The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 214 Prophecy
Ministry of Magic invaded?
In such a narrow social circle of the British wizarding world, it is impossible to keep any news absolutely blocked.

In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Fudge, who is currently the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, notified a series of newspapers, including the "Daily Prophet", to issue a statement on the matter.

"This is just a small-scale invasion by a single mad wizard. No casualties have been caused. Everything is still under control. I hope that the people of the British wizarding community will remain calm, stay safe, and refrain from spreading rumors."

Faced with such a general and broad answer, the reporters from various newspapers and magazines naturally would not stop there, and bombarded Minister Fudge with a barrage of questions. The Dark Lord of the entire European wizarding world.

At the beginning, Minister Fudge gave full play to his bureaucratic style of the British Empire. He talked about him from left to right, and said something like "My British Ministry of Magic has its own national conditions".

Later, he was annoyed by the questioning, Minister Fudge directly reprimanded many reporters, and told them bluntly that the mysterious man had absolutely nothing to do with the Dark Lord, and that the Dark Lord was already dead, so he walked away angrily.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the You-Know-Who behaved differently from the Dark Lord, that he just knocked down all the Aurors with some innocuous prank spells, and didn't torture or even kill them all with the Unforgivable Curse.

The reason for the panic is only because the dark lord's shadow is too deep, causing the scum to rise, and the talk of the dark lord's return is raging in the dust.

"London will be in chaos, the mysterious war is about to break out, and the coming mountain rain has awakened the savior who has been sleeping for more than ten years, Harry Potter~"

Li Ang was sitting on the rocking chair in the shop at No. 93, Diagon Alley, playing with some good things he had just found from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

For example, the prophecy ball, which symbolizes the pinnacle of witchcraft.

Li Ang pressed his finger on the prophecy ball, and he could faintly hear a vague murmur from the crystal ball.

The whisper comes from a wizard prophet, and it tells about the entanglement between the Dark Lord and the savior, and the person who defeats the Dark Lord will be born in Barabara at the end of July.

"Hehe, feudal superstition kills people."

Li Ang looked at the prophecy ball, and he could clearly perceive the etheric fluctuations contained in this crystal ball, entangled with the complicated and chaotic cause and effect.

As time went by, that god's sense of oppression became stronger, and the entangled cause and effect in the predicted crystal ball became more complicated and profound.

"No matter what the plan of the foreign god is, at present, it must be related to the prophecy of the savior and the black devil."

Li Ang muttered to himself, flipping through the information he had found about the Dark Lord in recent days.

The so-called Dark Lord, formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, was born in an orphanage and later studied in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At the beginning, Tom showed his attitude as a good boy with good character and learning. However, as time went by, he believed in the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy and advocated that wizards should be born to rule Muggles. In order to make himself more deterrent, he even ordered Abandoning Tom's rotten street name, he gave himself a nickname: Voldemort.

When the time was right, the Dark Lord gathered some wizards who agreed with his concept of pure blood supremacy, and established an organization called "Death Eaters" to suppress the Ministry of Magic and persecute other wizards and Muggles crazily.

Voldemort's reign of fear was quite successful, but it was a pity that people made mistakes and horses made mistakes. The Dark Lord heard a prophecy from a prophet and believed that he would die in the hands of a certain "appointed" savior.

In order to save his career, Voldemort attacked the savior's family, trying to strangle the baby savior in the cradle, but accidentally capsized the gutter, was backlashed by his own spell, and fell to the street.

The Ministry of Magic declared that Voldemort was dead, but the shadow of the most powerful dark wizard in the past century still oppressed everyone, and many Death Eaters were still planning something secretly, hoping that their king would return again.

"All the wizards in the whole of the UK add up to less than [-], which is less than the level of a township."

Li Ang shook his head and sighed, and said wryly: "A villain who dares to call himself a devil, his lifelong dream is to become the head of a wizarding village in England, and he still believes in the pure blood system. Why, he wants to return to the country's gentry system and achieve official status. Can the gentry be integrated?"

The pattern determines the vision, and the American superpower criminals on the other side of the ocean are all villains with lofty ideals and ambitions, destroying a city and a country at every turn.

And Voldemort just used the empty "pure blood" theory to recruit a group of pure blood wizards who were unwilling to be deprived of their rights. They were blowing up several bridges and engaging in small-scale massacres and persecutions.

If he could come up with a complete political framework to ban the Ministry of Magic, then Leon might give him a high regard.

However, the truth is cruel. The corrosive properties of divine blood are fully manifested in this powerful dark wizard. He still cannot understand the Muggle world, clumsily thinking that Muggles are still as stupid as they have been for thousands of years, and that wizards can rely on violence, Fear, to rule and enslave them,
There is no action plan that can convince the entire wizarding world, no specific and detailed strategic goals, no united front, fear for fear, slaughter for slaughter,

Such a villain, not to mention a certain head of Hans the cat who did not want to be named, even Che Guevara, who has asthma, is better than him.

"If the Dark Lord is like this, it will be too disappointing"

Li Ang thought for a while, and put down the prophecy crystal ball in his hand, "Forget it, let's find the savior who is entangled in deep karma. No matter what the foreign god wants, the savior is one of the most important chess pieces."

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After witnessing Voldemort's resurrection at the end of last year's Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter had the longest, solitary summer vacation of his life.

Because of the death of his parents, the savior who saved the wizarding world when he was a baby was forced to live with his relatives. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon still hated him, and Cousin Dudley beat him as a sandbag as always.

Unable to communicate with his wizarding friends and stranded on an isolated island known as the "Muggle" world, Harry Potter has never suffered so much.

On this day, his aunt's family went out to play early in the morning and locked him at home as usual.In the middle of the night, just as Harry was wondering why his aunt's family hadn't come back, what he thought was an ordinary routine was suddenly interrupted.

The luxurious fireplace in the mansion suddenly burst into a raging green flame, and a group of adult wizards came out through the Floo fireplace, led by his godfather, Sirius Black.

Sirius claimed that Dumbledore sent him to take Harry away from this place. Although the expression on his face was a bit strange, Harry, who had no reason to trust Sirius, was not suspicious and followed him into the Floo Fireplace.

The familiar and disgusting Floo network teleportation effect once again acted on the whole body, but when Harry Potter opened his eyes again, neither Sirius nor other wizards were by his side.

At this moment, the place where he was standing was probably a scientific research laboratory, empty, pale, and bright, with precision instruments everywhere, revealing a cold air of inorganic matter.

Carefully pulling out his wand, Harry looked around when a possibility jumped to his mind - he had been kidnapped.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

The voice came from a distance, and Harry subconsciously aimed his wand at the voice.

It was an ordinary young man of Chinese descent. He was wearing a chic white coat and holding a short-handled cane in his hand. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Li Ang."

"Where is this?" Harry Potter didn't let down his vigilance, still staring at the other party, pressing his fingertips tightly on the holly wand.

"This is my laboratory, located at 93 Diagon Alley."

Li Ang revealed the information to Harry nonchalantly, and while examining the extremely strong entanglement of cause and effect on the other party, he said casually: "I have slightly adjusted No. 4 Privet Drive, which is the Floo fireplace where your home is located. Let you get here smoothly."

Harry Potter pursed his lips tightly and said softly, "...what do you want?"

"I want to tell you a news, a sad news, a news that Dumbledore is trying to hide from you."

Li Ang spread his hands and said casually, "Your aunt's family was attacked by Middle Eastern refugees in London."

(End of this chapter)