Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 848

In the quiet corridors of Hogwarts during the height of summer, the image of young Voldemort suddenly became unusually blurry.

He wandered alone in the empty corridor, seemingly driven by an invisible force.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with madness and ecstasy.

Immediately, his body transformed into a wisp of black smoke, swiftly flying out of the windows and cracks of Hogwarts and soaring into the sky.

Above Hogwarts, the black mist rapidly condensed—

The figure of young Voldemort reappeared, seated on a bronze throne with pale flames burning upon it.

His eyes were focused and cold, and he was chanting complex incantations.

As he chanted the incantation, subtle changes began to occur in the space surrounding Hogwarts. The three dimensions of matter, spirit, and mind seemed to be summoned, and began to vibrate and tremble.

The tremors gradually intensified, and the surrounding air, the ground, and even the distant lake water seemed to fluctuate under the influence of this force.

Ultimately, these dimensions did not merely vibrate; they seemed to be crushed by an invisible, immense pressure, beginning to show signs of cracking. From Hogwarts to the surrounding landscape, everything appeared incredibly fragile in the face of this incredible power.

The young Voldemort appeared unusually serene on the bronze throne, as if he were sitting at the center of the world, as if he held the threads of destiny in his hands.

The world around them trembled and wailed under his spells, yet none could escape the control of this dark wizard.

"It has begun." With this soft murmur, Tiera, who was in the principal's office, suddenly disappeared.

The teacup that Tiera had been holding suddenly lost its support and fell from the spot where Tiera had just been sitting, making a crisp cracking sound.

The black tea spilled from the cup, leaving a deep red stain on the floor.

The next moment, along with Tierra, the young Voldemort, who was suspended in mid-air, also disappeared.

The same scene also occurred in Africa, with the elderly Voldemort sitting on a golden throne atop a volcano in Cameroon.

In Bhutan, the Scottish Highlands, and Cameroon, beams of light in gold, silver, and bronze suddenly shot into the sky, like three mysterious, enormous pillars connecting the heavens and the earth to a mysterious force.

In Bhutan, a mountainous country known as the "Land of Happiness," local residents flock to tranquil valleys to gaze up at the golden pillars of light. Tibetan monks, holding scriptures, pray devoutly, regarding this spectacle as a sacred omen, while ordinary people kneel in gratitude for nature's mysterious gift.

In the Scottish Highlands, amidst the vast mountains, villagers witnessed in astonishment a silver pillar of light shooting into the sky. They interpreted this sight as a sign from mythology, as if the legendary Scottish gods were conveying a message to them, guiding them toward an unknown destiny.

In Cameroon, in the heart of the African continent, a bronze pillar of light, like a strange rainbow, stretched across the sky. Local tribal elders and shamans believed this to be a blessing from the gods, and thus held grand ceremonies, using song, dance, and sacrifices to thank the deities for their gifts.

As these three beams of light converged in the skies over Bhutan, the Scottish Highlands, and Cameroon, an unprecedentedly magnificent spectacle unfolded before the world, bathing the entire skyline in iridescent light.

Fiery lines of flame originate from each vertex of the triangle, carrying intense light and heat, winding like three giant dragons and advancing at an astonishing speed toward the other two points. These lines of flame draw a dance of light and fire in the air, their paths seemingly following some ancient and mysterious geometric laws.

These lines of flame converged in the air, bursting forth with dazzling light, like the sun in the sky. In that instant, almost everyone in the world saw these lines of flame that suddenly appeared in the sky.

In Pakistan, roadside vendors put down their goods, looked up at the sky in surprise, their mouths slightly agape, their expressions revealing disbelief.

In an Afghan village, elderly people sit in their doorways, shielding their eyes from the sun, watching intently as the flames streak across the landscape, occasionally letting out gasps of amazement.

In a Ukrainian city, young people gathered in a square, taking photos of the spectacular sight with their phones while discussing the origin and meaning of the flame lines.

In the Polish fields, farmers stopped working and looked up to look, filling the fields with exclamations and discussions.

In Paris, France, customers in cafes sat idly on the terrace, pointing and discussing amongst themselves. Some believed it was a change in the celestial phenomena, while others interpreted it as some kind of mysterious omen.

In a small German town, people gathered in the streets, staring intently at the three fiery streaks in the sky, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment. An elderly woman pointed to the sky and asked her neighbor in a trembling voice, "What is this? Is it a sign from God?" Meanwhile, a group of young people quickly pulled out their phones to film the mysterious sight, hoping to generate more attention and discussion on social media.

In Libyan cities, people gathered in squares to witness this spectacular sight, discussing its possible origins and meanings. Some believed it was an alien invasion, while others thought it was a divine intervention. They were all deeply shocked and uneasy by this sudden phenomenon.

In the Algerian market, black vendors put down their goods, looked up at the sky with puzzled and curious eyes, and herders stopped and gathered together, pointing at the lines of fire in the sky and muttering something under their breath.

At the very moment the triangle was formed—

"what--!"

Harry, who was enjoying a rare moment of leisure on the deck, suddenly screamed.

This morning, Harry woke up naturally. He rested his head on his pillow, gazing at the scenery rushing past in the blue sky outside the window, enjoying the rare lazy morning.

The ship rocked gently as it slowly approached the Panama Canal.

His friends Ron and Hermione, who were also enjoying the journey with him, each found their own way to relax—Ron played water polo in the open-air pool on the deck, while Hermione sat on a deck chair, engrossed in the magical books she had brought.

It was during this leisurely time that Harry suddenly frowned.

An indescribable sensation began to spread from the ring he was wearing; it started to heat up without warning, the heat rapidly increasing as if to scorch his flesh. Harry clenched his fist, almost feeling the blood boiling beneath his skin—a sharp, piercing sensation.

His face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead.

His lips twitched, his mouth was slightly parted, and his breathing became rapid and shallow. The pain in his eyes was obvious; the light in his eyes had been eaten away by the agony, leaving only deep fear and confusion.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to control the increasingly powerful inner force.

It felt as if a giant propeller was spinning wildly inside his body, churning his internal organs. Every cell and every bone marrow was being violently twisted and pulled by an invisible force. His heartbeat seemed to be forcibly pushed to his throat. He felt waves of dizziness sweeping over him, and each heartbeat brought a needle-like pain.

What was even more terrifying was that this force was not limited to the body; it seemed to touch the depths of his soul. Harry felt his inner self being stirred by turbulent emotions and shocks, a mixture of fear, anger, and sorrow that seemed to tear him apart.