosopher's Stone made by Zuo Si is much more precious than the first Philosopher's Stone made by Nicolas Flamel.

Apart from anything else, the ability to come back to life from the dead alone is enough to drive countless wizards crazy.

Nicolas Flamel sneered and said sarcastically, "One million gold Galleons? It seems that some families are almost unable to hold back. When I made the first Philosopher's Stone, they also joined forces to try to take it away. But this time, they are not only facing the British Ministry of Magic, but also the entire British wizarding world including Dumbledore."

"Sounds interesting?" Zuo Si touched his chin with a playful expression.

There is no doubt that as a magical world spread all over the world, it is obviously impossible to be as simple as depicted in the original book, with only one Voldemort and his mentally ill subordinates causing trouble.

Just the opposite!

Those ancient magic families that have existed for hundreds or even thousands of years are giants that are rooted in all levels of society.

Especially on the European continent, many ancient families can be traced back to the ancient Greek city-state era, Alexander's conquest period, ancient Roman Republic era, etc. thousands of years ago. Their foundation is simply not comparable to those "nouveau riche" on the British Isles.

The Malfoy family, which currently holds a huge influence in the British wizarding world, was actually just one of the ordinary wizarding families that entered England with William the Conqueror in the early 1000s.

They even deeply rooted themselves in the society through marriage. Whether they were half-blood wizards or Muggle-born wizards, if they traced back to their ancestors, they would find that they were the descendants of a lost member of a large family.

"Fun? Believe me, it won't be that fun if these guys decide to attack you. Be careful, Soth, they have their eyes on you." Nicolas Flamel warned solemnly.

"It doesn't matter. As long as they are not afraid of death, then come on."

Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth into a dangerous smile, while fiddling with the special magic wand in his hand.

“It’s great to be young!”

Realizing that the young man in front of him must have made preparations in advance, Nicolas Flamel stopped talking nonsense, just sighed, and signaled Madame Maxime to arrange an open class as soon as possible.

He didn't want the battle to break out inside the Beauxbatons campus.

In this way, Zuo Si spent four unforgettable days in Beauxbatons, one of the three major magic schools in Europe.

He was particularly impressed by the enthusiasm and openness of the female students.

In just four days, he received no less than thirty love letters, ten premeditated "accidental" encounters, and a large number of flowers, gifts and suggestive cards.

It is truly romantic France!

It was a pity that Zuo Si's mind was now full of thoughts about what actions these ancient wizard families with roots in continental Europe would take towards him, so he had no intention of having a wonderful encounter.

After leaving Beauxbatons, his journey immediately turned from light to darkness, and he disappeared from everyone's sight.

While the spies and informants were frantically searching, Zuo Si quietly came to Nurmengard, the prison where Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned.

Of course, this cannot be considered a prison in the strict sense, but rather a kind of self-imprisonment.

After all, this powerful wizard who set off a wave of revolution throughout Europe was not really defeated, but chose to admit defeat.

In addition, an ordinary prison like Azkaban would not be able to hold Grindelwald.

Looking at the spire standing on the top of the mountain and the famous words "For the greater good" above the entrance, Zuo Si directly transformed himself into a spirit and passed through the walls and ceiling, easily deceiving the guards.

Just when he was about to go directly into the last room, he suddenly discovered that someone had cast a powerful force field protection and spirit expulsion here.

Especially those complex spells, which can even directly cancel all magical effects such as deformation and virtualization cast on the body.

Needless to say, all these spells were cast and blessed by Dumbledore himself.

Apart from the headmaster, probably only Voldemort or Grindelwald himself could do this.

Many of the ancient spells were slowly replaced by increasingly simpler new spells because they were too difficult and dangerous to learn.

But the price of simplicity is that it is full of loopholes and very easy to crack.

This is why ancient spells are often more powerful than modern spells.

As a planeswalker with an extraordinary interest in magical knowledge, Zuo Si certainly would not miss this opportunity to learn, and immediately began the orderly work of breaking the curse.

Every time I successfully lift a spell, I will record its structure, intending to take it back and find an opportunity to study it in depth, and ultimately complete its improvement and transformation.

After removing the last protective spell that was blocking his progress, he casually cast a sleeping spell on the guard squatting at the door, then took a step forward, pushed open the main door and walked in.

Due to the dim light, one could only vaguely see a slightly thin figure standing in the middle of the room.

Although he is very old, he still stands tall and straight, exuding an air of arbitrariness and dominance that no one else can match.

Especially the two eyes, which looked like stars hanging in the sky against the dim light, bright and clear.

"You're here... I thought you would be here earlier."

Grindelwald took the initiative to say hello.

Zuo Si shrugged and replied, "I'm sorry, I was so absorbed in studying the protective and repelling spells cast outside the cell that I accidentally forgot the time. Oh, I almost forgot, I also brought you a gift."

As he spoke, he pulled out a paper package as big as a biscuit box from his pocket.

Grindelwald obviously didn't expect Zuo Si to bring him a gift. He subconsciously took it and unwrapped it, only to find that it was a large box of gummy candies. He immediately couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha! You're so funny! Much funnier than I thought. By the way, this is Albus' favorite gift, not mine."

"I think that whatever Professor Dumbledore likes, you should also like. After all, you two are so similar in some ways. Try it, it tastes very good." Zuo Si made a gesture of invitation.

"The tone and demeanor of your voice now reminds me of him when he was young."

Grindelwald sighed as he picked up a few pieces of candy and put them into his mouth to chew, his eyes revealing his nostalgia for the good old days.

After he swallowed the candy in his mouth, he put the candy bag on the table behind him and began to look up and down at the young man standing in front of him with interest. After a full minute, he said, "You really look like Albus! Especially that kind of strong self-will that is not affected by the outside world. It's like they were cast in the same mold. Tell me, why did you come all the way to see me?"

"Before I state my purpose, I would like to ask you a small question. Are you afraid of death?" Zuo Si asked solemnly.

"No, I'm not afraid. For people of my age, death is not the end of everything, but the beginning of another new adventure. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later."

Grindelwald's tone was filled with relief and joy.

In fact, in this regard, from the moment he decided to launch a revolution to overthrow the secrecy law, he had already put his own life and death aside.

"Great. Could you please do me a favor and let me die a few times?" Zuo Si made the request with a smile.

How many times did you die?!

After hearing these words, even though Grindelwald was knowledgeable, he was stunned for a long time.

After all, in most people's cognition, life is often only once, and once you die, it's all over.

But soon, he realized that Zuo Si had mastered the power of resurrection from the dead, so what this sentence meant was that he should explore the world after death, and then be resurrected to describe everything he saw.

After figuring this out, the powerful wizard, who was almost as powerful as Dumbledore, took a deep breath and asked in an uncertain tone, "You want to uncover the mystery of death?"

Zuo Si nodded gently: "That's right. I am very interested in the world after death. But considering that most people are very afraid of death, it is difficult to concentrate on observing the surrounding scenes and details after death. Only people like you and Professor Dumbledore, who have no fear of death at all, can help me complete this research."

"You are such a lunatic!"

After confirming his guess, Grindelwald's eyes revealed a strong fear for the first time.

He finally realized why his old lover always looked wary whenever the young man in front of him was mentioned.

Because this way of thinking that completely disregards ethics and morals and only wants the final result is too dangerous and scary.

Especially in the area of death, wizards know very little about it, so normally they should try it slowly with the most cautious and gentle means.

But Zuo Si was different. He started by using people for experiments, and they were cruel death experiments.

"Mad? Maybe. If you don't mind, how about we get started now?"

As Zuo Si spoke, he took out a large number of instruments and devices from the suitcase he carried with him and filled the room, which was not very large to begin with.

Some of them are obviously technological equipment, mainly used to detect brain waves, but more of them are magical devices he made himself.

Looking at these strange-looking instruments, Grindelwald's mouth twitched inadvertently, and he raised his head and asked, "If I say I disagree, what will you do?"

"You don't agree? Why don't you agree? Didn't you say that you have no fear of death and that it doesn't matter if it comes earlier or later?"

As Zuo Si spoke, he put a headband containing a small amount of spiritual energy on the other person's head.

It is not difficult to see from this skillful action that he had no intention of giving Grindelwald the opportunity to reject him.

Of course, Grindelwald had no intention of resisting or refusing. He allowed these instruments to be put on his body one by one, and asked in a very curious tone: "How are you going to kill me? The Killing Curse? Or other killing spells? Remember not to make it too bloody, otherwise it will be troublesome to clean up."

"Don't worry, I promise that the killing process will be very efficient, without bloodshed or pain. But before we begin, please sign this voluntary agreement."

Zuo Si took out a parchment scroll covered with tiny handwriting from somewhere.

You have to know that murder is a first-degree felony in the wizarding world, and if you are discovered, you will definitely be sued.

But if the person involved voluntarily participated in some dangerous magical research and the accident occurred, that is another matter.

"Are you a devil?"

After taking a quick look at the contents of the contract, Grindelwald felt bad.

Because he had never heard of more than half of the legal provisions and precedents cited.

Moreover, if you sign this agreement, you will have to bear the consequences no matter what happens, and it has nothing to do with the other party.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "No, I just like to make the necessary preparations in advance. Come on, sign quickly, and then our experiment can begin. Aren't you curious about what the world after death looks like? Does the legendary god of death really exist? All of this will be answered soon."

"Okay, I'll sign it."

The old man was obviously persuaded.

He already knew most of the secrets of the wizarding world, and it would be nice if he could embark on an adventure after death in the last stage of his life.

As the name Gellert Grindelwald appeared on the last line of the parchment scroll, a cold negative energy instantly swept through the entire room.

Grindelwald didn't even have time to react before he lost consciousness and died on the spot.

Needless to say, Zuo Si did not use the killing curse, but instead used the [Finger of Death] from the Seven Rings Magic.

Because the Killing Curse is an unforgivable curse banned by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, as a good student who abides by the law (at least on the surface), how could he break the law knowingly? But if it is replaced with the [Finger of Death], it will be different.

Since this spell has never appeared in this world, it will naturally not appear on the banned list.

After killing Grindelwald, Zuo Si did not rush to resurrect him, but took out a pocket watch and started timing.

About half an hour later, he revived the already cold corpse.

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by violent twitching, Grindelwald's soul was forcibly dragged back from the afterlife.

The moment he opened his eyes, a large number of instruments around him began to make shrill sounds.

Especially the brain waves, which are at least dozens of times more intense than usual.

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"

After a burst of violent gasping, the old man finally struggled to get up. There was no longer the previous indifference in his eyes, but a hint of fear.

"What did you see?" Zuo Si asked softly.

"Cold! Despair! Chaos! Darkness! After the death of the body, the soul will be dragged into another world by a powerful force. There is nothing there. Tens of thousands of souls gradually forget everything in the void." Grindelwald answered in a trembling voice.

"Besides that? What else?" Zuo Si continued to ask with strong curiosity in his eyes.

Grindelwald lowered his head and thought for a moment, then whispered, "There is also... a huge abyss with no visible bottom! All the empty souls that have forgotten everything will eventually fall into it."

"Thank you. This is very valuable first-hand information. Next, I will extend the death time to one hour. I hope you can bring back more useful information."

After saying that, Zuo Si completely ignored the other party's resisting look and raised his hand to fire another [Finger of Death].

As a result, Grindelwald fell into death again before he even had the chance to say no.

Obviously, the statement “death is the beginning of another great adventure” is just self-deception.

For the soul after death in this world, there is no adventure at all, nor any so-called greatness, only emptiness and nothingness.

Of course, when the transformation between life and death occurs, Zuo Si also noticed that the brain will produce very strong electric waves at the moment the soul enters the body.

If it can be utilized, it might be useful in awakening and strengthening psychic powers.

Just as he was using Grindelwald as an excellent experimental subject to try to figure out the mystery of life and death, the two Voldemorts finally met deep in the forest of Albania.

To be precise, it was the young Dark Lord who sneaked out during the Halloween holiday and took the initiative to find his other self.

Right now, the two were standing in a bunker staring at each other.

About half a minute later, young Voldemort was the first to speak sarcastically, "How ugly! I never thought that decades later, I would become such a pathetic and pitiful person."

"Hmph! You are still using someone else's body, so you have no right to say such things." The adult Voldemort retorted unceremoniously.

Since of them has truly resurrected yet, what they just said is basically the pot calling neither the kettle black.

Of course, as people with strong self-awareness, the fact that the two Voldemorts did not fight directly when they met was already a very good start.

At least they both knew that the other needed their help.

After a brief silence, young Voldemort spoke again: "I have encountered a powerful and difficult opponent and need your help."

"Oh? Could the person you are talking about be Thors?" The adult Voldemort grinned and revealed a very vicious smile.

He had personally experienced how powerful the spells Zuo Si used in battle were.

Especially the power of the Killing Curse was far greater than his own.

So I was very clear that I was no match for his opponent when I was young, and I suffered a huge loss for sure.

"So it is true that you were defeated by him last year?"

The young Voldemort was no pushover either, and he chose to hurt each other in order to uncover another person's scars.

Just like before, their conversation came to a sudden halt.

In the end, the adult Voldemort chose to take a step back and responded in a slightly gloomy tone: "Yes, I was defeated by him. But it was not because of my strength, but because I was not resurrected and could only use the body of a stupid servant. I couldn't exert my full strength. If you can help me steal the Philosopher's Stone, I will help you deal with Thors after I am resurrected."

"Why should I trust you? What if you break the promise and kill me first after you are resurrected?" young Voldemort questioned.

The adult Voldemort said expressionlessly: "I can't give you any guarantees. Because we all know that there can only be one Voldemort in this world. But I can give you five years to grow. After five years, we will decide who will stay through a battle."

The young Voldemort was quite satisfied with this condition and nodded immediately: "Deal! Now, it's time to discuss how to snatch the Philosopher's Stone from the British Ministry of Magic."

"I have a good plan on this point. That is to let those wizarding families and dark wizards who are eager for the power of resurrection pave the way for us." A sinister smile appeared on the face of the adult Voldemort.

"It seems that we have the same idea. On the way here, I have already contacted some dark wizard groups and wizard families, and I am planning to provide them with some help within my ability. But before I do anything, I have to find a way to prepare a body for you."

"As long as there is enough magic power, nothing else matters..."

(End of this chapter)