I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen didn't care what the anti-Voldemort alliance negotiated.

After the memorial service, he and Harry left Thornfield Castle and headed for Paris under the leadership of Sirius.

Aunt Roy who was accompanying him told him that Bella had been in Paris for more than two months.

Human Alchemy is an extremely complex and difficult taboo technique, and two months is not entirely sufficient.

If she wants to achieve her goal, it will take at least ten more weeks.

Through the random door of the clock that Owen carried with him, several people easily left the UK.

Stepping into Rozier's manor again, all its furnishings remained the same, with no changes in the past few years.

Sunlight passes through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the aisle.

Gentle yet mixed with desertedness.

The manor is too empty.

Living here alone is definitely a test.

If you don’t have enough character, after the initial novelty wears off, you will be faced with endless loneliness.

"So, Bellatrix lives here now?" Harry followed Sirius.

The group of people walked quickly towards the end of the corridor, where there were stairs leading to the second and third floors.

"Yes, she lives on the fourth floor," Roy said.

"Haha - then she is really big-hearted." Owen mocked.

"I'm really not afraid of us doing anything to her."

"If it weren't for the Horcruxes, who would deal with them?" Sirius said disdainfully. It seemed that he would never look down on his cousin.

"It's not just her." Roy said suddenly, then lowered his head and smiled at the three of them.

"It's not just her?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Senior Tom is here too?"

"Ah——" Harry exclaimed and looked at Roy in disbelief, "F——that person is here too? This——"

"Yes, he is indeed here." Roy smiled but said nothing.

Immediately she quickened her pace, and soon they arrived on the fourth floor.

Different from the lower three floors.

On the fourth floor, half of the entire floor was occupied by a room as big as the Hogwarts school nursery.

Roy pushed open the door and entered.

Instantly, a strong herbal smell spread out along with the pungent smell of some kind of melted metal.

Harry couldn't help but cover his nose.

Owen didn't care, he often brewed potions, so he was used to this strange thing.

If Fred and George were here, smelling these smells would definitely feel like coming home, because their alchemy workshop is also filled with this smell.

Pushing the door open, there are rows of cabinets like bookshelves in front of you. I saw cabinets all around the walls, containing all kinds of magic materials, either common or precious. Even Owen couldn't recognize the shiny rare herbs.

On a long table in the middle of the distance, a cauldron was bubbling on the fire, and the steam filled the air with strange colors.

"What are you doing?"

The four of them stopped.

Because in front of them, at the long table, the familiar witch, Wenda Rozier, held up her wand. In front of her, there was a complex magic object like a Rubik's Cube suspended. As she continued to wave the wand, it connected Complex ancient runes, the Rubik's Cube is also constantly rotating, and a dense air spreads from the Rubik's Cube. It ‘flowed’ into the crucible directly below.

The next second, the crucible bubbled violently and spit out a burst of strange colors.

"I don't know, maybe it's poisoning." Owen answered Harry's question carelessly.

Regarding human body alchemy, he himself didn't quite understand how he could understand what his grandmother was doing.

"This is the 'Glimmer' potion." Grandma Wenda explained in a low voice without looking back.

"Previous technology improved by Victor."

As she said that, she turned around and said, "Do you think anyone can easily integrate ancient magic? Besides, he is still an unborn baby."

"Glimmer?" Owen said attentively: "In other words, integrating with ancient magic requires a certain level of physical fitness?"

"Yes!" Wenda replied.

"What about before? How did it work?"

"Some black magic can also enhance physical fitness." Wenda said expressionlessly: "It just requires some blood food."

"Okay - Roy, send this week's supply to that woman."

"Yes, teacher."

"Come over together, we just want to talk to her." Owen suggested.

"Hmm -" Grandma nodded obediently.

Then he led them deeper into the 'alchemy workshop'.

At the end, there is a door.

Behind the door is a spacious and bright room with a bed, desk, bookshelf and some magic items.

Of course, these are not the most important.

The most important thing is that everyone saw an acquaintance.

A young man was sitting on a chair, studying the parchment in his hand carefully.

The sunlight shines in through the window and hits his face, like white jade wrapped in orange silk.

The man's face is very handsome.

He has black hair, dark eyes, and wears a decent suit, looking like a noble man.

Of course, everyone present knew his identity - Tom Riddle.

"It seems you haven't met our conditions yet."

Beside Tom, Bellatrix Lestrange sat obediently holding a teapot.

She was wearing a silk robe, her belly was slightly swollen, and she looked much younger. Maybe it's the power of the shimmering light. This magic potion that can enhance the human body's physique can be sold as an elixir, because when the human body's physique is strengthened, it will naturally become younger. Of course - this requires long-term medication.

"It's not achieved, but you have to show some sincerity." Aunt Roy said displeasedly: "It's free to live here, don't you need to spend money? And these magic potions? Do you know that outside, How many galleons does a bottle of 'Glimmer' potion cost?"

"That's none of our business," Bellatrix said forcefully.

"It's none of your business?" Aunt Roy said bluntly: "That's okay, we just have a pair of potions left. Please get out now."

"You - I'm warning you, don't." Bellatrix became angry and stood up. Just as she was about to say something harsh, Owen's voice rang out, "A forty-five-year-old aunt is too old." It’s not easy to have a baby, be careful to abort the baby.”

Owen said back what Bellatrix wanted to say in one sentence.

Her face changed and her expression became stiff, then she sat down again while stroking her belly.

"That's right -" the corner of Owen's mouth raised slightly, "Speaking of which, where is Gunter's ring? We have paid so much in the past two months, we must see some reward."

Tom sat aside, silently observing all this, and finally raised his head after Owen said the Gaunt ring.

Make eye contact with Owen.

With just one glance, Owen knew that the Tom in front of him - he was still the same boy as before. He had just returned to the state he was in Hogwarts. Perhaps knowing the truth about the Horcrux made him no longer pursue the eternal life of split souls, or perhaps it was because he knew the ancient magic power that he had a greater pursuit.

In short, this guy is still not a good guy at first glance.

Perhaps the combination with Bella is also to get close to the ancient magic power, and since it can only be controlled by a baby, it is easier to control using your own child than randomly picking one up from outside.

As for whether he loves Bella or not, and whether he loves the child in her belly - Owen can only say, stop joking. If he could love, the sun would rise in the west.

"Sure enough, although your soul has undergone unpredictable mutations and has been separated from the main soul, you are still the sinister boy. Why are you planning something this time? Ancient magic? Or-" Owen glanced at Tom's hand. parchment. "Ugh - what a bold idea."

The parchment Tom has in hand is a hand-drawn drawing of the bas-relief in the Tower of Divine Grant in Canada.

These things should only be available in the federation.

But now that it appears in his hands, there are only two possibilities, one is given to him by his grandma, and the other is given to him by the Federation.

However, this guy is still confident and has no cover-up after being exposed. Owen speculates that his grandmother may have given these to him.

"People always have pursuits." Tom said slowly.

His black eyes stared straight at Owen, as if looking at a treasure.

"It's incredible. The ancient magic power in you is so strong that it's exaggerated."

"Can you feel ancient magic?"

"I couldn't before, but - didn't you just say that? My soul has mutated." Tom smiled but said nothing.

"Oh -" Owen remembered that Tom's broken soul was repaired by him with ancient magic. This guy is now the same as Harry, so he can feel the ancient magic.

"The deconstruction of the bas-relief of the Divine Grant Tower requires the participation of a large number of wizards, especially wizards who are proficient in ancient runes." At this time, Wenda behind them said: "It is very realistic that today's wizarding world is proficient in ancient runes. There are too few wizards.”

"Then you can't let him get involved." Sirius frowned and said, even when facing a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Voldemort, he felt a pressure.

Regarding ancient magic, the secrets behind it are too shocking, and they are the power of gods. If this was controlled by this young version of Voldemort, he would definitely become a more terrifying existence than the current Voldemort.

Having learned from the past, he will not make the same mistakes again.

This will be an unprecedented catastrophe for the entire wizarding world.

"I know your worries very well, Blake." Wenda said lightly: "But your worries are irrelevant.

If our confrontation fails, then the world will be unified. If we succeed, someone's power will expand beyond that of their past ancestors. Either way, what you're worried about won't happen. "

"You're right." Tom still looked at Owen, "That's right, you are also trying to create gods, right? It's such a fascinating technology. In the past, I didn't even realize that ancient times still existed in this world. Something like magic.”

"Creating a god?" Owen was shocked when he heard this.

Harry and Sirius next to him also showed the same expression.

"There is no way for mortals to completely defeat the gods. Even you -" Tom nodded slightly, with a fanatical light in his eyes and said, "So there is only one way to solve the current predicament - that is to regain ancient technology and restart [The Age of the Gods].”

"Haha——" Owen sneered with a twitching corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this guy misunderstood something.

If you think about it carefully, maybe even his grandmother, Wenda, might have misunderstood something.

They misunderstood Merlin's plan.

From the current actual situation, it does look like creating a god.

But Owen knew very well that the purpose of doing this would never be to create a god. Gods are useless. They will go crazy after seeing the Supreme Will. If Merlin didn't go crazy, he must have a deeper plan.

But creating a god - this concept is very good, and it is very good to use it to hang Tom in front of him. It saves him from studying other unknown things.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in gods and ghosts. I only have one idea now." Owen said seriously: "That is how to kill another you. Don't say other nonsense."

"Now answer the question, who has the Gaunt ring?"

Faced with Owen's aggressiveness.

Tom was not angry.

He lazily closed the parchment and his own draft.

Then he casually said, "In the hands of Barty Crouch Jr."

"Barty Crouch Jr?" Owen said, "Sure enough--"

"Dumbledore talked to Barty Crouch Sr. for a long time before. He still didn't get the ring. Are you the one who interfered?"

"No--" Tom retorted, "He didn't want to give it."

"Don't want to give it?"

"The ring has the Resurrection Stone."

"Then what?"

"Crouch Sr. is not as tough as he looks." Tom smiled and said, "His guilt towards his wife made it easy for the ring to control him."

"Are you wondering how someone like Crouch Sr. could follow me?"

"The reason is actually very simple, that is the Resurrection Stone. His son used the Resurrection Stone and his guilt to control him. Most of the time, it was Crouch Sr. himself who confronted Dumbledore in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, but when we need it, his son can replace him at any time."

"So that's it--" Owen solved a doubt in his heart.

Then he continued, "I thought you would never discover the secret of the Resurrection Stone in your lifetime."

"No--" Tom said, "When I split my soul, the part of the soul on the ring discovered the secret of the Resurrection Stone, but the main body didn't know it."

"What happened later?"

"Later?" Tom continued, "When the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic raided Riddle's ancestral home, the main body took the ring away and handed it to one of his most loyal servants, Barty Crouch Jr. for safekeeping. And he soon discovered the secret of the Resurrection Stone."

"Oh! That's right-what can the Dark Lord see when he holds the Resurrection Stone? To him, it's just an ordinary stone. Sure enough, he needs others to remind him."