Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 590 Changes
"Magic stone……"

In the deep, dark forests of Albania, Voldemort, clad in a sleek black wizard's robe, paced back and forth inside a hastily erected tent.

"Magic stone……"

He kept muttering to himself.

Voldemort has begun his ascension to godhood.

Thanks to his rise to power more than 20 years ago, Voldemort no longer needs to set up an anchor point for his return. His terrifying image has already deeply penetrated people's hearts, and that is the streetlight for his return to the real world.

He didn't need to worry about the stairs—

He already possessed Horcruxes, something far more intimately connected to him than the staircase. Voldemort now only needed to perform another ritual to imbue his Horcruxes with the attributes of the laws.

Voldemort only had two things to worry about—

The magic stone, and the sky gold, flowing silver, and pillar bronze used to construct the ritual.

Voldemort wasn't incapable of crafting the Philosopher's Stone, but rather he lacked the time to do so.

To be precise, Voldemort knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he had stolen Tyella's research notes from the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin from Tyella.

Voldemort has now received information that the Tyrells are secretly searching for something, and that not long ago, one of the countless Tyrells descended upon this place, using some kind of magic that Voldemort does not understand to sweep through this forest inch by inch.

If it weren't for the notebooks Voldemort took that contained a method for setting up a concealment magic circle, Voldemort even thought he might have been discovered by Tyrell this time.

Therefore, Voldemort must speed up the process of his ascension to godhood.

At least at this stage, Voldemort simply doesn't have that much time to go through countless experiments and calculations to craft a Philosopher's Stone.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Voldemort chuckled darkly in the dimly lit tent, recalling a message he had received a few days earlier, seemingly confident of success.

……

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" It was Robin Skelley, a new student this year. She seemed to have suddenly appeared next to Harry. "Hello, Harry, I... I have a message for you."

"Did Professor Slughorn give it to me?" Harry asked hopefully.

“Oh no… it’s Professor Snape,” Robbins said, and Harry’s heart sank.

“He said… well… that your confinement has been postponed to today, a week from now,” Robbins said.

“Okay, thank you!” Harry said cheerfully.

For a fleeting moment, Harry's mood suddenly brightened considerably.

“Great, Tyella, we can go to Professor Slughorn’s dinner together!” Harry said excitedly.

“Hmm,” Tierra said calmly.

October arrived quickly, and in mid-October was their first trip to Hogsmeade Village this semester.

Harry was also uneasy about this trip to Hogsmeade Village. He didn't know if these trips would be permitted, especially given the increasing number of attacks on wizarding communities reported in the Daily Prophet, and Tyrell—

And I've become increasingly busy.

Although Harry asked Tierra countless times if anything had happened recently, Tierra always smiled and said everything was fine, but at the same time, security measures around the school were being tightened day by day.

However, by mid-October, they finally learned that their trip to Hogsmeade Village had not been canceled. This made the young wizards, especially the first-year students, very happy that they could still go to Hogsmeade. After all, it would be nice to spend a few hours on the land outside the castle.

Harry woke up very early on the day he was to go on his trip. It was stormy outside, and he spent the time before breakfast reading his book, "Advanced Potions Making."

Harry doesn't often read his textbooks in bed because, in Ron's opinion, that's something only bookworms like Tyrell and Hermione do.

However, Harry felt that the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions Making" could hardly be considered a textbook.

The more Harry reads this book, the more he discovers.

Not only did he offer tips on potion-making, which made a better impression on Slug, but Harry was also quite certain that the Half-Blood Prince had invented some spells he had hastily written in the blank spaces, with signs of modification.

After consulting with Tyrell, Harry tried a few spells that the prince had invented himself.

There's a spell that makes toenails grow incredibly fast, and Harry, with his mischievous quirks, tried it on Grubb in the hallway, with some quite amusing results.
There's another spell that can stick the tongue to the ceiling, which he's already used on the unsuspecting Filch, and everyone cheered—

Of course, Gryffindor was subsequently penalized twenty points, and Harry received a detention order from Tyrell.

The reason given was disrespect for teachers and elders, and the open use of malicious spells to injure people.

Harry replaced Mercedes Amishitia as the assistant teacher for the Tearella Dark Arts class, helping Tearella manage the large class of young wizards.

Besides that, the most useful thing is the Morpheus spell, which can send a very soft, inaudible sound to someone's ear, so that you can talk in class without being overheard.

However, Hermione was the only one who didn't find the spell interesting. She was the only one who consistently objected and refused to talk when Harry used the spell on those around him.

Harry sat up in bed and turned the book around so he could better see the messy handwriting describing a spell that seemed to be causing the Half-Blood Prince some trouble.

Finally, after several revisions, in a corner of this page, it was hastily written:

Varys (Nvbl)

As the wind and rain relentlessly battered the windows, Neville snored loudly, while Harry stared at the letters in parentheses.

Nvbl.

That might mean "silent." Harry didn't know if he could try this particular spell; it was different from the silent spell Snape used in every Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In addition, Harry felt that the prince was a more impressive teacher than Snape.

His wand wasn't pointing at anything; it moved a few times, and then—

A slender, white finger rested on Harry's wand.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.” Tyrell, who had been lying in her dorm bed sleeping, was now sitting next to Harry’s bed.

“Do you remember what I warned you about last semester when I taught you dark magic?” Tiera said with a smile, “Don’t use magic spells carelessly.”

"Huh?" Harry said, puzzled.

"There's nothing wrong with the spells in this book," Tiera said with a smile. "You can learn them if you want; it will enhance your magical abilities. But I hope you remember that the spells in this book were created by a student. Please be more careful when using them, okay?"

(End of this chapter)