Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 816 Voldemort's Speculation
"Another you?"

Isn't this double the joy!

Bella, who was getting wet in seconds, asked quickly.

As for the so-called threat, she did not take it seriously because she believed that her master was electricity, light, and the only myth.

Maybe it's just like what the master said before, Dumbledore is the only person he is afraid of.

The master obviously valued the lives of his servants, so he decided to spare Dumbledore.

“Why use a question mark?”

Voldemort frowned (no eyebrows),

But soon,
He sensed the mist somewhere in Bella.
"Love is not a good thing, even for me. You are confused by it.

I have said before that Dumbledore used my body and my remaining soul to create a younger me where I failed, and brainwashed him into believing that wizards should protect Muggles.

Even gave him the position I had always wanted.”

the other side.

"Haha, Voldemort is jealous!

It seems that he really wants to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Kate laughed as she watched Voldemort on TV.

Voldemort barely concealed his emotions in front of his servants.

So Kate easily smelled the sourness in Voldemort's words.

Just like when the older twin brother finds out that his younger brother is more favored by his father.

Doubt, reluctance, jealousy and a little envy.

"Master, then how should we treat the other you?

We would not dare to offend you.

Even if it was a brainwashed, young you." Old Mulciber asked nervously.

In his eyes, Dumbledore was already a difficult problem.

And their enemy is the entire magical world.

If you add a young Voldemort to the mix, then...
To be honest, he had already started thinking about how to fake his death and get away.

Voldemort sneered, "Him? A little brat of seventeen or eighteen!
Even if you are not his opponent, you can still survive under his hands."

"What threat are you talking about?" old Mulciber continued.

"Did Dumbledore do something?" Little Mulciber asked immediately after his father's words.

"Is that Harry Potter?" Travers raised his head.

“No, what threatens me is fate!” Voldemort stood up, and the dark, desperate, and death-filled magic spread along with his restlessness at the moment.

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
The bonfire died out and the room suddenly became dark.

The air is dead. All the air within a four-foot radius is gone.

The light died out and the vague outlines that could still be seen in the darkness suddenly disappeared.

The Death Eaters were the only living creatures, relying on the hot Dark Marks on their hands.

Voldemort's shadow was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand.

The dead zone disappeared.

The air reappeared.

A faint blue flame appeared at the campfire, bringing light.

The sound of wheezing breathing was endless.

After the Death Eaters recovered their breath.

They all cast admiring glances at the shadow of Voldemort in front of them.

"Your skill!"

Old Mulciber, the oldest and most skilled magician who could best see what Voldemort had just done, exclaimed.

He immediately realized that this had surpassed the level of modern wizards.

This is a level that only wizards in historical books and some stories that are regarded as fallacies by most wizards can achieve.

Even Dumbledore couldn't reach that level!

Voldemort was not pleased.

He just waved his hand lazily, “My current level is only temporary.

Relying on my current unique form.

If I were to be resurrected, I would only be slightly better than my peak.”

"Then you don't have to resurrect yet! Defeat Dumbledore and the others first -" Old Mulciber was so anxious that he ran out of breath in the middle of his words.

The rotten boat in his eyes suddenly turned into a luxury yacht.

He couldn't help but be anxious.

"If I could wake up a few days earlier, I could do what you said. But it's too late now!" Voldemort flew in the air with an angry trajectory, "Now I can feel myself getting weaker every minute and every second. But at the same time, my body is becoming clearer.

This is a law that is irreversible, just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

When the sun rises tomorrow, I will be resurrected and return to my mortal body."

"Is this related to the threat you mentioned?" As the only person who had had close contact with Voldemort, Bella guessed the answer based on the foreword and his body language.

"Yes, it's a threat."

Voldemort was lost in his memories, and for the first time, an uncontrollable fear appeared on his blurred face.

"That's my natural enemy! My natural enemy in my current state!

I should have woken up earlier.

You can maintain this god-like attitude without having to degrade yourself to being a mortal!

Some time ago, I felt the one who was hunting, preying on life forms that were in a similar state to me.

A few days ago, it even descended directly into the North Sea.

In order to avoid being noticed, I returned my mind, which was about to regain clarity, to chaos again.

As a result, I didn’t wake up until now.”

"That one's at Hogwarts, too?" asked old Mulciber tremblingly.

He has now begun to think about killing a Death Eater as a token of his allegiance when Voldemort is no longer around.

"I can sense that. It's in Hogwarts."

"It?" Bella repeated.

"Yes, it. That should not be a specific life.

In fact, I have already guessed what it is." Voldemort paused, "Do not disturb the sleeping dragon! It is the [Dragon] in Hogwarts.

[Dragons] do exist. I have found records of them in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

It is the last barrier of Hogwarts.

Perhaps in the days of the Big Four, there were many wizards in my current form.

They, no, they may be the wizards who were called gods in history.

That makes sense!

Wizarding schools were not created to protect against Muggles.

But these gods.

According to the records in the Chamber of Secrets, the formation of the Dragon is related to the establishment of the school and the gathering of wizards.

It should be a god-killing weapon made by the four giants through magic rituals.

With its birth, the wizards of the gods withdrew from history.

Some choose to temporarily close themselves off and fall into a long sleep.

Waiting for the future.

Or like me, have to descend to heaven as a human.

This is also why I and the wizards in modern history have not discovered them before.

I only discovered their existence when I was being eaten by life forms in a similar state as mine."

"How was the Dragon activated? Was it Dumbledore? It is only aimed at God, right?" Old Mulciber wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"My instinct tells me that this has nothing to do with Dumbledore.

It appeared just for God.

My resurrection ritual allowed me to possess a [Divine Body] by coincidence.

Because the consciousness is not clear.

So he was not targeted by the Dragon.

But those gods who chose to remain closed and wait for the future chose to revive because they sensed the presence of their own kind.

They may have thought the threat was gone.

However, no.

[Dragon] sensed God's revival and awakened himself.

Started hunting.

Finally, as my consciousness gradually became clearer, I arrived at Beihai.

You all know what happened next.

I escaped being eaten by returning my mind to Chaos, but I also lost my [Divine Body].

I have to move back to the company to work. I was busy moving my computer yesterday and had a dinner party.

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