Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 484 Grindelwald's Prophecy Ball

Fuck!
—It's Voldemort!
McGuffin's heart twitched suddenly, as if being ripped out of his chest.

How is this guy here?
He is waiting for himself?
"MacGuffin Albert," said Voldemort, in a soft hissing spark, "my favorite work . . . "

--Snapped! ——Dum!

Footsteps... step by step approaching...

An extremely cold finger began to touch McGuffin's forehead.

The nails were carved hard, and McGuffin felt that his skin was about to be peeled off.

He dared not move, lest he provoke Voldemort and provoke the anger he had built up some time ago.

After waiting for a few seconds, McGuffin finally woke up from the buzzing in his head, as if someone was knocking a bell inside and hitting a wall, and raised his head stiffly, looking at Voldemort in front of him.

This guy is no longer the handsome young Tom Riddle version I saw in [The Leaky Cauldron] just now.

Has become that face like a melted candle,

The two narrow nostrils are like snakes, and the eyes are full of evil red light.

but……

How is this guy—shrunk?

Although Voldemort was still as evil and as terrifying, his current figure was slightly worse than what he had just seen at the [Leaky Cauldron], and his height was about the same as that of a McGuffin.

The large black robe was draped over his body, like a mouse wearing an elephant's coat. The robe was attached to the ground, and the sleeves were stretched out.

McGuffin and Voldemort looked at each other.

The evil red eyes are shining with bloody light, like bleeding,
McGuffin averted his gaze.

He could feel that the most terrifying master of insanity in the world was trying to pry open his skull, trying to squeeze his brains to obtain the secrets within.

McGuffin tried his best to use [Occlumency] to block his memory and thoughts.

for a long time,
He even felt as if he was going to petrify in place.

"Albert, you don't know how much I look forward to this meeting." Voldemort said, his red eyes were really big, trying to put pressure on McGuffin through words, trying to pry open the little wizard's brain, "I think you should know... how such a day will come..."

"No one can play the great Voldemort and not pay the price..."

"Don't you say something? I remember that you are not very good at this kind of negotiation and threat? Didn't you use that kind of cleverness to make a triumphant deal with me not long ago?"

"How did you appear here!" McGuffin asked bluntly, "You are so busy as the Dark Lord, you don't want to seek revenge on a small person like me, do you?"

"Little man?" Voldemort laughed angrily, hissing horribly.

Like a poisonous snake about to prey.

"No no, MacGuffin Albert, you are not a small person. I am sure that your future achievements will be far greater than Harry Potter who hides behind you and only cries..."

"If it weren't for you...Harry Potter would have died in my hands long ago. I wouldn't have been humiliated by temporary failures over and over again...I've only come back to life now."

Voldemort touched his neck, as if remembering something, his tone became more and more hostile.

"Forget it? McGuffin Albert, don't pretend to be crazy...Since you have come before me, I don't believe that you can escape my palm again."

"Dumbledore and those idiots from the Ministry of Magic are watching that stupid broom match with those gringos...they don't have time to keep an eye on you right now...or the Ministry of Magic."

"It's a pity that our party now... still lacks a Harry Potter, otherwise it would be even better." Voldemort's tone was like tasting a cream cake, and a very smug smile appeared on that disgusting face.

McGuffin then followed Voldemort's tone and asked what he had already foreseen, "Are you saying that it was all your plan that I came here today?"

"Well, the return of my most loyal servant... really helped me a lot, allowing me to understand the latest developments of the Ministry of Magic... and let me know that you used magic for the second time, and you will be punished by an inflexible old witch... Then we delivered your delicious food to my palm through a series of operations..."

"It's a pity... Harry Potter can't come here with you... Dumbledore is too good to protect him. If this little wizard is punished like this, he will definitely accompany him to the Ministry of Magic in person, so I can only give up the opportunity to solve him together. However, it will happen sooner or later. Compared with you, he is just a silly boy who is crying and crying with luck."

"However, I didn't expect you to hide in such a place. It seems that the idea I implanted in Hopkirk was due to various coincidences... it worked a bit, didn't it?"

Voldemort laughed triumphantly. The cold laughter echoed in the room, mixed with the ticking of the clock, it was very penetrating...it made the skin crawl.

"When did you implant the idea?"

"Through that badge, and that black mist... I can see everything... You also saw the little trick I just created?"

"Okay, why don't we leave and don't say anything... After all, there is just one thing that needs your 'help'!" Voldemort sneered, then changed the subject, and made an invitation gesture instead.

Personable, . . . if he hadn't casually pointed his wand at the MacGuffin, threateningly.

Of course, McGuffin also held his wand tightly to guard against Voldemort, but it was clear that the arrogant dark wizard didn't take the threat of McGuffin seriously.

After being messed up and failed by the little wizard in an imperfect state for the last few times, Voldemort probably wanted a thorough and incisive victory, and wanted to crush the little wizard to vent his anger and arrogance.

McGuffin also naturally knew that although the Voldemort in front of him was probably not in a complete state (you can also know this by looking at the shrunken figure), he also knew that he could not compete with it now.

...It seems that Voldemort still has something to ask of himself now, so he probably won't make a sudden death attack, delaying the time first, and now he can only pray that those guys from the Ministry of Magic can act quickly... Counting the time, the Ministry of Magic should have received his share of the message.

McGuffin tried his best to use [Occlumency] to close his thoughts... Thinking about his next actions, while being careful to guard against Voldemort, he was coerced to follow Voldemort to the door from the [Hall of Time] to the [Hall of Prophecy].

The two of them entered it.

Holding each other, confronting each other and walking forward.

The [Hall of Prophecy] of the Department of Mysteries is probably the place with the most hidden secrets in the entire European magic world.

The space of the whole house is as tall as a church, filled with towering shelves of the same brown and black color, making it like a labyrinth of tunnels.

Most of these shelves are filled with fist-sized crystal balls, some are gray and some are shiny.

In addition to the faint blue candlelight of the candles on the wall, the light here is only the light of the silver mist in the crystal balls.

McGuffin walked in the dark passage between the shelves and the crystal balls.

In the glass ball on the shelf, there are silver figures constantly changing. Most of the scenes are some mysterious wizards explaining something to other wizards...

suddenly,

McGuffin stopped when he saw one of the larger crystal balls.

The washbasin is so big... The scene demonstrated in it is very famous, especially a certain person...

Voldemort also stopped, and he also saw the crystal ball coming, and there was a certain mockery on his face... but there was also a touch of emotion.

He didn't stop McGuffin from stopping to watch, wasting time.

Demonstrated in the crystal ball:
- is a dilapidated, stone steps, like a cemetery meeting place.

It was underground, and there was a faint blue translucent will-o'-the-wisp floating around.

On the stone steps, wizards of various countries constantly appear and stand...men, women, old, young...poor, rich, wearing Muggle suits, tuxedos, shabby work clothes, pikes, gorgeous robes...old-fashioned, fanatical...German, French, American, British...all kinds of wizards can be seen, and there are even employees of the Ministry of Magic who are hostile to the organizer...

With so many wizards added together, it was comparable to a small Quidditch match.

McGuffin sighed in his heart, truly worthy of Grindelwald, he was much more organized than Voldemort's kind of "Kamikaze" style terrorist composed of a dozen... dozens of Death Eaters.

(Of course. McGuffin dared not let Voldemort himself know what he was thinking now)
In the middle and bottom of the venue, there was a middle-aged wizard with a short beard and short white hair, who was speaking loudly and expressively.

The short white hair is unkempt and grows in a mess, as if it has been washed, cut and blown like magic.

And the guy's attire is not the kind of gorgeous robes that are commonly seen on high-end pure-blood great wizards... He is wearing a black western-style dress, with something like a snuff bottle (with a bright red drop of blood inside) hanging from the breast pocket... The silver chain is directly connected to a button.

All kinds of outfits combined with his white and shiny skin, unexpectedly had a different kind of charm.

Not enough, one of this guy's eyes has a ring-shaped pupil, which looks extremely sinister... This may have slightly destroyed his slightly weird charm, but it also added a bit of tough iron-blooded feeling.

Although McGuffin was able to hear one or two whispers in the crystal ball when he walked inadvertently before.

But now when he listened carefully and watched, he could only hear rustling... unidentifiable sounds.

"Grindelwald!"

Voldemort pointed out the protagonist of the story McGuffin was watching, and he slowly commented in a tone that had never appeared before, "A loser! A coward! A weak, courageous wizard... This kind of person can be compared with me..."

His words were mixed with emotion and obvious contempt, and McGuffin even felt a bit of jealousy.

McGuffin stared at Voldemort's snake face, trying to make out something.

Are the previous and subsequent generations of Dark Lords really unconnected as in the plot?

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to take souls, and he can't read human emotions from that snake's face.

He got nothing.

At this time, there was a new change in the crystal ball,
Grindelwald waved his hand, and a young witch wearing a women's cap stood out from behind him, holding an off-white skull in her hand.

Some kind of flame flickered slightly in the skull's eye sockets.

And a long, pipe-like snake body protruded from the bottom of the skull and meandered into Grindelwald's hand.

He picked up the strange snake body with circular patterns, said something loudly to the audience around him, then put the snake head into his mouth, and slowly took a deep breath from it.

The flames in the skull's eye sockets are shining brightly,
Then the billowing smoke was spit out by Grindelwald.

Thick fog came out and appeared in the venue, and the smoke transformed into various figures.

It's all Muggles World War II scenes...

Machine guns, bullets... Soldiers from both sides are fighting in trenches, rushing on the battlefield... Tanks, huge iron boxes suddenly appear, crushing them with an invincible posture (causing the wizards in the field to exclaim)... Corpses are everywhere, piled up with piles of stumps... Mosquitoes and flies are densely swarming, emerging in the ubiquitous blood water... Even carrion vultures and jackals don't want to come near this hell...

Airplanes, cannons... Bombs are raining down from the sky... Houses and tall buildings are gradually collapsing. In the black and gray dilapidated ruins, people are struggling to gather, begging...Everything on the earth is trembling, and everything in the city is crying...

Until finally... a sun-like bright light broke through the smoke... a nightmarish orange-red mushroom cloud... rising, expanding,...

Just like the real demon king descended into the world, that terrifying power even separated by two phantoms, even decades... still makes people extremely shocked, trembling, and terrified.

It seems that nothing in the world can stop this power.

When Grindelwald ignited a series of blue flames to clash with a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, the picture in the crystal ball suddenly disappeared.

The silver smoke disappeared.

"Okay, it's time for us to get out of here." Voldemort whispered, and for some reason, McGuffin heard that his mood became very bad, and he looked even more grim.

The two of them turned around the towering shelves in silence. The crystal balls inside were like history, recording brilliant wizards one by one, each one so powerful that the magical organization that influenced an era turned into ashes with the passage of time, leaving only some vivid images and imprints here.

79...82...

The two are gradually approaching their destination.

McGuffin knew what Voldemort wanted to do, and he wanted to get Harry's [Prophecy Ball] for himself.

But isn't that something only Harry can get?
For some reason, Voldemort was the first to speak while walking, and said to McGuffin in a negotiating tone, "McGuffin Albert, what do you think? Grindelwald's prophecy and speech just now... From the perspective of your Muggle wizard..."

"According to your level... you should know that coward Grindelwald?" he added.

McGuffin didn't know what Voldemort wanted to hear, so he could only comment on Grindelwald in a vague way, trying not to irritate Voldemort, and try to delay the time.

"Grindelwald's speech, and the Wizarding War decades ago are the inevitable results of that era..."

(End of this chapter)