There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Starting Alliance (The Finale)

Quirrell begins to perform face-changing stunts.

It turned green at first, then blue, and finally as black as a pot lid.

Galleons have been fused, where can I get [-] Galleons to return to the professors?
Waiting online, very anxious.

With Voldemort's wisdom, there is no good way.

After using Galleon for decades, it somehow disappeared. Voldemort could not utter a few words quickly, but he would be blocked when he uttered them. Thinking of this, Voldemort became even more depressed.

Up to now, there has been no major change in the ages. Voldemort felt that the times had changed, and he couldn't see things with old eyes.

Lao Ji Fuping, ambition of thousands of miles.

Although Voldemort is old, he still has an ambition!
"Quirrell can't figure out what to do, it doesn't matter, he is a waste."

"And I'm different!"

On the back of Quirrell's head, Voldemort's eyes were deep and cold.

First of all, as the only subordinate, Quirrell must be protected.

It was only five thousand Galleons. Voldemort changed his way of thinking, found another clever way, and really came up with several ways.

But one person counts short, two counts long.

Although Quirrell's mind is not very good, Voldemort has no one on hand now, so he can only discuss with him.

"Wizards are fusing Galleons to try to issue new currencies. We can do the opposite." Voldemort said calmly: "We stole a batch of Muggle gold, turned it into Galleons, and returned it to the professors!"

Quirrell: "..."

Master, how do you grow your brain, isn't this fake?

What if it is discovered!
"Each Gallon is supervised by the Gringotts goblin, and it has a faint magical aura on it. Fake Galleons are easy to spot." Quirrell was worried.

"What does that matter?" Voldemort asked back: "It looks like Canon, it is Canon."

"As for the authenticity... Anyway, Garen will be melted into gold and withdraw from the stage of history. Who cares about the authenticity of Garen?"

"People just care if it's gold."

Quirrell had a headache.

People probably don't care.

But the unbreakable vow cares!

Voldemort's tricks may be able to fool wizards, but they can't fool the unbreakable oath!

"It's okay, I have another idea."

After changing the way of thinking, Voldemort's inspiration was like a diabetes insipidus, and it was out of control.

He discovered a new world!
There is no future for indulging in a fixed society. Even if there is a big mountain in front of a real strong man, he can flatten it neatly and tell everyone that this is flat ground.

"You also make a Horcrux!" Voldemort said: "The unbreakable oath will take away at most one piece of your soul, and the other will live."

"Since ancient times, longevity has been the greatest dream engraved in the hearts of human beings, and there is no one."

"I decided to make the Horcrux production method public!"

Voldemort laughed wildly: "Horcruxes need to be killed to make them. At that time, everyone in the wizarding world knew how to make Horcruxes, and everyone was worried about being killed by others to make Horcruxes."

"In order not to die, all wizards can only kill others in advance, and make their own Horcrux Changsheng Jiushi!"

"This is a conspiracy, open and aboveboard!"

"I want to make the magic world fall into Horcrux involution! Everywhere you look, there are Horcruxes!"

"Mark leads the wizards to destroy the goblins and make the wizards the real overlords of the magic world. Then I teach the wizards how to make horcruxes for longevity and make the wizards the eternal overlords of the magic world."

"From ancient times to the present, no one can compare with him in his achievements, not even the four giants who founded Hogwarts.

"Degos Slytherin, Gryffindor!" Voldemort became more and more excited as he thought about it.

Quirrell: "..."

If you don't want to be made into a Horcrux, you have to be the first to make someone else into a Horcrux.

What is this theory called?Dark forest or introversion?

"At that time, all wizards in our magic world will have Horcruxes to help, everyone will live forever, and everyone will live forever. Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Quirrell lived in Bengbu.

But as he thought about it, it seemed that what Voldemort said was somewhat plausible.

The only question is whether the Horcrux is reliable or not.

As for killing, it is nothing.

It doesn't matter if you just kill someone for longevity.

"I don't know either," said Voldemort.

Voldemort also saw the horcrux from ancient books. After asking many professors and reading a lot of ancient spells, Voldemort finally succeeded in tearing the soul and making a horcrux.

But only a few decades.

Wizards have seen too many things that look good at first, but fade away over time.

Whether the Horcrux that has not passed the test of time can attract wizards from all over the magic world to scramble to refine it, Voldemort has no idea.

"In this case, let's change the method."

One plan failed, and Voldemort made another plan.

Voldemort laughed and said, "Originally wizards and goblins shared the hegemony in the magical world. Now that goblins have been wiped out and wizards are arrogant, I bet the magical animals are trembling."

"In the past, wizards squeezed magical animals too much. Now that wizards dominate the world, all aspiring magical animals in the world feel shivers down their spines and feel their lips die and their teeth feel cold."

"However, the most powerful goblins have been destroyed, what else can stop the wizard?"

"no!"

Voldemort said firmly.

Quirrell believed Voldemort's reasoning, and so did he.

But what is the master's plan? It's pointless to put the facts here and reason. It's a waste of time.

We are very busy, can you stop talking nonsense and say what you want.

"Fantastic animals all over the world, unite!"

Voldemort's voice was sonorous, and his originally frighteningly pale face became resolute.

"Simple giants, werewolves, vampires, and centaurs are no match for wizards at all, but what if they form a close alliance?"

Voldemort was in a frenzy, and he saw a new way!
Since he was notorious on the side of the white wizard, on the side of the black wizard, his damn Horcrux stole the fruits of the Dark Lord's victory.

Voldemort took a deep breath, then give up the disk on the wizard's side and put the basic disk on the magical animal!

"One chopstick is easily broken, but ten chopsticks are tightly hugged into a ball."

Voldemort said word by word: "You are bound by the unbreakable oath, we abandon this body and reincarnate as magical animals!"

"Establish supremacy in Fantastic Beasts!"

Ten years ago, when Voldemort tried to kill Harry, Lily was struck back by an ancient curse and killed on the spot.

Then, Voldemort wandered in the forest of Albania in the state of remnant soul, possessed by many small animals, until he finally met Quirrell not long ago, he changed from animal to human.

Voldemort has rich experience in changing animals.

Ten Years Old Animals!
No matter what, Fantastic Beasts has a better experience than ordinary animals, right?
Quirrell: "..."

Master, you have rich experience in changing animals, but I don't!

I have been a human being for half my life, but you suddenly made me a magical animal, I really couldn't accept it for a while.

Voldemort was full of spirits, and the more he thought about it, the more hopeful he felt.

Wizards do suppress all magical animals in the magical world, but if all magical animals can really unite, they might not be able to fight wizards!
His soul is attached to the magical animal, and he is a magical animal with roots!
Butts are not born with wizards.

"As a magical animal, I will join forces and fight side-by-side, and let all races unite against wizards, which is also a great cause for thousands of years!"

Although all alliances have been bullshit since ancient times, it doesn't matter, it's man-made.

"What's more, wizards are not monolithic. There are a lot of wizards who like magical animals, and there are still filth among countries. As long as we hold on, I can do it!"

Quirrell does not know whether Voldemort can do it.

Quirrell only knew that he was not good enough.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, you should think of a way."

Voldemort was angry.

There are too many keyboard warriors, you can do what you want.

"I want to try that legend," Quirrell said.

Legend, what legend?Voldemort thought for a while, wait, shouldn't it be that one?
When Quirrell was still teaching at Hogwarts, Hogwarts suddenly launched an ancient legendary spell training class, with the famous legendary wizard Dumbledore himself acting as a substitute professor.

At that time, only the best students in the whole of Hogwarts were eligible to enter that class.

According to the reliable information inquired by Quirrell, what Dumbledore wanted to study was a roll of parchment, and that roll of parchment was always stored on the podium of the ancient spell training class.

However, no one knows exactly what was recorded on the parchment.

Voldemort became interested.

Forget about other things, things that Dumbledore wants to study, it will be decided!

"I want to analyze the secrets, and then come to Dumbledore and laugh at him severely!"

Voldemort said what he said and did what he said, and he did what he said!
Quirrell came to the ancient legendary spell training class. There was no one here. There was a scroll made of strange materials on the podium. Even though Voldemort and Quirrell were well-informed, they could not recognize what the material for making the scroll was. .

"Open it!" Voldemort ordered.

Quirrell gently opened the scroll, and there were strange words depicted on it, which had a vague connection with the ancient magic text.

On the side, there is a translation made by Dumbledore relying on his own knowledge.

"Probably 90.00% translated." Voldemort smiled.

It is useless for other people to get this untranslated scroll, but Voldemort is different.

As a top student, Voldemort's academic performance was very good that year.

In the later career of the Dark Lord, Voldemort found too many records left by ancient spells, and finally became a legend.

He is familiar with the ancient runes, and he has created a set of methods for learning characters.

"I read, you write."

Under Voldemort's checking and making up for the omissions, soon, this scroll called the Great Prophecy was completely translated by him.

"It's called a big prophecy, but in a sense, it's more similar to a wishing technique."

Voldemort was ecstatic.

According to the description of the Great Prophecy Technique, as long as the caster thinks out what he wants in his heart, he can speak eloquently and make his wishes come true!
"That is to say, as long as I say that I want to become the king of wizards, and then read it out with the method of the great prophecy, it will change the rules and make me the real king of wizards!"

With a better solution, the few methods Voldemort thought of just now were immediately forgotten by him.

"It's up to you!" Voldemort laughed: "Quirrell, go, use the big prophecy!"

Although Quirrell thinks this spell is very unreliable... Just kidding, this spell is too heaven-defying, let alone heard, he dare not even dream of it.

But compared to Voldemort's first three methods, the priority of the big prophecy was gradually raised.

It's just a spell, if it's not reliable, it's not reliable, what else can it do?

Voldemort said that the three methods were too dangerous, and Quirrell thanked him for his insensitivity.

"The Lord controls everything, the Lord created the world! What the Lord says will last forever will be immortal!"

Quirrell chanted the spell loudly in an aria-like tone, and the sky over Hogwarts changed color. Suddenly, Quirrell felt that a fat man with a fat head and a belly was looking at him from an infinitely far away place.

Next to the fat man lies a crystal clear skeleton... Please forgive Quirrell's lack of language, he really doesn't know what words to use to describe that skeleton.

"Huh?" The fat man was surprised, and then Quirrell's body and soul slowly dissipated along with all of Voldemort's souls.

There is always a price to be paid for exerting power.

Quirrell used the great prophecy to communicate with the existence of the distant world, consuming his and Voldemort's lives and souls.

"There is actually a time traveler." The fat man smiled, and he saw Mark's existence through the void.

A will came into Mark's mind.

"Young man, I am Rogge, a member of the Starting Point Alliance." Rogge smiled and said, "Since you are a time traveler, you are also eligible to join the Starting Point Alliance."

Starting point alliance?Mark blinked, what the hell?
"You are still young, you don't understand. The heavens and worlds, the infinite universe, is very dangerous!" Rogge said with emotion: "I was almost cold back then, but when I reached a higher level, I traveled around the world and was pulled into the starting point by some like-minded friends. alliance."

"Everyone in the league is a good person, and they speak nicely. I like the league so much. Everyone helps each other and deals with danger together."

"If you encounter soft persimmons, you can do it alone. If you encounter hard ones, you just need to say hello. Brothers will stand shoulder to shoulder and blow up all dissatisfaction!"

Is there such a good thing?

Mark didn't hesitate, he could see that this fat man named Roger was extremely powerful, the will in his mind was immortal, and the body didn't know how strong it was.

"I happen to have a problem recently and want to ask the alliance brothers for help." Mark quickly hit the snake with the stick: "I have a friend... I mean, I didn't recruit anyone, I didn't provoke anyone, so I just stayed here and waited to die. Suddenly a guy named Lord God sent reincarnations in."

"The Lord God doesn't respect my sovereignty, and wants to invade us. It's fine if he doesn't treat me as equal and reciprocal. Why don't you live in peace with me? Brother, do you think it's annoying or not?"

Mark beat his chest and stomped his feet, the lord of the other world bullied me... The middle-aged man is powerless, but Mark is really powerless, he hates it!

"I do have a few enemies called Lord God, but the reincarnation..." Rogge thought for a while, "You should be talking about the notorious one in the heavens and the world."

"Coincidentally, many friends in the Starting Point Alliance have widely posted help posts asking about the Lord God's trace, and I'm shaking people now."

As we all know, fat people are very reliable.

Rogge said that if you shake people, you shake people, and you don't drag your feet.

Soon, men with strong or peaceful appearance, indifferent or forthright descended.

"Under Zheng Zha!"

"Meng Qi...I mean, my name is Meng Qi."

"Lucien."

"Wang Zongchao."

"Young Master Gu."

"Chen Ang."

Several men laughed loudly: "It's okay to hit others, as long as it's hitting the main god, we will definitely help out!"

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, the bosses are here, the Lord God is a fart.

It's time to explode the big light ball and live a happy and carefree life!
(End of this chapter)