Hathaway Romanoff took out a crystal ball, whispered a few spells, and then—

"Bang——" Hathaway threw the crystal ball to the ground.

The crystal ball burst, and a strong light instantly filled the entire room. Then, after the strong light faded, and after everyone opened their eyes—

The surrounding scene completely changed.

Yes, they don't seem to be in the parlor on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks anymore, but in the plaza at the back door of Hogwarts--

That should be the square of Hogwarts, and many Slytherins who have lived in Hogwarts for at least four or five years secretly confirmed in their hearts.

But the difference is that the current Hogwarts Square is in ruins, with countless broken stones, broken arms and giant corpses piled up in this square.

In the center of the square, two people stood facing each other——

One of them, although I don't know why, has become a lot shorter, and has gotten a lot older, and the hair has become a little thinner, but there is no doubt that it is-

"It's Harry!" Draco Malfoy called out at the right time, "I don't know why he looks like he's going bald and getting shorter, but it's definitely Harry!"

And another person-

The head is like a pale braised egg with blood vessels on it. The whole face is like a mixture of humans and snakes. The eyes are flashing red, the nose is flat, and there are only two socket-like gaps.

"Yes, yes, it's Fu... Fu... It's the Dark Lord!"

I don't know who in the group roared, which instantly caused a commotion——

After all, Voldemort, the Dark Lord... is a little too terrifying for both the enemy and his own people.

Therefore, even though the fathers and brothers of many young talents present were Death Eaters, they still couldn't restrain their fear when facing the true face of Voldemort.

There seems to be a conversation between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Voldemort circled around Harry Potter gracefully and gracefully, talking in a frenzy as he turned.

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the sky overhead, and a small half-round dazzling sun emerged from the horizon. The dawn quietly pierced the night and came to this space.

The sun shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks were flushed.

At that moment, as if someone had switched the sound on and off, countless noisy sounds poured into the ears of the audience.

Voldemort and Harry in the center of the square also raised their wands and shouted his most ardent hope to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

With a bang, like the explosion of a cannonball, golden flames shot out from the very center of the circle they repeatedly stepped on, and that was where the spells collided.

They saw Voldemort's green light meet Harry's cursed red light, and the Dark Lord, who was invincible in their minds, struggled with all his strength to hold on to Harry Potter.

They also saw Harry's red light approaching, squeezing Voldemort's green light little by little.

Finally, with the passage of time, the red light finally overshadowed the green light and hit Voldemort.

The wand in Voldemort's hand flew into the air, appearing a deep black in the rising sun, and swirled towards Harry.

With the skill of a Seeker, Harry grabbed the flying wand with his free hand, only to see Voldemort stagger back, arms outstretched, the slender pupils of his red eyes rolled up.

"Puff-"

The Dark Lord, the invincible Dark Lord who shrouded everyone's heads like a demon fell—

No, not only that, but pieces of soot flew out of Voldemort.

Eventually, little by little, Voldemort turned into fly ash.

The prophecy ends here.

The surrounding scene dissipated like smoke, and Malfoy, Hathaway, and the other Slytherins were still standing in the enlarged parlor of the bar.

From Hathaway breaking the prophecy ball to the prophecy disappearing, it took no more than five minutes in total, but the Slytherins present had a feeling as if they had passed away.

It was as if it had gone through an absurd century.

"This is a prophecy from the great leader, Mr. Grindelwald." Hathaway Romanoff said with a sneer, "If any of you still don't know who Mr. Grindelwald is, I suggest you go back and check the books, Or ask your elders."

"I have shown you this prophecy, and you can regard it as the goodwill shown by our Tarommy Society to the pure-blooded families." Hathaway Romanov still said coldly, "As to whether you believe it or not, it is up to you."

"But I suggest that you and your family prepare as soon as possible to prepare for the liquidation after Voldemort's failure." Hathaway Romanoff said with a cold face, "Voldemort's loss of power will not be too far away. , I hope that you will be ready to be liquidated by Dumbledore and others."

In the Slytherin present, although some people do not know why they "liquidate" on their own heads, but everyone who understands, their faces almost turn pale.

"Haha..." Hathaway Romanoff sneered, "After all, no matter how good-tempered Dumbledore is... he wouldn't allow those pure-blooded families who were on the wrong team twice to continue to exist, right?"

Those Slytherins turned pale again.

"Especially I heard that Dumbledore's temper has not been so good lately." Hathaway Romanoff added.

"What does Miss Romanoff mean?" One of the Slytherin students who had graduated stood up.

"Aras Dolokhov," the older young man introduced himself, "I wonder what Miss Romanov has in mind?"

"I don't have any good opinions." Hathaway Romanov sneered again, "I just remind you, you can regard it as the kindness of our Tarot Society."

"Can I understand that Miss Romanov is threatening us?" Alasdolokhov said sternly,

"Hehehe..." Hathaway Romanov smiled blankly, "Threats are a pitiful method, and I'm not used to it."

"Threatening you to stand on our side and threatening you to join us is an insult to our great cause." Hathaway Romanov said, "Our Tarot Society cherishes you and cherishes pure blood, just like We value our own wings as much."

"I want us to come together here, come together, not just because of a common enemy, and a common fear."

"I hope we can have a common ideal and belief."

"Voldemort is not our common fear," Hathaway said. "He's not even an enemy."

"Our real enemy~lightnovelpub.net~ are Muggles." Hathaway said, "There are 5.7 billion Muggles on this planet, and they are human beings, just like me and us, with hands and feet, and an organized system. , The people who can fight are not 5.7 billion pigs."

"To kill all the Muggles according to Voldemort's ideas? Hmph—" Hathaway Romanoff snorted coldly, "He's delusional."

"Although Dumbledore is old and confused, he is right about one thing," Hathaway said. "Muggles should not be underestimated."

"Do you know why I want to make this room bigger?" Hathaway's face appeared for the first time, it was a mocking expression, "I'm laughing at you, I'm laughing at your sitting well and watching the sky."

"I'm laughing at your arrogance." Hathaway Romanov laughed, "You little ones are obviously in the giant's room, but you are arrogant and think you are the master of this room."

"Do it yourself, my colleagues." Hathaway Romanoff ended with a polite smile. "That's all I have to say. The era of change is coming."

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