People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 258 In front of the Magic Fairy Color Stone

In the dark corner, the brown-haired boy looked gloomy, "I don't know why you chose to meet here, Karen."

"Oh, I don't think this is something that should be made public," Karen said in a low voice, "After all, you don't want people to know that you are on the forum-"

"I don't care at all," the brown-haired boy showed his big white teeth, "Many people think I'm crazy. I'm used to being ignored and rejected."

"Then." Cedric couldn't understand. If he was not afraid of being exposed, then why would he agree to meet him?

"Do you know?" The brown-haired boy's voice began to become extremely gentle. "Several decades ago, there was also a magic fairy who was considered a lunatic and was excluded. However, he was not defeated by reality. On the contrary, he relied on his own excellence to unite a group of his own fans in the academy."

"However, greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies. He was too advanced, just like Copernicus who discovered the heliocentric theory and was suppressed and sealed by the top leaders of the academy. In the end, his power was dismantled, and the magic name with magic power was given to a mediocre person with only an excellent family."

"His history was erased and disguised! He was made into a clown that could be suppressed by a few prefects."

(Voldemort: Stop it, stop it, shut up! He is such a clown!)

Cedric: I was wondering how Voldemort could be a good guy. It turns out the current one is fake. But why does it sound like I'm a Death Eater?
"But as great as he was, he had prepared a plan for a comeback before his failure."

"As long as this school still discriminates against and isolates geniuses like me, as long as the conservatives are still in power!"

"The plan will be activated!"

"There is no doubt that I am the genius who initiated this plan and put the magic world on the right track!"

"The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. For example, we're both isolated because we're so ahead of our time."

(Little Crouch: Why does this sound like what I said? Are you trying to steal the Dark Lord's attention from me? Damn it!)

"We all very keenly discovered what was wrong with this society, took the initiative to explore, were not timid, and dared to challenge authority!"

"The similarities between me and him allowed me to unravel the disguised history and find the truth, the real plan."

“I also understand that I can’t be the only one in this great cause.”

"I should be like the Dark Lord and look for like-minded people."

"You mean," Cedric pointed at himself, "me?"

"Yes! It's you!" The brown-haired boy nodded, "I noticed the similarity between you and me right away."

"Just like the Dark Lord is similar to me, but better than me. You are not as good as me, but you are similar to me."

Cedric smiled bitterly. I am fucking you, how can we not be similar?
"So, I immediately understood why you were looking for me."

"You are here for..." The brown-haired boy lowered his voice. Just at this moment, the golden snitch approached, "The Magic Fairy Color Stone."

"Yes." Cedric nodded subconsciously as his head was filled with a lot of information. Then he was shocked. The Black Magic Fairy was actually me? I didn't prepare for the mission and the mission target was delivered to me?

Surprised, he raised his eyes slightly and noticed the golden shadow flickering in the sun. "Who is it? Krum?"

The Golden Snitch quickly hid in the cotton candy-like cloud.

"We've been discovered?" The brown-haired boy bit his thumb nail. "There's nothing we can do, Karen. We have to leave now."

"What? All right."

Cedric wanted to refuse, but in order to save himself who had gone astray, and because Krum and the others should have discovered that he was the Dark Fairy, and he might be able to help Harry and the others complete their mission, he did not refuse.

Not far away, Krum opened his eyes.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

Harry: "Good news."

Furong: "Bad news."

Krum took a deep breath, "The good news is that it is now completely confirmed that Edward Cullen is the Dark Fairy."

"And the bad news is he discovered my surveillance and recognized me."

"It's too late!" Harry pointed to the edge of the fog.

At the edge, Cedric pulled open his sleeve, revealing the mark on his arm, and entered the mist under the coercion of Edward Cullen.

What’s even more infuriating is that Karen gave them a provocative look.

"I've been through Care of Magical Creatures after class," Furong frowned. "The fog in the Misty Forest is a chaotic place that blurs distance, speed, and speed. Every person who enters will see a different scene in the fog."

"The reason for this is that the identities of the people who enter are different. The fog will automatically identify them and open the space channel to the corresponding area."

“We can’t enter the same space as them unless someone of the same identity leads the way.”

"Cedric is a Hufflepuff student. Combined with the possible other identities represented by the mark on his hand, Cullen might be targeting him because of that identity. If we can't figure out the identity of Cedric recognized by Misty Forest, I'm afraid we can only wait here and wait for them to come out."

"We may know Cedric's identity. Let us out." The Prewett brothers said to Krum.

"Ok."

Krum replied in his mind.

The next second, Krum's temperament changed drastically, and a cynical, relaxed feeling swept over his body.

"Hello, I'm Fabian Prewett."

"I know what that mark is, and I know how to summon it."

"It's the Dark Mark. The symbol of Voldemort."

("How did the Prewett brothers know how to summon it?" Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled.)
(Every time the mysterious man and his followers kill someone, they display the Dark Mark in the air.)
(This is an excellent way to intimidate. No one can guarantee that their home can escape the fate of being marked. When you come home after a hard day's work and find the Dark Mark hovering over your house, it means that your family members, pets, and even pests left at home will not be spared.)
(This is everyone's biggest fear.)
(It can only be created by Death Eaters with the Dark Mark on their hands.)
(Dumbledore touched his nose, "I was going to take this secret to my grave.")
("Since they both cracked the Dark Mark.")
("Their favorite thing is to deliberately display the Dark Mark in the air to make the Death Eaters think that a massacre has taken place.")
(“This is because, at that time, it had already formed a sinful industrial chain.”)
("The Death Eaters kill people, and then the vultures that follow the smell of the corpse are responsible for counting and reselling the dead person's property to serve the Death Eaters.")
(Professor McGonagall's face darkens.)
(After these vultures swept through the house, not even a corpse was left. Because in their eyes, the corpses of wizards are also good materials for making black magic props.)
("Through this, they tricked and killed a large number of vultures." Dumbledore's eyes flickered with recollection, "gradually curbing this kind of war profiteering. The surviving victims could at least see the bodies of their families.")
("But people who often walk by the river are more likely to get their shoes wet. When they went fishing to create the Dark Mark again, they no longer caught those vultures, but real Death Eaters. And then..." Dumbledore hesitated.)
("And then they were besieged and died in battle? Really..." Professor McGonagall's face turned blue with anger, "absurd!")
Fabian had no idea that his glorious deeds were being ridiculed by his old colleagues in the Order of the Phoenix.

Since this body was the Magic Immortal Device itself, he extended his index finger, and as the Dark Mark appeared above their heads, a gloomy tunnel appeared in front of them.

The pale blue wall lamp, the spider web, the mottled light and shadow, and the endless depth combined into everything in front of them. "It can't be wrong, it's here." Harry half squatted down, and two fresh footprints in the thick dust proved that they were in the right place.

Three minutes ago.

"It turns out that the correct time is not necessary, as long as the corresponding identity is present."

The brown-haired boy looked like he was about to cry. "I want to thank them. They helped me make up my mind. Otherwise, the Dark Lord would have to waste some time."

He sniffed the dust on the ground, as if he smelled the fresh aroma of wine.

Cedric's heart sank as he watched the other self like this.

There is no doubt that he is the most devout Death Eater, a mad dark wizard, or he has become so depraved through self-PUA.

Isolation and cold violence made him what he is today.

Even now he still couldn't imagine himself becoming like this.

Fortunately, he noticed Harry and the others noticed them before entering, and he even signaled them to follow with his eyes.

Warriors like Harry who have been following the mission closely must have discovered a lot of secrets about the mission.

It shouldn't be a problem to come in here.

Cedric consoled himself, thinking so as he followed 'himself' around a bend in the tunnel.

The next second, an empty hall appeared before their eyes.

Many stone pillars carved with coiled and entangled snakes stood tall to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above.

On the metal platform in the center of the hall, a glowing gem was inlaid on the metal branches standing on it.

The brown-haired boy in front unconsciously quickened his pace. As he got closer, the light of the gem began to distort, and a face without eyebrows, made of rays of light and as if cast with colorful wax, appeared in the center of the gem.

After the snake eyes flashing red appeared, a cold and stern voice echoed throughout the hall.

"What time is it now? How long have I slept?"

The brown-haired boy excitedly took a step forward and knelt on one knee. "It has been almost 50 years since your unfortunate death."

"50 years? 50 years!" The voice began to get angry. "How many 50 years are there in a lifetime?"

"Albus Dumbledore, you underestimated me. You thought I would be defeated by time and forgotten by everyone."

"But you forgot that I have gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else!"

“Even though I have been stripped of my body, I am worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit… but I am still alive.”

“I don’t know what I am now, but I have achieved my goal - conquering death.”

"Imprisonment, sealing, so what? At least one or two of my magics worked in those experiments because I didn't die!"

"I'm not dead! So what if I'm sealed for another hundred years!"

"By then you will be just a pile of bones in a grave, but I will still be immortal!"

(Voldemort: Don’t say that. Even a fairy can be immortal. How come you don’t know this yet, you idiot? Diggory, wake him up!)
"Perhaps. He is dead?" The voice paused, "Kid, is Albus Dumbledore still alive?"

The brown-haired boy's face darkened, "He's still alive."

"He's still alive. It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive." The voice became low, and then became high-pitched. "This is even better! This way I can kill him with my own hands and take back everything that belongs to me!"

"Decades ago, Dumbledore, you turned into a student in order to humiliate me and suppressed me and my family."

(Dumbledore: You should be more careful. Why don't you use your imagination? A few students can suppress you.)
Voldemort didn't think at all that the people suppressing them were actually students.

He is the demon fairy who has gone the furthest on the road to immortality. No one in history can compare to him.

The only one who could suppress them was Albus Dumbledore.

He really disliked him when he was in the orphanage.

After he traced his ancestry back to his roots, learned various dark magics from the magic paintings left by the Slytherin family, and inherited many powerful dark magic props, they became deeply wary of him.

When he was purifying his bloodline and killing his fellow dustmen - his father's family, Dumbledore attacked him from the bottom of his heart and destroyed his physical body.

Fortunately, he survived and finally returned to the Magic Fairy Castle.

Just as he was gathering his troops and preparing for revenge, several 'prefects' came forward to suppress them.

If the Riddle of this world knew what Voldemort was thinking, he would be devastated. I am not dead, I am just in solitary confinement. Who are you? You caused all my men to go to jail, and once the solitary confinement was over, I was given the shameful name of Voldemort.

But Voldemort did not know about Riddle's existence. He thought he was the real body and that someone had secretly attacked and destroyed his physical body.

During the years of being sealed, he used his amazing wisdom to deduce the mastermind behind the scenes - Albus Dumbledore.

Now, he is even more prepared to take the life of the little fairy who came to awaken him and resurrect him.

"Who is your father?"

Voldemort's voice became gentle. Before killing the little fairy, he planned to reminisce about the past so that he could reward him according to his merits after his death.

"Amos Diggory." The brown-haired boy became a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, my father was not one of your followers. He died very early. In fact, I have tried to find the descendants of your followers, but they are all..."

(Amos Diggory: "Is that why, because I died young, Ced became like this?")
“No, that’s good.” Voldemort was delighted. Since they were not the descendants of acquaintances, I could just do it right! Haha, come on!

"Child, you are even more precious because of this. Come closer so I can see your face clearly."

There was suppressed joy in Voldemort's voice. Come here quickly. I have already thought of a reward for you. A luxurious coffin and a name that will go down in history!

(End of this chapter)