Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 454 Rice: Ifamoni possesses my "relic"? Really?

"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light appeared, and the rat that had been scurrying around the corner was instantly killed.

Voldemort, his face cold, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He has now regained some of his strength, so he is no longer as helpless as he was when he first obtained the wand, where he could only unleash a killing spell and then be unable to fight back.

This is very good news for him.

Voldemort himself estimated that he could regain his full strength in just three years. But this expectation did not satisfy him, because even at his peak, he was no match for that mysterious powerful figure.

This was completely unacceptable to Voldemort.

Having Dumbledore on our heads is troublesome enough, but now we have to add the North Star of the Secret Order, and also a wizard who appeared out of nowhere...

Voldemort's thirst for power returned.

He not only wants to regain all his power, but also to reach even greater heights! He wants to kill Dumbledore, Polaris, and the Mystic, then bring them into his domain and make them his servants!

He would bestow upon them the greatest favors, making them his most loyal servants; with their abilities, they were worthy of it.

Rhys's assessment of Voldemort was correct; he was indeed an extremely selfish man. In his grand vision, the wizarding world was shaped like a pyramid, with the one and only Lord Voldemort at the top, followed by his most loyal Death Eaters, and then the wizards who followed him. Those who weren't so obedient, but only submitted to him out of fear of force, were located in the middle of the pyramid, while Muggles and magical creatures were at the base. Those who were disobedient and disobedient didn't even have the right to be enslaved.

However, the pyramid's structure has undergone a slight change; the Death Eaters at the top have been replaced by undead who have joined his domain. Those Death Eaters unwilling to embrace death and become his eternal servants are not worthy of being his closest servants.

It's not surprising that Voldemort had such thoughts, because he had truly suffered betrayal. After he lost power, many Death Eaters chose to betray him, which he still resented.

If Voldemort twenty years ago still had a sliver of trust in the Death Eaters, now he trusts only himself. Perhaps we could also add those adorable snakes to that list.

However, these thoughts are just wishful thinking, no different from a virgin's wet dream before going to sleep at night.

He hasn't even recovered his ability to cast spells without a staff yet!

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but sigh. He silently got up and went to the corner to retrieve the dead rat.

After a quick preparation, Voldemort began to enjoy his meal.

Just then, the door to the dilapidated house creaked open.

Voldemort stopped what he was doing and grasped the wand that was on the table.

To his surprise, a standard Ministry of Magic doll walked in.

"The Ministry of Magic? How did they find this place?" Alarm bells rang in Voldemort's mind.

In this state, if he were surrounded by people from the Ministry of Magic, he would truly die on the spot.

"Do not panic, my friend, I am the North Star of the Secret Order." Just as the battle was about to break out, the puppet spoke, extinguishing the conflict.

Even though the other party mentioned the name Polaris, Voldemort didn't relax his guard in the slightest. To him, the Ministry of Magic and the Secret Order weren't that different, except that the latter was slightly better than the former.

"What do you want from me?" Voldemort said coldly.

Although his strength had decreased by 99%, his aura was still very strong.

However, this level of bluffing did not fool Polaris, but he did not expose his suspicious ally.

"Our collaboration isn't over yet, is it? Although we encountered a small setback in the finals, fortunately, it was just the Quidditch finals, not between us and Hogwarts."

Voldemort's expression remained stern, but he seemed much more relaxed.

Judging from Polaris's words, he and the Secret Order can continue their in-depth cooperation for some time to come.

Voldemort was somewhat worried that after losing his power, the Secret Order would forcibly reclaim the divine remains from his body. Having spent so much time with the Secret Order, he understood what a successfully fused divine remains meant to them.

This means that powerful beings can be mass-produced.

The remains of gods, stripped of their malevolence, are much easier to fuse together, and secret sects regard such divine remains as treasures.

"You look like you need some help."

"Lord Voldemort needs no help." Voldemort retorted firmly at the first moment, refusing to admit that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

"The doll's eyes may be decorative, but mine are not." The doll controlled by Polaris hissed. "The power of your domain is rampant within you. The Secret Order can help you remove these remaining forces. It would take you at least three years on your own, and I can't wait that long."

Voldemort fell silent. He understood that if he refused Polaris again, the Secret Order's goal would truly become to retrieve the divine remains from him and then have the members of the Order merge with them.

Seeing that Voldemort was no longer going to say anything, Polaris, who was hiding behind the doll, also showed a satisfied smile.

He didn't want to forcibly change the recipient of the divine remains, since Voldemort was the one who could best unleash the power of the divine remains, and there was no more suitable candidate in the organization at the moment.

"I will have the monks in the guild come here to find you. I don't want them to make a wasted trip, nor do I want to see their condition change, because I have other plans for them."

After saying this, the doll stood frozen in place, no longer moving.

Voldemort looked at the pile of trash Polaris had left in his room, a look of extreme disgust flashing in his eyes, but he didn't know what to do with it.

……

After a day of revelry, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in a listless atmosphere.

That's normal. Even energetic young people would feel tired after yesterday's intense celebration, but Rice wasn't one of them.

For a teenager whose physical age is only a little over ten, his lifestyle is far too healthy.

He had a good night's sleep yesterday, and when he woke up this morning, he felt like he was several pounds lighter.

Upon arriving at the lounge, Rice found Daphne yawning as she walked out of her dormitory, her long silver hair disheveled, clearly having just woken up.

Upon seeing Rice, Daphne was taken aback at first, then immediately waved happily at him and greeted him.

"Good morning, wanna grab some breakfast? I haven't been eating very well for the past month," Rice replied to Daphne's greeting and extended an invitation to breakfast.

"Of course!" Daphne agreed without hesitation.

On her way to the auditorium, she belatedly remembered something.

"Rice, I met an Ilfamoni player during the tournament. He said that Ilfamoni used a Salazar Slytherin relic in preparation for this tournament!"

Rice: Hmm?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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