I, Hogwarts Week Two

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

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

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 forbidden technique, and two months is not entirely enough.

If she wants to achieve her goal, it will take at least a dozen weeks.

Through the clock door that Owen carried with him, the few of them easily left Britain.

Stepping into Rosier's manor again, everything was still the same, with no changes in the past few years.

The sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the aisle.

Gentle yet mixed with coldness.

The estate is too empty.

Living here alone is definitely a challenge.

Without enough mentality, after the initial novelty wears off, you will be faced with endless loneliness.

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

The group 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," said Roy.

"Haha - she's really careless." Owen said sarcastically.

"She's not afraid that we will do something to her."

"If it weren't for the Horcruxes, who would deal with them?" Sirius said disdainfully. It seemed that he would always look down on his cousin.

"Not just her." Roy said suddenly, then smiled down at the three of them.

"Not just her?" Owen raised his eyebrows. "Senior Tom is here too?"

"Ah——" Harry exclaimed, looking at Roy in disbelief, "V——that person is here too? This——"

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

She immediately quickened her pace, and soon they arrived at the fourth floor.

Different from the lower three levels.

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

Roy pushed the door open.

In an instant, a strong herbal scent spread out along with the pungent smell of some melted metal.

Harry couldn't help but cover his nose.

Owen didn't care. He often brewed potions and was used to this kind of strangeness.

If Fred and George were here, they would definitely feel like home when they smelled these smells, because their alchemy workshop was also filled with these smells.

After pushing the door open, there were rows of cabinets like bookshelves in front of him. The walls were all filled with cabinets, with all kinds of magic materials, some common and some precious. There were also some rare and shiny herbs that even Owen couldn't recognize.

In the distance, on a long table in the middle, a crucible was bubbling over the fire, and the steam was curling in 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 Rosier, was holding up her wand. In front of her, a complex magic item like a Rubik's Cube was suspended. As she kept waving her wand, she created complex ancient runes. The Rubik's Cube was also constantly rotating, and a mist spread out from the Rubik's Cube and flowed into the crucible directly below.

The next second, the crucible began bubbling violently, emitting a burst of strange colors.

"I don't know, maybe it's poison." Owen answered Harry's question heartlessly.

How could he possibly understand what his grandmother was doing when he himself didn't quite understand human alchemy?

"This is the 'Glimmer' potion." Grandma Wenda explained in a low voice without turning her head.

"An old technique that Victor improved upon."

As she said this, she turned around and said, "Do you think anyone can easily integrate ancient magic? Especially an unborn baby."

"Glimmer?" Owen concentrated and asked, "In other words, integrating ancient magic requires a certain level of physical fitness?"

"Yes!" Wenda replied.

"What about before? How did you operate it?"

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

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

"Yes, teacher."

"Let's go together. We need to talk to her," Owen suggested.

"Hmm..." Grandma nodded indifferently.

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

At the end, there is a door.

Behind the door was a spacious and bright room, equipped with a bed, desk, bookshelf and some magical items.

Of course, these are not the most important.

The most important thing was that everyone saw a familiar face.

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

The sunlight shone in through the window and touched his face, as if it was white jade wrapped in orange silk.

The man has a very handsome face.

He had black hair, dark eyes, and was wearing a well-fitting suit, looking like a nobleman.

Of course, everyone present knew his identity very well—Tom Riddle.

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

Next to Tom, Bellatrix Lestrange sat obediently with a teapot in her hand.

She was wearing a silk robe, her belly was slightly bulging, and she looked a lot younger. It might be the effect of the glimmer, a magical potion that can enhance the human body, and it can be sold as an elixir of life, because when the human body is enhanced, it will naturally become younger. Of course - this requires long-term use of the drug.

"It's true that we haven't reached an agreement, but you have to show some sincerity." Aunt Roy said unhappily, "Don't you have to pay to eat and live here for free? And what about these potions? Do you know how many Galleons a bottle of 'Glimmer' potion costs outside?"

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

"It's none of your business?" Aunt Roy said bluntly, "That's fine, we just happen to have one potion left. Now please get out of here."

"You - I warn you, don't..." Bellatrix became angry and stood up. She was about to say something harsh, but then Owen's voice rang out, "It's not easy for a 45-year-old aunt to have a child at such an old age. Be careful not to abort the baby."

Owen countered what Bellatrix wanted to say with just one sentence.

Her face changed and her expression became stiff. Then she stroked her belly and sat down again.

"That's right..." Owen's mouth curled up slightly, "Now, where is Gaunt's ring? We have paid so much for two months, we should see some return."

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

Eye contact with Owen.

With just one glance, Owen knew that Tom in front of him was still the same boy without any change. He was just back to the state he was in Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because he knew the truth about the Horcrux that he no longer pursued the eternal life of a split soul, or perhaps it was because he knew the ancient magic that he had greater pursuits.

In short, this guy is still not a good person after taking one look at Ding Zhen.

Perhaps combining with Bella was also to get closer to ancient magic. Since it could only be controlled by an infant, it would be easier to control using one's own child than just picking one up from outside.

As for whether he really loves Bella, and whether he loves the baby in her belly - Owen can only say, don't joke. If he can love, the sun will rise from the west.

"Sure enough, although your soul has undergone unpredictable changes and has been separated from the main soul, you are still the same sinister boy. What are you planning this time? Ancient magic? Or--" Owen glanced at the parchment next to Tom. "Ugh--what a bold idea."

The parchment next to Tom was a hand-drawn drawing of the bas-relief in the Canadian Tower.

These things should only be available in the Federation.

But now it appeared in his hands, so there are only two possibilities: one is that his grandmother gave it to him, and the other is that someone in the Federation has him.

But this guy is still fearless and doesn't try to cover up after being exposed. Owen speculates that these might have been given to him by his grandmother.

"People always have to pursue something." Tom said slowly.

The black eyes stared at Owen as if he was looking at a treasure.

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

"Can you feel ancient magic?"

"I couldn't do that before, but - didn't you just say that? My soul has mutated." Tom smiled without saying anything.

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

"The deconstruction of the bas-relief of the Tower of Divine Assignment requires the participation of a large number of wizards, especially those who are proficient in ancient runes." At this time, Wenda behind them said: "The reality is that there are too few wizards in the current magical world who are proficient in ancient runes."

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

Regarding ancient magic, the secrets behind it are too shocking. It is the power of God. If this young version of Voldemort controls it, he will definitely become a more terrifying existence than the current Voldemort.

With the lessons learned from the past, he will never make the same mistake again.

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

"I understand your concerns, Blake," Wenda said lightly, "but your concerns are irrelevant.

If we fail in our confrontation, the world will be unified. If we succeed, some people's power will expand to surpass that of their ancestors. In either case, the situation you are worried about will not happen."

"That's right." Tom still looked at Owen. "Right, you are also trying to create a god, right? It's really an irresistible technology. In the past, I didn't realize that there is such a thing as ancient magic in this world."

"Creating a god?" Owen was shocked.

Harry and Sirius beside him showed the same expression.

"There is no way for mortals to completely defeat the gods. Even you—" Tom nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, "So there is only one way to solve the current dilemma—that is to regain ancient technology and restart the [Age of the Gods]."

"Hehe——" Owen sneered with a twitching 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.

Judging from the current actual situation, it does look like the creation of gods.

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

But the concept of creating a god is very good, and it is very good to use it to seduce Tom in front of him, so that he doesn't have to study other unknown things.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in anything supernatural. I only have one idea right now." Owen said seriously, "That is how to kill another you. Stop talking nonsense."

"Now answer the question, on whose hand is the Gaunt ring?"

Facing Irving's aggressiveness.

Tom was not angry.

He lazily closed the parchment and the draft he had written.

Then he casually said, "In the hands of Little Ba Tiklach."

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

"Dumbledore had a long talk with old Barty Crouch. He still didn't get the ring. Did you interfere?"

"No—" Tom retorted, "He doesn't want to give it."

"Don't want to give it?"

"The ring has the Resurrection Stone on it."

"and then?"

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

"Are you wondering how a man like old Crouch 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 old Crouch himself who confronted Dumbledore in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, but his son can always replace him when we need him."

"So that's how it is—" Owen finally resolved a doubt in his heart.

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

"No—" Tom said, "After 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 then?"

"And then?" Tom continued, "When the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic raided Riddle's ancestral home, the original owner took the ring away and gave 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. As expected, he needs others to remind him."