The secret passage behind the copper faucet was the same as in Voldemort's memory, dirty, dark, and full of pungent stench.

But Voldemort didn't care, and continued to fly down through the darkness.

…

"Welcome to the great cause, Cobain Alex." Tierra standing on the stage gave another Tierra a strong hug, and then the two Tierras stood shoulder to shoulder on the stage, holding their hands high, watching To the encirclement that was too frightened to move—

"You are also welcome to join the team of great change!" The two Tierras said at the same time.

The huge, tentacle-like shadow began to spread again, gradually climbing towards their shadows.

"no no!"

"Help! Help!"

"Forgive me, forgive me! I, I, we did not betray! We, we were all forced!"

The Aurors and dark wizards who were aggressive just now were howling all over the place in an instant—

The roles of hunter and prey are easily switched.

"Just like I said—" Tentacles in the shadows have clung to their shadows, and they can't do anything anymore, just like little flies caught in a spider's web, leaving them with only the deepest despair and the strongest fears.

"I said, I like gifts!" The two Tierras stood side by side, raised their hands at the same time, and said loudly—

"I gift you money!"

"I bestow upon you power!"

"I bestow upon you strength!"

"It is a gift of life to you!"

"Hereby I assure you of absolute revolution, and by this I assure you of absolute loyalty!"

The tentacles entwine a wave of shadows, into which the shadow of the bound sinks.

Their real bodies began to distort and deform, and finally, amidst the diminishing pain of cursing, all of them turned into Tierra, into Tierra's appearance.

"Now..." Tierra—

At the very beginning, the original Tierra took a step on the stage, and smiled at Cornelius Fudge, who was already stunned by the rostrum, and said:

"Please let the General Secretary of the Magic Federation, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, finish his inaugural speech?" Tierra said to everyone with a smile.

"Oh sure, yes, yes." Another Tierra—

Tierra, who Cobain Alex turned into, patted his head, and responded with the same smile, "I was the one who was abrupt, Mr. Tierra is not suspected of murder, and Godwin Selwyn is indeed a foodie." Dead Apostle, his death in the Ministry of Magic riots that happened not long ago is his own fault, which is legal and reasonable."

"Okay, guys, let's close the team and enjoy this rare banquet." Tierra turned and said to the other Tierras.

"Oh, of course."

"Okay, to be honest, I'm really a little hungry."

"Hopefully there's still leftover roast chicken and ribs."

All Tierra seemed to be completely different individuals from each other, chatting with each other, teasing and laughing, and scattered into the crowd.

Now the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic is silent, as if everyone has been casted under a silencing spell or a petrification spell. Except for the voices of the "Tieras", no one speaks.

This rebellion, and the real masterminds behind this conspiracy, were tense, watching the "Tieras" walk towards them, and watching the "Tieras" in a sense of powerlessness and frustration. Pull them away from you.

These Tierras didn't even give them any extra glances, as if they were just tiny ants and unworthy of attention.

Cornelius Fudge was reinvited to the podium again, but anyone could tell that, compared with the previous speech, Cornelius Fudge's voice was full of fear now.

"Dumbledore, I, I, I, I quit, I, I feel, feel, feel, still, still retire-" Horace Slughorn went on Cornelius Fudge's speech almost instantly said the voice to Dumbledore.

"Aha! Professor Horace Slughorn!" A Tierra popped up out of nowhere. As soon as he appeared, he firmly held Slughorn's hand and shook it up and down.

"I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore, are you willing to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching?" Tierra said with a smile.

"I, I, I, I..." Slughorn's face turned pale, and he turned to look at Dumbledore for help—

"Yes, my old friend Slughorn couldn't bear the endless boring life after retirement and the Death Eaters who always broke into the door without asking his permission, and decided to return to Hogwarts to teach."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I, I, I, I, I'm not, I'm not!" stammered Slughorn, "I, I, I, I still, still , still feel, feel my, my retirement is fine. Pretty good... I mean... I mean... I mean... .My, my physical strength...I'm a little weak...I may not be able to complete such, such a heavy teaching task..."

"Then it's life." Tierra said with a faint smile, "So the reward you desire is life?"

"What!?" said Slughorn, startled. "No, no! No! Mine, I mean . . . I mean . . . "

"Well..." Slughorn lowered his head resignedly, "I, I, I think I still miss my life at Hogwarts..."

…

At an unknown depth beneath Hogwarts, Voldemort turned left and right along the dirty pipes in the dark, and after flying down for about ten minutes, he finally stepped on solid ground.

But when he came out of the flying black mist and changed back into human form, an expression of obvious astonishment and astonishment appeared on Voldemort's pale face—

It was very different from the last time he came here.

No, maybe "different" is not enough to describe the changes in this—

"The spell stops!" Voldemort said, waving his wand.

But nothing changed around, it was still as Voldemort saw it—

There have been earth-shaking changes from the Chamber of Secrets in Voldemort's memory.

Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets for the first time when he was sixteen years old, that is, in the winter of 1932. In the summer of that year, after reporting Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic in exchange for a special service medal, Voldemort entered again. And never entered the Chamber of Secrets—

At that time, after slipping out of the dirty and dark pipe, there was an equally dark and slimy huge cave. The cave seemed to be formed naturally, and half of the cave seemed to have collapsed. Near the door was a large cave. Heaps of green-haired stones were strewn with the bones of mice, fish, frogs, birds, and other animals that had rotted into mud.

And now—

The lights here are brightly lit, and a huge magical chandelier hangs on the top, which is the source of all the light in the cave. The naturally formed irregular and dilapidated cave is surrounded by dark marble stone pillars and dark wood with natural patterns. It became an old, elegant room.

At the place where the cave collapsed, that is, where the green-haired stones were originally piled up, stood a tall and heavy bookshelf. On the bookshelf, notebooks wrapped in brown leather one after another were neatly arranged from bottom to top in chronological order. Stack.

In addition, there are two sets of solid wood tables and chairs with exquisite carving patterns. On the two huge carved tables and chairs, countless papers, materials, and unfinished leather-bound notebooks are placed in a mess.

Voldemort stepped forward, picked up a notebook and flipped through it casually—

"1980.6.28

We did it! Ten months ago, Albus and I finally found the last piece of magic gene ~lightnovelpub.net~ Now, we have finally created the most perfect carrier, Albus originally wanted to name him Adam, but I disagree—

Adam, what a stupid, backward, and ignorant name.

What we created was not Adam, much less Jehovah.

What we have created is a new era, a great beginning.

So I decided, I'm going to call him—

Tierra"

Voldemort was startled all over, as if soaked in ice water.

He turned the notebook to the front, to the cover—

On the cover is a regular triangle, a circle and a vertical line running through the circle.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . :