The back passage behind the copper faucet was the same as Voldemort remembered, dirty, dark, and filled with a pungent stench.

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

...

"Welcome to the great cause, Cobain Alex." Tiera standing on the stage hugged the other Tiera hard, and then the two Tierra stood side by side on the stage, holding their hands high, watching To the encirclement that was too scared to move—

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

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

"no no!"

"Help! Help!"

"Forgive me, spare me! I, I, we didn't betray! We, we were all forced!"

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

The roles of hunter and prey can be easily switched.

"Like I said—" The tentacles in the shadows have clinged to their shadows, and they can't do anything anymore, like little flies that have fallen into a spider's web, leaving them only the deepest Despair and the strongest fear.

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

"I give you money!"

"I grant you power!"

"I give you strength!"

"It is the gift of your life!"

"With this I ensure your absolute revolutionaryness, and with this I ensure your absolute loyalty!"

Tentacles entwined waves called shadows, into which the shadows of the bound sank.

Their real bodies began to twist, deform, and eventually, in the waning swearing of pain, all of them turned into Tierra, and became Tierra's likeness.

"Now..." Tiera—

At the very beginning, the first Tiera took a step and said with a smile to Cornelius Fudge, who was standing on the side of the podium and was stunned:

"Please let our general secretary of the Magic Federation, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, finish his inaugural speech?" Tiera said to everyone with a smile.

"Oh, sure, okay, okay." Another Tiera—

Tiera, who changed into Cobain Alex, patted his head and responded with the same smile, "It's me being abrupt, Mr. Tiera is not suspected of murder, Godwin Selwyn is indeed a foodie. Dead Apostle, his death in the recent Ministry of Magic riots was his own fault, which is legitimate and justifiable."

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

"Oh, of course."

"Okay, honestly, my stomach is really hungry."

"Hopefully there's leftovers of roasted chicken and roasted ribs."

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

Now the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic is silent, as if everyone has been casted with a silence spell or a petrification spell, except for the voices of "Tiera", no one speaks.

This rebellion, and the real masters behind this conspiracy, were nervous as they watched "Tiera" walk towards him, and watched "Tiera" in a sense of powerlessness and frustration. Pull" them away from themselves.

These Tierra didn't even give them an extra glance, as if they were just tiny ants and they were unworthy of attention.

Cornelius Fudge was invited back to the podium again, but everyone could hear it, and now Cornelius Fudge's voice was full of fear compared to previous speeches.

"Dumbledore, I, I, I, I quit, I, I feel, feel, feel, still, still in retirement—" Horace Slughorn followed Cornelius Fudge almost for a split second. The voice of the speech spoke to Dumbledore.

"Aha! Professor Horace Slughorn!" A Tiera suddenly appeared out of nowhere. As soon as he appeared, he grabbed Slughorn's hand and shook it up and down.

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

"I, I, I, I..." Slughorn turned pale and turned to look at Dumbledore as if asking for help—

"Yes, my old friend Slughorn couldn't stand the never-ending boredom after retirement and the Death Eaters who kept breaking in without his consent, and decided to return to teach at Hogwarts."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I, I, I, I, I'm not, I don't!" Slughorn stammered, "I, I, I, I still, still , still think, think mine, my retirement is fine. Fine... I mean... mean... mean... .my, my physical strength...physical strength is a bit weak...maybe unable to complete such, such a heavy teaching task..."

"So it's life." Tiera said with a light smile, "So the reward you desire is life?"

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

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

...

In the depths of Hogwarts, Voldemort turned left and right along the dirty pipe 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, a look of obvious amazement appeared on Voldemort's pale face--

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

No, maybe "different" isn't enough to describe the change in this—

"Stop the spell!" Voldemort chanted a spell, waving his wand.

But there was no change in the surroundings, as Voldemort saw before his eyes—

It has changed drastically from the Chamber of Secrets in Voldemort's memory.

Voldemort first entered the Chamber of Secrets when he was sixteen, in the winter of 1932, and that summer, after reporting Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic in exchange for a Medal for Special Contribution, Voldemort re-entered the Chamber of Secrets. Never entered the secret room...

At that time, after slipping out of the dirty and dark pipe, it was a huge cave that was also dark and sticky. The cave seemed to be formed naturally~lightnovelpub.net~ The cave seemed to be half collapsed, and it was close to In front of the door was a large pile of green-haired stones, and the floor was covered with the bones of mice, fish, frogs, birds, and other animals that had rotted into mud.

And now-

The lights are bright here, and a huge magic chandelier hangs on the top. There is the source of all the light in the cave. The irregular and dilapidated caves are naturally formed by dark marble pillars and dark wood with natural patterns. It became an old, elegant room.

In the place where the cave originally collapsed, where the green-haired stones were originally piled up, there stands a tall and heavy bookshelf. On the bookshelf, notebooks wrapped in brown cowhide are neatly arranged from bottom to top in chronological order. code.

In addition, there are two sets of solid wood tables and chairs with beautifully carved patterns. The two huge carved tables and chairs are cluttered with countless papers, materials, and notebooks with unfinished leather covers.

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

"1980.6.28

We made it! Ten months ago, Albus and I finally found the last piece of magic gene, and now, we finally made the perfect carrier. Albus originally wanted to name him Adam, but I didn't agree--

Adam, what a foolish, backward, ignorant name.

We did not create Adam, let alone Jehovah.

What we are creating is a new era, a great beginning.

So I decided, I'm going to call him-

Tierra"

Voldemort was horrified, as if he had been soaked in ice water.

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

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