Malfoy Rise at Hogwarts

Chapter 391: Demons Gathering
Underground secret room.

The underground secret room was no different from the previous ones. It was pitch black without a trace of light, and there was nothing inside except the four walls.

The old man was still sitting in the center of the secret room, tightly bound by eight snake-shaped chains of different colors. These were the snake chains that were the embodiment of the ultimate secret of the "Eight Snakes Sealing Technique" that Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, performed at the cost of his life.

The difference is that compared with the lifeless silence in the past, the magical fluctuations on the old man's body are now surging with a hidden undercurrent that makes people's hair stand on end.

The eight snake chains began to look dull, and the once ferocious snake heads lost their former ferocity and looked listless.

Four men in black robes knelt quietly on the floor in front of him, their bodies straight, but without saying a word.

"Master, everyone has been brought here as you ordered." Jafar, who usually looks ferocious, bowed his head and spoke respectfully with a gentle face, without any trace of evil on his body.

"Very good," the old man opened his eyes, revealing scarlet snake pupils. Although he didn't even open his mouth, his deep and powerful voice rang directly in the room, obviously some kind of extremely advanced mental magic.

As the old man spoke, the eight snake chains began to become impatient, constantly wriggling on the old man's body, trying to tighten the binding on him, but the old man's face remained calm without any change, and he was obviously indifferent to the changes of the snake chains.

"Now that everyone is here, I won't waste time and let's get straight to the point - I'm Helbo. Some of you may not have heard of my name. I'm the wizard ancestor of the snake tongue lineage. People call me Despicable Helbo." said the old man.

Voldemort was slightly moved. Ever since he knew Morgan le Fay's true identity, he had known that there were still a few immortals in this world who had avoided death by special means and survived to this day. He had not expected that someone had actually done this in the ancient centuries, which was more than 500 years earlier than Morgan le Fay's Middle Ages!
Morgan le Fay seemed to have guessed the old man's identity long ago and did not show any surprise.

"I summoned you here today to discuss our next plan, um..." Hailbo said, "but before that, we must be frank with each other so that we can establish a foundation of cooperation based on mutual trust. I need to know - what is your ultimate pursuit in cooperating with us to subvert the magic world?"

"You go first, my Lord Dark Lord," Morgan said sweetly with a girlish smile.

"I first want to take control of the Ministry of Magic, starting from Great Britain, and then slowly extending it to other European countries. After gaining power, I will cleanse those muggles who steal magical powers, abolish those meaningless laws and managements, and allow the ancient and noble bloodline to rule the world again." Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"Pure blood supremacy..." Hailbo whispered, then sneered slightly: "You think so because you feel that you are different. You found that you have ancient blood flowing in your body, right?"

Voldemort snorted coldly, "The blood flowing in my body is from Slytherin." His tone was full of pride.

The eight snake chains that bound Helbo seemed to be stimulated by something. They all raised their heads at the same time, and kept hissing their tongues. Helbo sneered and said in a cold voice: "It's ridiculous. Do you know that the seal that binds me now comes from your ancestor, Salazar Slytherin?"

"What?" Voldemort couldn't help but ask, "Is the ancestor still alive?"

"Strictly speaking, he has long lost his true life. What remains here is just a trace of his split soul. You know the magic of splitting the soul, right?" Hailbo said.

Voldemort nodded. He had already made six Horcruxes and was very familiar with the rituals, techniques and processes of splitting souls. If Slytherin only had a trace of soul left, he could not be considered alive. At best, he still had a trace of will to maintain the power of the seal.

"In fact, in the final analysis, what you want is just to prove your own extraordinaryness—" Hailbo said: "My intelligence tells me that when you deal with those ancient blood wizards who oppose you, your methods are not necessarily very merciful. The so-called pure-blood supremacy is just superficial. What you really want is nothing more than to make everyone in the world fear you and remember your name."

Morgan le Fay had said something similar back at Little Hangleton Cemetery, so Voldemort was not surprised.

“This is not a conflict,” Voldemort explained in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a strange light. He showed rare patience and said, “If I can eventually rebuild a magical world ruled by an ancient bloodline, the blood power of wizards can be purified and sublimated, and those long-lost, powerful, and earth-shaking ancient magics can be reappeared in the world, recreating the glory of wizards in ancient times—”

“The wizarding world is once again in a prosperous era. As a result, the world will remember my name—” Voldemort said coldly, “as a great man in the wizarding world, the great Lord Voldemort.”

Haierbo had a calm face and could not deny it. He turned to Morgan and asked, "So, Ms. Le Fay, is ruling the world also what you want?"

Morgan shook his head gently and whispered, "Back then, I was bewildered and fell for King Arthur's trick, which led to the decline of the Avalon School. In the end, we couldn't even keep our base, Avalon Island... I feel sorry for my teacher, and I feel sorry for my brothers and sisters who followed me..."

"I want to take back what I lost—" She raised her head, her eyes shone with determination, and she said in a deep voice: "I want to rebuild the Avalon School, I want to restore the glory of the Avalon School, I want revenge, and I want to wipe out Arthur's bloodline and descendants, leaving no one alive!"

"Hehe," Haierbo raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, and his originally red snake pupils slowly turned darker, "You all have good ideas, but in my opinion, they are all unrealistic fantasies."

Neither Voldemort nor Morgan were kind men, and they were both decisive and bloody characters in their respective forces. Being mocked by Helmer, their faces turned cold immediately, and they exuded a dangerous aura involuntarily.

Jafar and Barbarossa were both controlled by Herbo, they had no choice but to obey Herbo's orders unconditionally. At this moment, they both snorted coldly at the same time, exuding violent magic power, vaguely competing with Fumo and the other two.