Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

As they swam toward the stands, the cheers from the stands suddenly began to subside, leaving Krum and Fleur with puzzled expressions.

"What's wrong? Why are they looking at us with such surprise?"

Swim fast! Don't stop, don't look back!

"Underwater! There's something underwater!"

...

Amidst the shouts from the stands, a dark shadow in the lake below Krum and his companions grew larger and larger, and then…

"Wow~"

A giant octopus leg burst through the water, and then…

Ye Feng: [?_??]

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that? Have I gotten even more handsome?"

Chapter 289 Voldemort's Ambition

"Am I handsome again?"

Ye Feng's words stunned everyone in the stands, because they hadn't expected that his first words after making such a frightening statement would be this.

However, when they saw the enormous octopus tentacles, their astonishment quickly turned into joy and even jubilation. The reason was simple: they hadn't had takoyaki or grilled squid in a long time.

As night slowly fell, the aroma wafted from the barbecue grills along the Black Lake, and the frustration of Furong and her friends' defeat that day vanished completely, because the smell of this 'squid' was absolutely amazing!

Even the relatively ladylike Furong ended up with a round belly, while Ye Feng and his friends were enjoying barbecue, various delicious juices, drinks, and wines. Meanwhile, a completely different scene was unfolding on the other side.

In a dimly lit cemetery, a 'child' with no nose and frighteningly pale skin looked out at the night sky and suddenly felt a little lonely for some reason.

"It seems much quieter all of a sudden. I wonder if those good-for-nothings will succeed."

"Unfortunately, that mysterious book only contains cultivation methods, but no matching spells." Voldemort murmured, his face full of disappointment.

At first, he was a little unconvinced. He thought that the author of this book might have great ideas, but his magical skills might not be as good as his own.

However, after he began to ponder and practice, he realized that he was wrong, and very wrong indeed.

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Voldemort had to acknowledge that he and the author of this book were simply not on the same level, not from the same world.

At first glance, the book seemed very profound, and he couldn't understand many of the things. But after studying it in depth, he discovered that it wasn't that the content of the book was too profound for him to understand, but rather that the original text of the book... was not in English.

Yes, after careful study, he discovered some clues.

Although the translator of this book has worked very hard, there are still some shortcomings. However, this is not because the translator is not good enough, but because the language systems of Ye Feng and his counterpart are different, so some omissions occurred after the conversion.

This is determined by the language families of both sides; you can't erase this difference just by mastering it.

After discovering this, Voldemort began to ponder which language and literature system it originally belonged to, and surprisingly, he eventually found it.

Although Voldemort's main area of ​​activity was Britain, as the Dark Lord of the entire wizarding world, he still had some knowledge, so after comparing various sources, he eventually discovered that this mysterious cultivation manual should have been translated from Chinese.

In the end, he spent nearly a month translating the English version back into Chinese, and then spent half a month carefully comparing and studying it word by word, finally producing what he believed to be the original cultivation manual.

Voldemort did this for a simple reason: he found that although the English version also allowed for cultivation, the meaning was ultimately lacking, so the cultivation process was always somewhat unsatisfying.

After discovering that it was translated from Chinese, and actually translating a section and practicing according to the Chinese version, he found that it was much smoother than before.

That's why Voldemort went to such great lengths to translate the entire book.

It was this translation that made Voldemort realize that perhaps this cultivation manual... was incomplete.

It's not that the methods for cultivating magical power are incomplete.

Even the English version of this book is flawless to Voldemort. It can be said that this cultivation manual is completely perfect for Voldemort and cannot tolerate any changes.

However, after practicing, he always felt that something was missing.

At first, he didn't understand what was missing, but when his strength was fully restored or even improved, he knew what was missing.

He possessed magic, but he couldn't fully unleash its power, because even the most terrifying Avada Kedavra he wielded couldn't fully unleash the true power of his magic.

He can now cast Avada Kedavra continuously, but even if he casts Avada Kedavra continuously or even two or three spells at the same time, he still doesn't feel any pressure.

In other words, the magic and spells he currently possesses are far from his limit, and this is even after he has only been practicing that magic cultivation method for a short time.

Therefore, Voldemort concluded that this book was definitely incomplete, and there must be another magic encyclopedia that could match it and allow those who had studied the magic book to fully unleash their power.

Voldemort was both excited and regretful upon realizing this.

He was excited because his guess might be true, but regretful because he had never heard of such a book, and although Sirius had obtained the cultivation method earlier than him, he had never used any magic that matched his guess.

"Perhaps, to find out all this, I need to go to Hogwarts myself, or perhaps I should capture Ye Feng, who is very likely to be the first to obtain the book."

"If I could obtain the missing tome, perhaps I could... rule the entire world!"

"Haqiu!"

While Voldemort was preoccupied with someone, Ye Feng sneezed violently.

"Ron, could you be a little gentler when you're sprinkling cumin powder? It's blowing right over my side."

Ron: (；￣д￣)

Ron, who was happily sprinkling cumin powder on a chicken leg that was almost roasted, couldn't help but sweat when he heard Ye Feng's words. He then quickly turned around and apologized to Ye Feng.

“Okay, I got it.” As he spoke, Ron slightly turned to block the wind blowing from the lake, and slowed down his cumin powdering motion, becoming much gentler.

Seeing Ron's actions, Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction. Then he rummaged through his storage space, trying to find something good to roast, and then…

Ye Feng: ヾ(?▽｀;)ゝ

Looking at the small cloth bag in his hand, which exuded a faint black aura and a familiar scent, Ye Feng felt a few beads of cold sweat slide down his forehead. He then cautiously glanced around and, finding no one watching him, lowered the bag and carefully poked it with his finger.

"Hey, Lao Fu, are you dead yet? If you're not dead, Hua, give me a shout?"

Ye Feng's movements were very discreet; neither Zhang Qiu and Luna, who were sitting next to him, nor Hermione, who was sitting a little further away and focused on grilling a few skewers of squid, noticed him.

Of course, although Ye Feng's voice was very soft, the people gathered around still heard it, so they all froze instantly.

"Gulu~"

"Ye... Ye Feng, you didn't... catch another... Voldemort, did you?" Harry asked cautiously, glancing nervously at his surroundings.

Upon hearing Harry's words, Ye Feng immediately denied it in a low voice: "No, there aren't that many Voldemors in this world for me to catch..."

"Phew, then..."

"This is what I caught."

"Click~"

The sound of everyone being petrified rang out.

"You caught it by fishing?" Ye Feng's words left Hermione and the others, including Harry who hadn't even finished catching his breath, completely petrified.

Chapter 290 Ye Feng: Giving you a chance won't help.

"You caught it?"

Ye Feng's words left Hermione and the others completely petrified.

They knew Ye Feng liked fishing and often went to Black Lake to fish, but that was nothing unusual, since Headmaster Dumbledore also went there frequently, though they would sometimes come back empty-handed or catch some strange things.

However, while these things were outrageous, they were still within their acceptable range. But Voldemort... could this thing really be caught by fishing?

While they were deeply doubting whether Ye Feng was fooling them, the bag that Ye Feng had carefully poked on the ground began to struggle violently.

"Bastard! Let me out! Let me out!"

"Who are you? How dare you imprison the great Voldemort in this dark place for so long! I will kill you, kill you!!!"

Anger, frustration, and a hint of madness emanated from the bag, and the moment that familiar voice came out, Harry and the others knew it was Voldemort.

This wasn't the first time they'd seen Voldemort; in fact, they'd killed countless of him. Ye Feng had even caught him several times with a net, so they were quite familiar with Voldemort's voice.

Therefore, when they heard Voldemort's voice actually coming from the bag, they couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.

Although this wasn't the first time Ye Feng had captured Voldemort, who struck fear into the hearts of the wizarding world, like a butterfly, they still couldn't help but feel absurd when they learned that Ye Feng had actually caught Voldemort.

However, they were people who had experienced many trials and tribulations, so they quickly recovered and resumed their normal lives. Ye Feng, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Voldemort was still alive.

"Luckily I didn't die, otherwise I would have suffered a huge loss."

"However, what should we do? Should we study it first? Or should we just revive him and use him as the third test subject?"

In the experiment of the cultivation technique, Sirius Black was number one, Voldemort in this world was number two, so this one can only be counted as number three.

Ye Feng and Harry both thought this was perfectly reasonable, but Voldemort in the bag fell silent instantly upon hearing these words, because they were simply too terrifying.

If he had heard this before, he would never have been afraid. Instead, he would have scoffed and thought about how to torture the other person to death.

However, after being fished out, he was locked in a small, dark bag for an unknown period of time. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would probably have collapsed and died by now.

During this time, he tried all sorts of methods to escape this terrifying place, but unfortunately, all of them failed, or rather, none of them worked at all.

Being locked in a dark, cramped place with no hope of escape and no response whatsoever had long pushed Voldemort's mind to the brink of collapse.

Therefore, when he discovered the commotion outside, he instantly became extremely excited, but Ye Feng's words plunged him into an ice cave, and the little bit of hope that had just ignited in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

"Damn it, if I hadn't suffered such severe damage to my strength, how could this tiny bag have possibly trapped me? And who in this world would dare to say they want to use me for research!"

"Don't give me a chance to escape, and don't let me find out who you are, or you'll know... what it means to be the Dark Lord!"

As Voldemort's thoughts churned, Ye Feng casually put the small cloth bag back into his storage space. He had already figured out how to deal with Voldemort.

He decided... to let him go.

Of course, he would definitely study him carefully before releasing him, and then revive him and give him cultivation techniques or something.

But that's a bit later. Right now, we need to finish tonight's barbecue first, because the giant squid tentacles are especially delicious and chewy thanks to the nourishment from the medicinal herbs.

Ye Feng didn't know what those delicacies in novels or anime tasted like, but he knew that the grilled squid he was having tonight was the best food he had ever eaten.

Even if you just eat sashimi without any seasoning, it's still incredibly delicious, enough to make Ye Feng want to keep eating even after he's full.

In Ye Feng's opinion, judging whether something is delicious or not doesn't require what happens after you finish eating it. If something makes you want to eat more even after you're full, without any inedible ingredients, then it is an absolute delicacy.

If even Ye Feng acknowledges its deliciousness, then very few people can resist it. So soon, many students who were so full that they collapsed on the ground, unable to get up, appeared by the Black Lake.

Anyone who has ever overeaten knows that when you're stuffed, you really can't get up, it's not a joke.