Reborn at Hogwarts

The man walking out of the shadows was wearing the same black formal suit as Paracelsus, but he didn't wear a top hat, and his expression was quite gloomy.

He looked very young, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome, with a straight nose, but his face was morbidly pale, like a poisonous snake that had been in the shadows for a long time.

It was Tom Riddle who had fought Ivan at Hogwarts not long ago.

"I don't think so, either."

Unexpectedly, facing Riddle's blunt accusation, Paracelsus did not have any dissatisfaction, but nodded approvingly in recognition of his words, "This kind of behavior is too radical, isn't it? "

Riddle looked suspiciously at the smiling young man, not knowing for a moment whether he really thought so, or was just fishing for him.

"Don't get me wrong, I really think so." Paracelsus's smile restrained a little, "No matter from which point of view, our world and the world of the dead cannot coexist harmoniously. If you must We may not be able to afford the consequences of promoting the integration of the two.”

"Actually, I still hope to find a peaceful solution." The alchemist sighed.

Riddle said nothing.

Regardless of whether what Paracelsus said was true or not, Riddle had no intention of continuing.

Because he saw a figure in a black robe pushing the door and coming in.

After the man in black entered the door, he didn't make any unnecessary movements, but simply walked to the sofa and sat down. The curtains that had been tightly drawn opened with a "crash", and the dazzling sunlight near noon filled the room. the whole room.

"how's it going?"

The sun just shone on Paracelsus's face, but he didn't even notice it. He turned around as usual without even blinking his eyes, and threw something to the man in black on the sofa. .

"Which aspect are you referring to?" The man in black, that is, Geralt Vesemir, who had just left the carriage, raised his hand to catch the object thrown by Paracelsus, glanced at it and put it Throw it on the table in front of you.

"The finishing touches, of course," said Paracelsus.

"Not bad." Geralt shrugged, "Successfully planted psychological hints on my dear offspring, and conveniently strengthened the connection between that little girl and Herasvarger... basically except that it failed He did everything he had to do except put a curse on Dumbledore."

Paracelsus was thoughtful, "Dumbledore... About him, I suddenly had a guess recently."

"What guess?"

Geralt asked casually.

"Do you think Dumbledore really can't see the 'withered feathers' attached to Ivan?" Paracelsus asked back, "If his strength has reached the point where he can evade your curse degree, then he must be able to see those feathers."

"That's why he took Mr. Vesemir Jr. to Nico Flamel, didn't he?" Geralt smiled. "It makes sense."

He seemed very unwilling to discuss this topic. Before Paracelsus could continue, he turned his gaze and pointed to the thing on the table that Paracelsus had thrown over before, "You need me What can you do for me?"

When his fingertips were raised, the objects on the table lighted up a little red.

It was a red stone.

"I hope you can help me complete it in your spare time." Paracelsus said, and the red stone automatically rotated, so that the other side faced Geralt.

Geralt saw a modest gap there.

"To be honest, I'm just a layman when it comes to mending the Philosopher's Stone." Geralt smiled. "Why didn't you take that ring back from Ivan?"

"At that time, my body was being hunted down by members of the Order of the Phoenix, and there was no way to use magic power to target him." Paracelsus said sarcastically, "You have fought against that child several times, and you should know what he is Such a person, if I want to forcibly snatch it, I am afraid that the main body will suffer.”

"That's true." Geralt nodded approvingly, "How could there be such... a cowardly person? Not long ago, he seemed to think that as long as he didn't do anything, he wouldn't be troubled. Come."

"The next time we meet, I'll read him the real family tree of the Vesemir family," Paracelsus said. "Then he should know if he can escape."

"That will be a long time later, and we have a lot of things to be busy with." Geralt sneered, then seemed to remember something, and looked at Tom Riddle who was standing silently in the shadows, "In Mr. Del..."

"Call me 'Voldemort'." Riddle interrupted him with a cold voice.

"...Okay, Mr. Voldemort. Uh, you know what? Personally, I don't think denying your surname will do you any good, and it will make you look very... well, I have nothing to do with it." Geralt waved his hand, "Mr. Voldemort, have you made up your mind?"

Riddle was silent for a moment.

"Do I still have a choice?" After a long time, he asked coldly.

"No."

Geralt quickly rejected Riddle's last illusion, "Either join us, or we take back Professor Quirrell's body, and you find a new possession object by yourself. This is the choice we give you."

"I join."

Riddle said stiffly.

It could be heard from his tone that he did not say this willingly, but he was already mentally prepared, so it was not difficult to accept the result.

Geralt had obviously expected this.

"That's good." He smiled, "Next, let's start according to the plan we made before."

...

Ivan found himself standing in a secluded forest, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, with a sparkling lake in front of him.

what am i doing here

He looked around blankly, his consciousness seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and although the scene around him was clearly visible, there was a vague sense of strangeness.

A soft voice seemed to sound from the bottom of my heart.

"Come here... come here..."

Who is talking?

As he thought about it, his feet moved very naturally, and he followed the direction of the sound... to the lake.

In the middle of the lake, there was a burst of ripples.

A graceful figure slowly emerged from the lake.

It seemed to be an extremely tall woman, she rose up from the water little by little, and walked towards Ivan.

Her face seemed to be covered with a hazy light.