After reading the letter that Umbridge sent to him privately, Zuo Si, who was secretly studying the mystery of death under the guise of "academic exchange", quickly had a thoughtful expression on his face.
Obviously, the reason why he was reluctant to return to Hogwarts was to avoid Dumbledore's eyes.
Because studying the afterlife is so sensitive, so sensitive that it is far more crazy than the ability of the Philosopher's Stone to bring back the dead.
After all, a vast afterlife is in an ownerless state, and any spellcaster and scholar on the continent of Faerun understands what this means.
No matter who it is, as long as they can first pass through the "veil" as a living person and reach that huge abyss, they can rely on the soul power that has accumulated for countless tens of thousands of years to become the unique god of death in this world, and possibly even the only true God.
Moreover, he is the kind of primitive god who does not require faith and directly controls the rules of death.
Of course, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si does not want to become a god.
But that doesn't mean there's no way to use this power to strengthen yourself.
He was especially curious about what secrets were hidden under the abyss, and he had to figure it out no matter what to feel at ease.
"Sir Soth, do you need me to prepare an owl messenger for you?"
A woman who looked to be in her fifties, wearing a gorgeous, somewhat exaggerated crimson dress from the 18th century, asked in standard "Parisian accent" French.
"No need, Mrs. Caroline. This is just a notification, there is no need to write a reply. Besides... I have always been skeptical about the safety of owl messengers." Zuo Si declined with a smile.
"Well, since you said so, I won't bother you any more. If you need anything, please let me know. Don't hesitate to ask. After all, we are allies who have signed a magic contract."
After saying this, the woman called Lady Caroline bowed gracefully, then turned around and walked out of the room, picking up her skirt and closing the door behind her.
When the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor gradually faded away, Zuo Si asked the diary meaningfully: "Do you think Mrs. Caroline knows what I am doing?"
“I probably don’t know.
Because the wizards in this world's exploration of death is too superficial, even Dumbledore only knows the basics.
However, as one of the oldest families in the French magic world that has never been cut off, they must have guessed the importance of your research, so they took the initiative to come to you and propose cooperation."
The diary replied with interest.
"In other words, some families in the French magical world took the initiative to change their attitudes after seeing the massacre in Berlin?" Zuo Si touched his chin, looking thoughtful.
"Perhaps it was the three portions of magic mercury that made them feel that cooperation was more cost-effective than confrontation." The diary added.
Obviously, Lady Caroline, who came from a distinguished family and background, was most likely a pawn put forward for testing.
Most likely, there is not just one family behind this, but several families working together to instigate it.
Maybe those dark wizards who gathered in Berlin and caused such a big fuss were secretly instigated and participated by them.
In line with the principle of playing the long game to catch the big fish, Zuo Si gladly accepted the other party's kindness, which is why he moved into this luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris, which is said to have hundreds of years of history, and enjoyed the service of a group of servants including house-elves.
In return, he also took out three parts of magic mercury and gave it to the other party to deal with.
In the end, both parties were happy and even made an unbreakable vow to ensure that the alliance would continue forever.
Of course, this "unbreakable" only applies to Lady Caroline.
Zuo Si had many ways to make the spell ineffective, or even if it worked, it would not pose any threat to him at all.
Not only that, he can also use this opportunity to find out who is the real person in power behind the French magic world, and which families are involved in secretly issuing a bounty on him.
You should know that in the circle of dark wizards, his "worth" is as high as five million gold Galleons.
Although the corpse statue scared away many people, there were still some guys who were confident in their own strength and wanted to take a risk.
There is no doubt that compared to the British wizarding world under the pressure of Dumbledore, the wizarding families on the European continent are not only more unscrupulous in their style of work, but also extremely powerful, with considerable influence in both the black and white worlds.
Just when Zuo Si burned the letter and immersed himself in the study of death again, Lady Caroline had left the manor and came to an ancient castle less than 70 kilometers away from the famous Fontainebleau Palace.
It is not difficult to see from the exterior decoration style and the overall structure that this is almost a small replica of the Palace of Fontainebleau. Both the building and the courtyard seem to be designed by the same designer.
The only difference is that what are raised here are not ordinary animals and hounds, but all kinds of magical creatures.
In particular, there are several magical plants that can be used to make magic wands, each of which is worth more than 100,000 gold galleons. Some Bowtruckles can be clearly seen on the treetops.
In addition, a huge fire dragon was crawling in the middle of the lawn in a very submissive posture, allowing the house-elf to wipe and maintain its scales, without any sign of violent and unruly wildness.
Obviously, this is a dragon that has been fully domesticated and kept as a pet, rather than one of those semi-wild fire dragons that are merely used as materials.
As the owner of the castle, an old man with wrinkles all over his face and sagging skin was sitting on a recliner, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining on his body. After a full minute, he asked, "How is it, have you figured out what that young man has been researching recently?"
"I'm sorry, Grandfather, I have no idea what he's researching and I can't even understand it at all," Lady Caroline replied somewhat frustratedly.
"Oh? Didn't he ask for a lot of materials and magic items some time ago?" The old man slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Lady Caroline smiled bitterly and explained, “Many of the things that Soth wants are raw materials with various uses. They can be used to mix potions and make some magic props.
The only thing they have in common is that they all involve some mysterious areas related to soul and death to a greater or lesser extent.
The most reliable speculation at present is that he may have developed a great interest in life and death after successfully creating the second Philosopher's Stone.
In addition, I also discovered that he has very close connections with the British Ministry of Magic.
Fortunately, you insisted on not participating in the conspiracy, otherwise the consequences would be very serious."
After hearing this, the old man quickly sat up from his recliner and asked, "Do you mean that he has discovered the real mastermind behind those dark wizards?"
"That's right. He even hinted to me that if I could provide a list, he would pay me an extra amount of magic mercury as a reward." Lady Caroline gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
"You didn't agree?" The old man's face changed slightly.
Lady Caroline shook her head quickly. "Of course not. How can I easily make a promise about something this sensitive and risky without your permission?"
“Just know the severity.
Remember, the secret of our family's continuation to this day is that we never become villains who forget our principles for the sake of profit.
Especially when it comes to despicable acts like this that involves informing on others, no matter what price the other party offers, you must never agree to it.
Rather than offending one party and pleasing the other, we prefer to serve as a bridge in the middle.
Take this incident as an example. We will not collude with dark wizards and offend a genius with great potential just for the magical mercury that can bring the dead back to life.
Nor would they offend those ancient families that had been rooted in Europe for thousands of years in order to please this genius.
Because only by ensuring one's own continuation can fame, wealth, and magical power have any meaning."
The old man warned solemnly.
"Understood."
Lady Caroline immediately bent down and knelt to show her obedience and respect to her grandfather.
Because she understood that the family had been able to survive intact and grow stronger from the turmoil that swept across Europe decades ago, and had not been exterminated due to extinction like some ancient families, all thanks to the wisdom of the old man in front of her.
First ensure survival and continuation, then consider other things, never take risks and never be radical.
This is the code of conduct that my family follows.
Seeing that his most outstanding descendant had fully understood this, the old man praised him with satisfaction: "You have done a good job so far. Hold an auction in my name and sell the remaining two pieces of magic mercury."
"All? Aren't you going to keep a backup copy or continue researching?" Lady Caroline widened her eyes in surprise.
The old man quickly waved his hand: "That's not necessary.
Since the alchemist wasted a bottle and couldn't find anything from it, it means that this thing is not easy to copy.
Otherwise it wouldn't require the power of the Philosopher's Stone to create it.
So instead of keeping them and attracting attention, or even causing unnecessary losses, it is better to sell them all and exchange them for more practical things.
What's more, didn't we reach a cooperation agreement with this young genius?
As long as I can maintain and manage this relationship well, I will naturally have the opportunity to obtain magic mercury from him in the future.
My child, you must learn to restrain your greed and desires, and never try to get anything beyond your ability.
Otherwise, this thing will become a huge disaster, or even the cause of the family's collapse and destruction."
"As you wish, Grandfather."
Caroline bowed deeply, then turned around with graceful steps and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor of the castle.
About a few hours later, dozens of owl messengers delivered the invitation to the most powerful family rooted in continental Europe. It was like a depth bomb that instantly made the already weird atmosphere in the magic world even more turbulent.
Especially when the senior officials of the German Ministry of Magic learned the news, they almost overturned the desks in their offices.
You have to know that the previous crazy act of the black wizard bombing the streets and the horrific sculptures made by Zuo Si using corpses have made them completely lose face, and they are now facing the crisis of being impeached and removed from office.
The culprit behind all this is, of course, the magic mercury that can bring the dead back to life.
But now, this thing actually appeared at the auction openly.
If you have any extra, you should take them out as soon as possible!
Why has it come to this?
If money can buy it, who would take the huge risk to surround a super genius who has the blood of Dumbledore family and has surpassed Nicolas Flamel in the field of alchemy?
The most important thing is that with other channels for obtaining information, those wealthy and powerful ancient families would naturally not offer rewards for hiring dark wizards, and the scene in Berlin would not have happened. The German Ministry of Magic would not have to endure the insults from the people and such huge public pressure.
In less than half a day, many people who were eager to get a piece of magic mercury appeared on the streets of Paris, France, carrying huge sums of money.
Their appearance made the French Ministry of Magic nervous, and they quickly dispatched a large number of people to ensure their personal and property safety.
After all, with the precedent of the German Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic dare not take it lightly.
For a while, this city known as the European capital of art, culture and romance was completely monitored by wizards.
Fortunately, this group of people carrying a huge amount of money did not run around, but first visited Mrs. Caroline's grandfather, and then stayed inside waiting for the auction to begin.
This left many dark wizards who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune with no room to maneuver. They could only hide nearby and wait for the auction to end to see if there were any suitable targets to hunt.
In short, the emergence of magic mercury has put the magic world in countries all over the world in a state of unrest.
Whether there are people who want to be resurrected, or those who intend to figure out the secret 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.
But he himself didn't care about it and was fully immersed in studying how to enter the afterlife.
The maids and house-elves who were responsible for taking care of his daily life could often hear creepy screams coming from the cellar where the experiments were conducted, and there was also a cold aura that could be felt even through several walls.
But what puzzled them was that there was no living thing in the cellar except Zuo Si, so where did the noises come from? Under the control of strong fear, no one dared to approach without permission.
…
On the other side, on a small island far across the channel, two dark lords had just joined forces to capture Azkaban, the most notorious prison in the British wizarding world.
Those Dementors, which were portrayed as extremely terrifying, were easily driven away like timid rabbits in front of them, and they had no power to resist at all.
A group of Death Eaters imprisoned here, including August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellacritus, Rodolphus, Bastan and others, finally regained their freedom and returned to their long-awaited master.
"It seems that the plan is going better than expected, isn't it?"
The young Voldemort stood next to the giant basilisk, with his lips curled up in a smug smile.
Needless to say, this raid was planned and carried out by him.
"Don't be too happy yet. This is just the first step. The key is how to invade the Ministry of Magic and leave before Dumbledore arrives."
As the elder Voldemort spoke, he slightly moved the body he had occupied for only a short time.
Since he had consumed a lot of magic power to drive away the Dementors just now, his movements looked a little stiff, not as natural as when he had enough magic power.
"Master! I have some very useful information about the Philosopher's Stone." August came closer and said in a very excited tone.
"What information?" asked the older Voldemort with interest.
August quickly replied, "I was once taken to the Ministry of Magic to participate in an experiment to resurrect the dead. I know which room of the Department of Mysteries the Philosopher's Stone is stored in. I also know that it is not the Philosopher's Stone itself that has the power to resurrect the dead, but the magic mercury created inside it."
"Oh? You were killed and then resurrected?"
There was a strange gleam in the older Voldemort's eyes.
As a person who is extremely resistant to the arrival of death and is willing to tear his own soul apart many times for this, his interest in death is actually no less than Zuo Si's.
It's just that the cost of exploring death is too high, so I had to give up.
But now, a person who had died and been resurrected appeared in front of me, so naturally I had to ask him clearly.
Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately asked: "What did you see after you died?"
August was obviously startled by the burning gaze of his master, and responded subconsciously: "It is... it is a curtain. After passing through it, there is only endless coldness, darkness and nothingness, and the senses begin to become numb."
"No judgment? No death? No underworld?" Voldemort continued to ask with interest.
"No! There was nothing there except souls wandering aimlessly. But my death was very brief. I was forcibly dragged back to my body before I could get too far."
August didn't dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.
After hearing this, the two Voldemorts looked at each other and saw excitement and ecstasy in each other's eyes.
Because if all this is true, after they seize the Philosopher's Stone, they can use the means of resurrection to find out the secrets of the afterlife and ultimately master the ultimate power called "death."
By then, whether it is Dumbledore or Zuo Si, they will fall at his feet.
Of course, as a Dark Lord who "cherishes talents", Voldemort decided that as long as Zuo Si was willing to surrender, he would mercifully forgive the other party for his previous offenses against him and allow him to join the Death Eaters to contribute to the great cause.
"Let everyone get ready! We will launch a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic in half an hour. We must get the Philosopher's Stone at all costs."
After a brief silence, the older Voldemort gave orders to the Death Eaters who had just escaped.
Although he knew that these people had been severely damaged both physically and mentally due to long-term imprisonment and the Dementors draining their happy memories, it would be best to give them some time to recover their physical strength and magic so that they could maximize their strength.
But the problem is that Azkaban is a place that receives special attention from the British Ministry of Magic.
At most after forty minutes, the other party will realize that something is wrong.
So Voldemort could only give his men half an hour to rest, otherwise the attack would lose its suddenness.
In addition, his nature is cold, ruthless and cruel, and he never takes other people's lives seriously.
In his eyes, Death Eaters were mere servants, cannon fodders who were willing to die for him at critical moments. How could he possibly care about the lives of these guys?
Half an hour passed in a flash.
After eating a small amount of food, the Death Eaters took the wands they had taken from the guards, followed Voldemort closely, and then they Apparated and disappeared from the spot.
They did not notice at all that a big black dog hiding in the dark jumped out from a cell deep in the prison after they left. It not only successfully avoided the massacre of other prisoners just now, but also boarded a small boat and headed towards the distant land.
Needless to say, this big black dog is Harry Potter's godfather, the last male heir of the Black family, Sirius Black.
Even though this guy was imprisoned in Azkaban on charges of being 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 the traitor who betrayed the Potters - Peter Pettigrew.
So when he discovered that the two Voldemorts were starting to attack the prison, he immediately activated his Animagus ability and turned into a black dog.
Otherwise, Black's sister Bellatrix, who was loyal to Voldemort and crazy, would definitely not mind casting a Cruciatus Curse on him and then adding a Killing Curse.
…
At the same time, in the Ministry of Magic far away in the underground of London, England, Fudge was completely unaware of the coming danger. He was sitting happily in his office, looking at the financial statements just sent by Umbridge. His wrinkled old face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Yes! Your work is getting better and better, dear Dolores. I never thought that the Philosopher's Stone alone could bring such a huge profit to the Ministry every month."
"This is all thanks to your good 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 won't be long before you are voted as the greatest Minister of Magic in British history."
Umbridge started off with a stream of flattery as usual, which made Fudge, who was extremely vain, so happy that the corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears.
Although the latter also knew that this was not his own credit at all, but the credit of the Philosopher's Stone and its creator Zuo Si.
But the question is, how many people in this world can truly recognize themselves, and how many people can remain rational and calm in the face of countless flattery.
Just as Fudge was about to say a few humble words as usual and then share the credit with his most capable subordinate, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside.
boom!!!!!!!!
Accompanied by a deafening noise and vibration, the portraits, books and decorations hanging in the office fell to the ground in an instant.
Before he could react to what was happening, another loud bang blew the closed door open.
I saw a wizard covered in blood, slamming into the wall behind him along with the door, and then with a "wow" sound, a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Damn it! What's going on? What happened?"
After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Fudge immediately drew his wand and rushed to the injured person, asking loudly in a hurried tone.
The latter endured the severe pain and responded in a dying voice: "It's... it's the Death Eaters! We were attacked by Death Eaters! Among them are August, Trevor, Antonin, Bellacritus, Rodolphus, Bastan..."
Before he could finish his words, the wizard lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
"What? Death Eaters? Aren't those guys in Azkaban?"
After learning the truth, Fudge fell into panic on the spot.
Because if this is true, then whether Azkaban is broken into or the Ministry of Magic is attacked, it will mean the end of his political career.
"Minister! I think we should activate the defense mechanism immediately and call in all those who can hold a wand to take down these arrogant people."
Umbridge's eyes flashed with joy, and she quickly pretended to give advice.
It was obvious that this ambitious woman saw the attack as an opportunity.
If Fudge were to be ousted now, she could easily gain the support of the other families by virtue of the agreement reached with them on how to distribute magical mercury, and then naturally ascend to the position of Minister of Magic.
Poor Fudge didn't know he had been sold out, and without even thinking, he walked out of the office with his wand in hand and gathered together the staff who were also running around in panic.
Before long, more than thirty wizards gathered around him.
Although the strength of these people varied, fortunately there were enough of them, so they finally plucked up their courage and walked towards the scene of the incident in a mighty manner.
About ten minutes later, the wounded who had been awakened and treated learned that these Death Eaters, led by August, had rushed directly into the Department of Mysteries. Fudge's pretended calmness was exposed in an instant, and he screamed in horror: "No! Their target is the Philosopher's Stone!"
moment!
Everyone present felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over them from head to toe.
Some of them couldn't help but tremble violently, with boundless fear in their eyes.
Anyone who is not a fool can understand that this group of Death Eaters stole the Philosopher's Stone in order to resurrect the Dark Lord who once hung like a dark cloud over the British wizarding world.
"We must not let these bastards succeed! Otherwise we're finished!" Another official stood up suddenly and shouted.
"That's right! We must not let them succeed! Anyone who can still move, follow me!"
"You! You! And you! Guard the entrance here."
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Move faster!"
For a moment, the Ministry of Magic was in chaos.
Fudge plucked up his courage and personally led the team into the only entrance leading to the Department of Mysteries.
About a few minutes later, he finally saw the two Voldemorts who had obtained the Philosopher's Stone and a group of loyal Death Eaters in the room where the Philosopher's Stone was stored.
"Hahahaha! Sorry, you guys are so late. I already got what I wanted."
The older Voldemort raised the box containing the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and a hideous smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he could already feel the amazing vitality and magic contained in the magic mercury, which could definitely allow him to be resurrected in the most perfect form.
Not only that!
The remaining part can 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? Are you also a Death Eater?"
Fudge's eyes widened, completely confused by the scene before him.
Since the two Voldemorts are not using their own bodies, no one can tell them apart from their appearance except the die-hard Death Eaters who know them best.
"Look! How pathetic! Our poor Minister of Magic hasn't even figured out the situation yet." The older Voldemort sneered.
"Humph! How can such an idiot be the Minister of Magic? The British wizarding world is really getting worse and worse. Master, please allow me to clean up these unqualified rubbish for you."
Bellacritus raised the wand he had snatched from another wizard, his eyes filled with endless madness and murderous intent.
As one of the very few representatives of true chaotic evil, 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, then contracted, and then 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...you are Voldemort?"
"Haha, you are surprised, aren't you? Because in the Ministry of Magic's narrative, I should have been completely dead. But unfortunately, it is not easy to kill me, at least the boy you touted as the savior - Harry Potter can't do it. And this time, you will be facing two of me."
As he spoke, the older Voldemort made a gesture of invitation to his student self.
The young Voldemort with Lockhart's appearance raised the corner of his mouth and saluted in a very elegant manner: "Nice to meet you, Minister Cornelius Fudge. Let me introduce myself again. I am not Gilderoy Lockhart as you think, but Tom Riddle. Of course, maybe you can call me by another name - Voldemort."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he demonstrated the change in the order of letters between the two names in front of everyone.
This move immediately made many people who had 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 best graduate of Hogwarts that year, and many people even thought that he would join the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and then rise all the way to become the Minister of Magic.
"Two...two Dark Lords?"
Umbridge swallowed subconsciously.
You have to know that she had experienced the war ten years ago and understood how powerful Voldemort was.
Each of them has caused unrest in the British wizarding world, and now that the two of them have come together, they are bound to cause chaos.
"That's right! Now you have to deal with two of me at the same time. But don't worry, I'm only here to take the Philosopher's Stone today, and I don't intend to kill anyone. But next time I come, I hope each of you can think clearly about which side you should stand on."
After saying this threatening sentence, the older Voldemort raised his wand and prepared to Apparate away.
From the moment he got the Philosopher's Stone, he had been eager 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 nowhere.
Before anyone else could react, an old man in a blue robe with white hair and beard blocked the retreat of the two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters.
"Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore!"
The two Voldemorts shouted the old man's name in unison.
Needless to say, the headmaster of Hogwarts rushed over as soon as he heard the news that Azkaban was broken into and the Death Eaters raided the Ministry of Magic.
"Awakening 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 that idiot Lockhart into the school as a professor. I have done a lot of things with his identity." The young Voldemort sneered.
"Were you the one who attacked the students before?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light.
Voldemort deliberately responded in a nonchalant tone: "Do you think this question needs to be answered? If someone hadn't happened to pass by at that time, that poor little thing would have turned into a pile of bones now."
"Stop talking nonsense! We have already got the Philosopher's Stone. There is no need to waste time here with him."
The older Voldemort gave his younger self a look.
The latter understood instantly! The 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 petrified in an instant before they realized what was happening.
Even Dumbledore himself, his feet below the knees quickly turned into grayish-white stone.
There is no doubt that this is the last trump card that the two Voldemorts 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. The power of its petrifying eyes is simply not something that ordinary wizards can resist.
In the original plot, the young Voldemort did not make good use of it, nor did he use various powerful spells to cooperate with it.
That's why he was killed in a nearly trifling manner by the savior Harry.
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 more than a dozen people on the spot.
But Dumbledore is indeed the greatest wizard of our time.
After discovering that he was affected by petrification, he immediately used the technique he had just learned from Zuo Si to remove the petrification, and successfully avoided being turned into a statue.
When he was about to launch a counterattack, he found that the two Voldemorts and the Death Eaters had disappeared.
Even the basilisk was taken away, leaving only a group of petrified Ministry of Magic staff.
"Alas—this is a big trouble."
Looking at the empty stage, Dumbledore sighed helplessly and began to remove the petrification of everyone present.
When Fudge recovered, he immediately grabbed the hand of the old man who had helped him become the Minister of Magic, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Albus! Help me!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you this time. Two Voldemorts are resurrected at the same time. Do you know what this 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. No matter what the people around him said, he didn't react at all.
Just when the entire Ministry of Magic was in chaos, Voldemort, who had successfully seized the Philosopher's Stone, had arrived at an old house that had been prepared in advance.
Without any hesitation!
He simply set up a big pot 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 his Death Eaters to take out the magic mercury from the inside of the Philosopher's Stone.
Since he himself could not touch the Philosopher's Stone directly, the Philosopher's Stone was always kept in the original box along the way.
As the most loyal servant, Bellacritus received this honor.
She opened the lid of the box carefully, and then she stood there for a long time without moving, as if she was under a spell.
"Bellacritus! What's the matter with you? Hurry up and take out a portion of magic mercury!"
Voldemort, who had already taken off all his clothes 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 Bellacritus' voice, and he turned around with an expression that was uglier than crying.
"What? Gone! How is this possible?!"
Upon hearing that the treasure he had fought so hard to get was lost, the older Voldemort immediately flew into a rage and pushed the crazy woman away.
But he saw that the box was really empty. Not only was there the Philosopher's Stone, there wasn't even a drop of magic mercury.
Realizing that he might have been tricked, he immediately kicked Bellacritus to the ground and stomped his head into the dirt, roaring angrily, "Who? Who stole my Philosopher's Stone!"
"Master, the Philosopher's Stone has been in your custody since the beginning. We haven't even touched it." August knelt on the ground and explained in fear.
Not only him, but several other Death Eaters had similar reactions.
These people knew very well what kind of crazy actions the Dark Lord would do when he was furious.
Regardless of anything else, everyone will definitely be subjected to a feast of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Then explain to me why the Philosopher's Stone that was clearly placed inside was lost? Explain it to me!"
The older Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at August. The tip of his wand flashed a terrifying green light, as if it would shoot out a death curse in the next second.
At this critical moment, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of everyone from the originally empty box.
Seeing this scene, Voldemort didn't care about anything else and immediately signaled August to take it out.
But what's interesting is that when August's hand was about to touch the box, the Philosopher's Stone disappeared again.
When he retracts his hand, the Philosopher's Stone will reappear out of thin air.
At first, the two Voldemorts thought it was some kind of sleight of hand or an invisibility spell, but after several attempts they found that it was not the case at all. They were just instantly teleported away by some force.
No matter what method is used, there is no way to prevent this from happening.
In other words, they succeeded in getting the Philosopher's Stone, but did not get it completely. They could only stare at the box without being able to do anything.
Even the Stop Spell, which is said to be able to end all magical effects, cannot have the slightest effect on it.
Zuo Si, who was studying the mystery of death in Paris, France, would see the Philosopher's Stone appear beside him every few minutes with a playful smile on his face.
You don't need to ask to know that all this was his doing.
Because the box was tamped with during its production.
Unless authorized, anyone else will be instantly transported to its true owner if they touch the Philosopher's Stone directly or indirectly, or use a magic spell.
It will be sent back only after permission is obtained.
In other words, everything Voldemort saw was done intentionally by Zuo Si.
Not for anything else, I just think it's fun to see him get so angry...
(End of this chapter)
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