"A mysterious person actually dances in a short skirt to the accommodation of music! Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? It takes you into the unknown heart of the Dark Lord and his persistent pursuit of ballet art."
"The rising star of the magic world - Soth bluntly said that the so-called Dark Lord is nothing but a coward who fears death and a waste who only bullies the weak and dares not face the strong!"
"Exclusive reveal: how Avada Kedavra, the first of the three unforgivable curses, was successfully defended!"
"Young Soth defeated the two Dark Lords and their most dangerous Death Eaters with overwhelming force. Does this mean that Albus Dumbledore's title as the greatest wizard of our time will soon be passed to another person? Is the wizarding world about to usher in a new era?"
"Invented magic scrolls and spell storage technology! Successfully created the world's second Philosopher's Stone that can bring the dead back to life! Registered more than a dozen new spells with the Ministry of Magic in just one year! Shows you how a true genius is made."
"Dolores Umbridge, a senior official of the British Ministry of Magic, publicly stated that all the credit for Cornelius Fudge's achievements as Minister of Magic should be attributed to South. He is just an idiot who can only sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor. He can't even handle the most basic things and should have stepped down long ago."
"The French Ministry of Magic is currently in urgent consultation with the British Ministry of Magic on how to deal with the captured Death Eaters. I hope that they will all receive a Dementor's Kiss in the end."
"Although the You-Know-Who has been defeated, the crisis has not been resolved. The evil black magic creation, the Horcrux, has given him the ability to revive and regenerate infinitely. The Ministry of Magic will completely disclose the secrets of the Horcruxes and the corresponding prevention methods this month."
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As what happened in France was exposed, overwhelming coverage instantly swept the entire wizarding world.
Although Voldemort's pattern was not very good, his attainments in dark magic and the scale of killing, destruction, and death were much higher than any previous dark wizard, so he was given the title of Dark Lord.
For a long time, wizards had a deep fear of him.
Especially in the ravaged British wizarding community, most people suffer from stress response syndrome.
Even Dumbledore's Pensieve contained a large amount of memories and details about this guy.
But now, someone actually stood up and pressed the terrifying and desperate Voldemort to the ground in an attitude that was close to humiliation and crushing, breaking the myth that the Killing Curse was undefendable, forcing him to wear a white silk skirt to dance ballet, and publicly revealing his true face under his vicious disguise, which naturally caused an unimaginable sensation.
Especially under the instruction of Zuo Si, Rita Skeeter, who is best at fabricating fake news and fanning the flames, went all out and directly portrayed the former Dark Lord as a pathetic clown.
Even the secret that his mother used a love potion to make a Muggle fall in love with her, and then ruthlessly abandoned her after stopping the potion was dug up and repeatedly whipped.
This made Voldemort, who advocated pure blood theory, a complete joke.
Because he was one of the "bastards" who should be thoroughly cleansed in his mouth.
This is as interesting as Hitler during World War II suddenly discovering that he had Jewish ancestry.
The Daily Prophet even used a large amount of space to smear and ridicule it for several consecutive days.
Although at the beginning, many people still had strong doubts about this.
But when those moving photos were released, the British wizarding world, which was originally in a state of panic and turmoil, instantly exploded.
Some of the photos even had to be released in high-definition, full-color, special collector's editions at the strong request of many readers, so as to avoid being bombarded by hundreds of owl messengers every day.
Many courageous guys even enlarged the photos of the white silk skirt dozens or hundreds of times and hung them directly at the door of the store to attract the attention of passers-by.
For a moment, the British wizarding world seemed to have returned to the carnival scene when the Dark Lord had just fallen.
The terrifying atmosphere and personal image that Voldemort had worked so hard to create completely collapsed in the midst of a public opinion environment that was full of supporters.
After all, being pinned to the ground, rubbed, beaten, and humiliated repeatedly by a second-year student at Hogwarts was extremely embarrassing no matter how you looked at it.
If even such a "loser" is afraid, then wouldn't it be a disgrace to the British wizarding world?
Moreover, it is not groundless to say that he fears death and is a loser who dares not face the strong and can only bully the weak.
Throughout his life, he never really dared to stand in front of Dumbledore and challenge the greatest wizard of the time.
Instead, they try every possible means to hide and avoid direct conflict, and then use various means to plot conspiracies and carry out assassinations.
However, he was fooled by the trap set by the headmaster using his own death, and he failed to gain the recognition of the Elder Wand from beginning to end.
This is why, although Dumbledore respected Voldemort, he always had an undisguised attitude of contempt and disdain for him.
As for Horcruxes, although it sounds powerful that they can make wizards immortal, what really scares people is the sense of mystery brought about by their concealment.
Once fully exposed to sunlight, it is nothing more than a soul fragment that can wake up and revive.
As long as one is careful and makes sure that one's mind is not taken advantage of, any wizard can deal with it easily.
By turning Voldemort into a laughing stock and exposing all the secrets he tried to hide, Zuo Si successfully dispelled the dark clouds hanging over the British Isles and reduced people's fear of the Dark Lord to an all-time low.
At this moment, in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was sitting in his seat, looking at the newspapers and magazines with interest, with a very strange expression on his old face.
After a full minute, he couldn't help but smiled and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of letting Tom wear a white silk tutu to dance ballet? I have to admit that I have seen a lot of incredible things in my life, but nothing has ever shocked and surprised me like this photo."
"Well... maybe it's because I personally prefer watching ballet performances. And don't you think this is the best way to eliminate people's fear of him?"
Zuo Si, who had just returned from France, shrugged his shoulders with undisguised mockery in his tone.
Of course, he would never tell the old man that his favorite ballet was limited to female performers who could show off their graceful figures.
After all, few men with normal sexual orientation would refuse to appreciate a group of beautiful women dancing on the stage in short skirts and white stockings.
Dumbledore nodded approvingly. "It is indeed effective. When people associate him with something ridiculous, it is naturally difficult for them to feel fear. But what really makes me happy is that despite the many ideological conflicts between us, you still made the right choice."
"No, Professor, I actually made the choice in my freshman year, but you just didn't notice it.
In addition, Voldemort and the ideas he proposed are just like the stupid and paranoid fantasies that pop up in the minds of rebellious teenagers.
To be honest, I have absolutely no idea how a man in his forties can be so childish and still have a large number of fanatical admirers.
Maybe it's just like what the saying goes, the tragedy of human beings lies in their ignorance and stupidity, and they only believe what they want to believe.
If you think I would stoop to the level of this guy, or choose to join forces with him, it is the greatest insult to me. "
Zuo Si expressed his position directly and in a very clear manner.
"I apologize for my impoliteness."
Dumbledore stood up and bowed solemnly.
Because from reports in various media, he understood that he could no longer treat the young man in front of him the same way he treated his students.
Instead, he must be regarded as a top wizard who is equal to himself.
In particular, his proficiency in "wandless casting", "silent casting", a large number of original spells and the ability to completely ignore attacks from the Killing Curse have made him one of the few people standing at the top of the pyramid in the wizarding world.
Even if Voldemort was truly fully resurrected, he probably wouldn't be able to gain any advantage.
What made Dumbledore even more gratified was that he had successors. Even if he died today, he didn't have to worry too much about the British wizarding world falling into the control of a group of psychopaths and lunatics in the future.
Zuo Si quickly dodged and shook his head with a smile: "Forget it, I can't bear your apology. And I have some new discoveries about Horcruxes that I want to discuss with you alone."
"Oh? Did you find anything from the young Voldemort who occupied Lockhart's body?" Dumbledore's eyes revealed strong curiosity.
"Well, I did find some interesting things. For example, why killing is necessary to create a Horcrux, and why a person's personality becomes more and more violent and angry when the soul is torn apart." Zuo Si answered meaningfully.
moment!
Dumbledore fell silent, then sighed helplessly: "Alas - it seems that you have mastered all the secrets of the Horcruxes. Did Tom tell you this, or did you get it through your own research?"
"I got it through studying this. I have to say that Voldemort's research on the soul is unmatched. It's a pity that he was so afraid of death that he went in the wrong direction from the beginning."
After saying that, Zuo Si took out the diary from his pocket and threw it on the table in the principal's office.
Looking at this Horcrux that exuded an evil aura, Dumbledore's expression instantly became extremely serious. He quickly raised his wand and cast several detection spells on it. Then he carefully picked it up and checked it repeatedly. He raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Where did this thing come from?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and pretended to be puzzled and answered, "I don't know, I found it from the young Voldemort who occupied Lockhart's body.
Apparently, Voldemort had successfully created his first Horcrux while still a student.
The so-called Horcrux is actually not what many people imagine, that is, tearing off a small piece of the soul from the body, but dividing it equally with strong emotions as the resonance.
In other words, if a dark wizard only makes one Horcrux, it is equivalent to dividing his soul into two equal parts, one part remains in the body, and the other part is preserved as a Horcrux.
If a second Horcrux is created, the original one-half soul must be divided again, from one-half to one-quarter.
Each cut and split requires an emotion more intense than the last as a trigger.
Among the many emotions that humans possess, the only one that can continue to accumulate and layer upon layer is the strong desire to kill.
Therefore, the simplest and most direct way to make a Horcrux is to kill.
The most important thing is that the more times a soul is torn apart, the weaker it becomes, and the more easily its personality will be affected by the murderous intent accumulated and strengthened at the moment of tearing.
Judging from Voldemort's current reaction, he must have created at least six or seven Horcruxes to become so crazy and irrational.
So the young Voldemort seems to be the least affected and the most rational one.
This means that creating just one Horcrux does not have that much impact on the mind."
"You can reversely deduce so much based on just one Horcrux. Your talent in the field of magic is truly frightening." Dumbledore's tone revealed extremely complicated emotions.
Ever since the madman Voldemort appeared, he has been trying to completely erase the method of making Horcruxes from the wizarding world.
But now, it is obviously impossible to do so.
Zuo Si knew what the old man was worried about, and immediately assured him with a smile: "Don't worry, professor. I am not interested in the Horcrux, a method of immortality with huge flaws. I just want to understand the knowledge, technology and principles contained in it to see if I can apply it to other places."
But Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is what I am most worried about. You have an incomparable and powerful talent, and a mind that far exceeds any wizard, including me. You will definitely create many shocking things in the future. I just hope that you can think twice before using these things, instead of throwing them to those incompetent guys to deal with."
"If you mean the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort never really got it." Zuo Si spread his hands indifferently.
"Forget it, I knew you wouldn't listen to me. Go and get busy, the people from the Ministry of Magic are waiting for you outside." Dumbledore waved his hand and ended the conversation.
Just as Zuo Si was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He took out a bottle of sticky liquid that emitted a bright light like a burning flame from his desk and threw it out with force.
"Next! I think with your current level of magic power, it's time to use this."
Zuo Si subconsciously reached out to catch it, and immediately revealed an extremely surprised expression: "Is this... Phoenix blood?"
Dumbledore patiently explained, "That's right. It's the blood of Fawkes before and after Nirvana mixed together, symbolizing death and rebirth. It's of extraordinary value even to ordinary wizards.
However, its real function is to give a person with Dumbledore's blood a chance to transform and be reborn.
You need to drink it on the last day of the year and then resist the burning sensation for up to an hour until the first day of the new year.
Then you will feel a different world and yourself.”
"Thank you so much."
Zuo Si quickly stuffed the bottle of phoenix blood into the shoulder bag used to carry important items.
You know, he has always wanted to get some phoenix blood, but he just never found the opportunity.
"You're welcome. Whether you are willing to use the last name Dumbledore or not, it cannot hide the blood flowing in your body. I am just fulfilling the responsibilities and obligations of an elder."
Dumbledore obviously had no idea what the phoenix blood he gave away meant, and he had no idea how powerful and amazing the magical cloning technology and biological hybridization technology of the continent of Faerun were.
Not to mention a bottle of blood full of vitality and life force, even a strand of hair can give you a bunch of clones and hybrid mutant creatures.
As soon as Zuo Si walked out of the headmaster's office, he was immediately surrounded by Umbridge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials who were waiting in the corridor outside the door. They asked in an impatient tone: "Sir Soth, you have taken back the Philosopher's Stone, right?"
"Of course. But to be honest, I am very dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's performance and response measures in this crisis. You have not demonstrated the ability to protect the safety of the Philosopher's Stone." Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be disgusted and complained.
"That's not the Ministry of Magic's problem, it's because of Fudge's stupidity and incompetence!" An official in his fifties immediately cursed angrily.
Another older witch nearby also agreed, "That's right! It's all Fudge's fault! He could have hired more Aurors by increasing the budget to ensure the safety of the entire British wizarding community. But what happened? He was only concerned with his own enjoyment and didn't spend the money wisely at all."
"Bah! Such a wretch has the nerve to call himself the greatest Minister of Magic in British history? He even wants to get himself an Order of Merlin? He is so shameless!"
"The funny thing is that he still refuses to give up his seat."
"Don't worry! Wait for the parliament's approval in two days, and he will have to leave even if he doesn't want to."
…
Accompanied by a barrage of accusations, the current Minister of Magic, Fudge, seemed to have instantly turned from a "good leader" praised by everyone into a sinner of the entire British wizarding community.
There is no other way! Azkaban was broken into and the Ministry of Magic was invaded. These two extremely bad things had to be blamed on someone.
Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that the entire Ministry of Magic from top to bottom is full of rubbish and fools? Under the guidance of this idea, and Umbridge's private operation, many people quickly reached a consensus to push Fudge out as the scapegoat.
When the time comes, no matter what the blame is, it can be put directly on his head. Others will naturally be able to avoid this political storm and continue to stay in their positions and abuse their power.
It can be said that in terms of bureaucratic habits, the British Ministry of Magic has inherited the true essence of the British bureaucratic system, and has mastered inaction and shirking responsibility to perfection.
You have to know that these are the same people who were praising Fudge all day long just a week ago.
But now when something happens, their expressions change faster than turning the pages of a book.
Of course, they have another purpose for appearing here today, which is to get the Philosopher's Stone back.
Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic's largest source of income would be cut off immediately.
The loss of income means that the previously increased salaries and allowances cannot be maintained at all, and both oneself and the grassroots staff below will complain.
After all, welfare is something that can only go up and not down.
Looking at these almost flattering and fawning faces, Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took out the Philosopher's Stone directly from his pocket, and said expressionlessly: "It's not impossible to give it to you. But who can guarantee that similar situations will not happen again in the future?"
moment!
The eyes of everyone present revealed extremely strong greed and desire.
"Sir Soth, I want to talk to you alone."
Umbridge obviously realized that this was an opportunity and immediately stepped forward.
Her behavior immediately attracted the angry glares of several other people who wanted to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.
Just when one of them was about to speak, Zuo Si suddenly nodded and agreed: "Okay. Let's go over there."
Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, the two of them quickly came to a window sill on the upper floor of the castle and admired the scenery outside the window from their high vantage point.
After about five or six seconds, Umbridge couldn't help but whispered, "Our agreement is still valid, right?"
"Of course! My greatest strength is that I abide by contracts." Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
"Haha, haven't you noticed yet?" Zuo Si glanced at the other person with a smile.
"Notice what?"
Umbridge blinked in confusion.
"How slow! Hasn't Lucius Malfoy been taking the lead in supporting you recently? Why do you think he is doing this?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.
Umbridge's eyes lit up instantly, and she asked in an excited tone: "You mean... the Malfoy family supports me at your instruction?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly. "That's right. I have set the stage for you. Now it depends on your performance. As for the Philosopher's Stone, I can't just give it to you, because that would make everything look like it was arranged in advance. The most important thing about the political game is that it should appear fair and just, even if it's only on the surface."
"Then how do I get the Philosopher's Stone back?" Umbridge asked humbly.
"It's very simple! Make some achievements that everyone can see. For example, take this opportunity to gather some power, especially to firmly grasp the power to dispatch and control Aurors. Naturally, you can make others believe that you have the ability to protect the safety of the Philosopher's Stone. Then I will naturally send the Philosopher's Stone back."
Zuo Si gave some very straightforward operational suggestions.
"I see."
As a cunning politician who is only interested in profit, Umbridge has worked in the Ministry of Magic for many years and immediately realized the wisdom of doing so.
With the current Minister of Magic out of power, whoever controls the Aurors, who has law enforcement powers, will be equivalent to controlling the police and army of the British wizarding world.
By then, with one hand holding the military power and the other holding the financial and profit distribution rights brought by the Philosopher's Stone, he would naturally be able to make the Ministry of Magic obey him from top to bottom.
There was no one else who could compete with him for the position of Minister of Magic.
Thinking of this, Umbridge suddenly showed an excited and joyful smile on her face: "Thank you very much for your advice. I promise that when I take the position of Minister of Magic, I will meet all your requests without reservation, whether it is legal or illegal."
"I hope so."
Zuo Si smiled disapprovingly, put away the magic stone, turned around and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the lower floor.
When he arrived near the third floor, Snape, who was waiting there, immediately came out from the dark corner and asked nervously, "What did Dumbledore talk to you about?"
"Nothing, some topics about Voldemort and Horcruxes." Zuo Si answered casually.
"Is that all? Didn't he mention Harry?" Snape frowned subconsciously.
It was obvious that he had now completely assimilated into the role of stepfather and had become the Savior's most loyal protector.
Especially for Dumbledore, who wanted to train Harry Potter to be the ultimate weapon against Voldemort, he began to take tight and strict precautions.
Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and said, "Please, professor, our principal is just a little bit deep-minded, a little bit more controlling, and always thinks he has to arrange everything properly. He is not a bad person in essence. To put it bluntly, the conflict between him and us is more like a difference in ideas and future paths, not an ever-lasting enemy."
"But Harry is Lily's son! Absolutely! Absolutely! No accidents can happen! I swore to keep Lily away from sadness and pain, and to keep her happy forever." Snape growled in a low voice.
"You seem to be a little off, what happened recently?"
Zuo Si looked at the man standing in front of him with a slightly curious look, his emotions clearly out of control.
Snape pondered for a moment, then quickly responded, "Harry was attacked by a cursed Bludger during a Quidditch match yesterday. He fell off his broom and nearly broke his neck. He is currently staying in the school infirmary. I think this may be related to Dumbledore's trial, or maybe some Death Eaters have sneaked into the school and want to kill him."
"Blurred ball? Is he still participating in this boring and dangerous sport?" Zuo Si showed a very surprised expression.
You should know that when the savior set off for Europe for the so-called "academic exchange", he rarely participated in team training.
He thought that the other party would eventually quit and focus all his attention and energy on studying.
"It's all that damn Draco Malfoy's fault! The little bastard was always provoking Harry and arousing his competitive spirit. I shouldn't have allowed him to join the team and become the Slytherin College Seeker." Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I think Draco has gotten his comeuppance now, hasn't he?"
Zuo Si obviously knew Snape's style of doing things very well.
If he hadn't retaliated afterwards, he wouldn't be the Severus Snape that people both loved and hated.
Snape sneered and replied, "I have ordered Draco to clean the toilets in the common room for a year, and he is not allowed to use any magic."
Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately observed a second of silence for the spoiled Master Malfoy.
Because as long as he continues to make trouble for Harry Potter, this punishment will accompany him throughout his school years and may even become a psychological shadow that hangs over his adolescence.
After all, Snape has never disappointed anyone when it comes to favoring "his own people".
"Maybe I can go talk to Harry and visit him at the same time." Zuo Si took the initiative to suggest.
"Thank you for your help. I now finally understand how difficult it is to be a good father. I hope the baby in Lily's belly will not be as difficult as Harry, otherwise I will go crazy. Finally, thank you for preventing that person from returning."
After saying this, Snape gave a grateful look and turned away in a hurry.
Without a doubt!
If there was anyone in the entire British wizarding community who feared Voldemort's return the most, it would be him.
Because once Voldemort returns, the first thing he will do is to kill Harry Potter to prove that it was not this boy-who-lived who defeated him.
Harry Potter's death would drive his mother completely crazy and lead her on a painful and desperate path of revenge.
All the beauty and happiness you have now will vanish in an instant.
Because I have lost something before, I am afraid of losing it again, and I know how to cherish it even more.
This is the truest reflection of Snape's inner thoughts at the moment.
Just as Zuo Si was about to turn around and head to Madam Pomfrey, he suddenly saw a girl with long brown hair sticking her head out from the corner. She immediately raised her eyebrows and pretended to be surprised and teased, "Ms. Granger, skipping classes is not something an honor student like you should do."
"History of Magic is all rote memorization. I already know it by heart. And... I missed you."
After saying that, Hermione trotted across the corridor and pounced on Zuo Si, hugged his neck tightly with both arms, and kissed him on tiptoe.
By the time the two separated, five minutes had passed.
Feeling her heart beating violently and her body trembling slightly due to excessive excitement, the girl licked her lips and raised her head to ask: "How did you gain from your trip to Europe?"
"Very good. A lot of things are in this suitcase. You can take it and look at it slowly."
Zuo Si handed over the box that was blessed with the Traceless Extension Spell.
However, Hermione did not rush to open it. Instead, she put it on the ground and continued to enjoy this moment of tenderness without being disturbed.
After a long while, she slowly regained her composure and continued to ask with a slightly curious tone: "I heard that you went to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? How does it compare to Hogwarts?"
Zuo Si answered in a half-joking tone, "Well, generally speaking, it's not bad. As one of the three major magic schools in Europe, its foundation is not much worse than Hogwarts. Moreover, due to Nicolas Flamel's long-term large donations, the area and facilities are much better than Hogwarts. Most importantly, those French girls are so enthusiastic. I receive a lot of flowers, gifts and love letters every day."
"What!"
The last sentence instantly made Hermione, who was as docile as a kitten in the previous second, explode in the next second.
This funny reaction immediately made Zuo Si burst into laughter. While laughing, he teased, "You know what? Your reaction just now was really funny and cute. Don't worry, even if they are put together, they can't compare to your status in my heart."
"Asshole! Did you do this on purpose?"
The girl finally came back to the future and pouts her cheeks, looking angry.
"Okay, don't be angry, I brought you a gift specially." Zuo Si whispered in his ear.
The feeling of the hot air on her earlobes quickly made Hermione forget her anger. Her face and neck instantly turned red, and her eyes quickly became blurred. She subconsciously asked, "What is...a gift?"
Soon, she felt a foreign object in the palm of her hand.
I looked down and saw that it was an exquisite little black box.
After opening it, an exquisite silver ring instantly came into view.
At the front end of the ring, there is a colorful gem as big as a fingernail.
Although she didn't know much about gemstones, the girl was able to realize their amazing value from their luster and size.
"This... This is a little too early, right? I... I'm not ready yet."
Hermione's face suddenly turned even redder, and she became a little speechless.
Zuo Si raised his hand and flicked the girl's forehead gently, reprimanding her unhappily: "What are you thinking about? This is a magic ring that can provide you with some extra abilities."
"ah?!"
Hermione instantly woke up from her dazed state, and was so ashamed that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into immediately.
Her reaction fully proves that love really does greatly affect a person's IQ and ideal thinking ability.
"Try it on." Zuo Si reminded softly.
At his urging, the girl carefully took out the ring and put it on the middle finger of her right hand.
Immediately afterwards, a magical energy formed an invisible force field around the body.
"What's it good for?" Hermione asked in an uncertain tone.
"It can make you immune to instant death magic like Avada Kedavra. You can also use fireball three times, lightning three times, invisibility twice, flight once, teleport once, and cure serious injuries once every day." Zuo Si gave the answer without hesitation.
Of course, there is another function he didn't mention, which is that the wearer's location and health status can be confirmed at any time through this ring.
And once you put it on, you can't take it off unless you cut off the entire finger.
Obviously, this ring was made entirely using the magic item manufacturing technology of the continent of Faerun.
The purpose is very simple, which is to get insurance.
"Fireball? Lightning? Flying? Cure serious injuries? Are these all new spells you invented? And... and you put them all in a small ring? And it can be used repeatedly?" Hermione opened her mouth in shock.
Because in the books she had seen, no magic item could do this.
"Remember I told you before that one day I would reveal to you the truth about this world and even the universe?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.
Hermione quickly responded, "Of course I remember. But you said it wasn't the right time."
"This ring is actually part of the truth. Finally, remember not to tell anyone. Because this is a secret between us."
After saying this, Zuo Si hugged and kissed Hermione on the cheek, then turned and left, leaving the girl standing there alone, her face full of shock.
I don't know how much time had passed.
Maybe a few seconds...
Maybe a few minutes...
When Hermione came to her senses, she found that the corridor was full of students who had just finished class.
A senior Gryffindor girl patted her shoulder from behind and asked with a smile, "Hey! Granger! What are you daydreaming about?"
"Hehe! I know! Today is the day that South returns to school. Our Granger has been absent-minded since this morning and even skipped History of Magic class for the first time ever. I guess he is savoring the sweetness of it now." Another senior girl nearby teased.
"Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Hermione shuddered suddenly and fled from here at an extremely fast speed, without even responding to her roommate's greeting.
About five minutes later, she finally ran into an empty utility room, panting, and gently stroked the ring on her finger. She closed her eyes to feel the powerful magical power stored in it, and then activated the fireball spell that she performed three times a day.
The next second...
Boom!!! The blinding red flames instantly covered most of the room.
The mops, brooms, buckets, brushes, and some miscellaneous items that were originally piled up in the corner were all turned into ashes under the horrific heat wave.
Even metals such as steel and copper were not spared and turned into red, boiling liquid.
Such terrible power is even more shocking than the Thunderbolt Explosion Spell.
At least the thunderbolt explosions cast by most wizards can hardly cover such a large area, and are simply unable to turn metals with relatively high melting points such as steel into liquid.
Looking at the mess herself in front of her, Hermione took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. At the same time, she muttered to with shining eyes: "Secrets... the truth... the universe... this world... a lot of magic spells and techniques that I have never seen before... Damn it! Soth has already reminded me so obviously, I should have thought of it long ago."
There is no doubt that the clever Hermione has realized already Zuo Si's true identity, and this is also the result of the latter's deliberate act.
But she didn't intend to tell this secret to anyone, not even her biological parents.
Because in the girl's view, Zuo Si telling her this biggest secret was proof of his trust in her, and she would never let this trust down.
What's more, the relationship between the two is in a very close state.
But what Hermione didn't know was that through the ring on her hand, all her actions were seen by Zuo Si, who smiled and said to the diary he carried with him: "It seems that my training plan was successful."
"Yes! Now she can't see anyone else in her eyes except you. Maybe... your next step can be to consider taking her to Faerun to see what the real magical world is like." The diary suggested with interest.
"Take her to Faerun? Are you sure you are not talking nonsense? If Isadora knew about our current relationship, she might do something extreme." Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Hehe! What are you afraid of? If you want to build a large harem, you have to take some risks. Don't forget that Isadora will listen to you and will not resist at all. What's more, there are so many clones now, it's the best time to take advantage of opportunities. If you miss it, you must not regret it."
The diary started to give bad advice with a smirk on its face.
As a magical creation that carries a large amount of past memories and thoughts, its personality is equivalent to Zuo Si before he became a planeswalker, so it speaks with extreme recklessness.
"How do you know I want to build a large harem?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows and asked.
The diary responded seriously, "Because I am you! We share the same basic thoughts and ideas. Although you have always maintained self-restraint, desires always need a channel to vent, otherwise they will eventually develop into a spiritual weakness. If you encounter a creature like the Eldrazi Titan, even the smallest mental loophole will become extremely fatal."
"So your solution is to completely let go of yourself and become a promiscuous scumbag?"
There was disdain in Zuo Si's tone, and it was obvious that he did not agree with the advice given in the diary.
After all, this guy represents his past self, the ordinary person living in a materialistic world full of desires. There is no comparison with the present at all.
But the diary didn't think so. It sneered and asked back, "Why not? Don't tell me you want to be a lover like Snape and love only one person for your whole life. Oh, by the way, I suggest that if you want to go to Zendikar, you'd better leave early. Otherwise, when the Eldrazi are released, it will become more dangerous than you can imagine, even for a planeswalker..."
(End of this chapter)
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