Science students at Hogwarts

Early morning in Las Vegas.

A tall and handsome man slowly buttoned the last button, his movements showing an indescribable grace.

He is probably in his 30s. Time has not diminished his good looks, but has added a hint of maturity to his handsomeness.

The Twisted Acacia tree swayed slightly. It was in flowering season at this time, and its light yellow flowers stretched wantonly in the sun. However, its variety seemed to be unusual, and there was a faint hint of red around the petals.

The sound of digging and chatting could be heard in the distance.

The man walked out onto the terrace to take a closer look.

As soon as he opened the door, the raging heat wave attacked him unruly.

He frowned subconsciously, took out his wand and tapped the coat twice, and the black cloth immediately lit up with a dark golden light.

Coolness immediately enveloped him.

But instead of relaxing, the man's expression became even more gloomy.

There is no other reason. As the eldest son of the Avery family, one of the Holy 28, when has he, Victor Avery, experienced such a day?When had he ever worn such inferior clothing that still required his manual operation to inspire?

Everything has to start with that person.

The reason the Everly family chose to follow the Dark Lord was simple: they wanted to go one step further.

This is also the purpose of most families.

28 families is too many, and reducing it by half would be better for everyone.

It cannot be the same as before when the imperial army came. Then didn’t the imperial army come in vain?

As for the theory of pure blood?

It's just a tool, used to brainwash low-level wizards. To be honest, even if there are no marrow wizards, with their abilities, they will probably be just staff in this life.

Most members of the Holy Family laughed off such remarks.

They don't care whether they are pure wizards or hemp wizards who work for them. Even ghosts have to extract their due value.

Except Blake.

Thinking of them, Victor couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

The Black family is the oldest pure-blood family, but unfortunately they are generally not very smart.

They really support the theory of pure blood.

Bellatrix also loves and follows the Dark Lord from the bottom of her heart.

Their foolishness ultimately led to the downfall of the Black family.

Victor liked to while away the time before meals thinking about their misery.

He prefers to taste the pain of the enemy forces than the Black family of the same camp.

For example: Amelia Bones, who should have been the Minister of Magic but was kicked out of the core of power, and the impoverished Weasley...

Only by thinking of these things can he feel better and numb himself.

After the Dark Lord failed, he and Avery Sr. fled to the United States in embarrassment.

They gave up almost everything!

Fortunately, Victor got his first pot of gold through a Ponzi scheme.

Then he moved to Las Vegas alone.

There's only one thing going for you in Las Vegas.

Soon, he re-established his own business empire. Although it is not as rich as the Everly family, it is still considered to be the richest.

Just then, the Dark Lord returns.

And his immortal father actually contacted him!

Victor had to give the best of himself, his manor, his possessions and even Avery's house elf!

Just to satisfy old Avery's fantasy of returning to England!

Fortunately, he died of illness not long ago.

Victor picked up the coffee and tasted it carefully.

Most of the elves in the United States are employed. They have no merit, are clumsy, and do not protect the privacy of their employers.

He has been waiting for half an hour!

Damn Mike hasn't brought his breakfast over yet!

Victor watched boredly as the people in the distance were digging holes and filling soil with shovels, and decided to expand the Muggle Expelling Curse a little more.

"interesting."

A charming woman appeared behind him. She was wearing a red dress, which perfectly highlighted her proud figure. The silver brooch made her look more energetic, and her light golden slightly curly short hair was smoothly decorated. Looking at her beautiful face.

"You seem to like watching ants very much." She looked into the distance and casually picked up the candy that Mike had just given.

What a Dorcas.Victor thought disdainfully, but did not show a trace of it on his face. Instead, he showed an elegant and charming smile.

"Good day, Miss Wilkinson."

"Oh, honey, stop being so distant and call me Brianna."

As he expected, Brianna Wilkinson's face turned slightly red and she looked at her coquettishly.

"Brenna, the potion is almost ready..."

"Merlin's beard, that's great, we'll be ready to welcome the Dark Lord back soon!"

Brianna interrupted, chattering.

How noisy, Victor thought, echoing her.

"Thanks to you, Victor." Brianna looked at him affectionately, "Where else would we find a place that echoes the astrology?

"To be honest, I always thought Hesper's story was a scam. How could the moon phase affect the potion? Could it be that the potion is a werewolf?"

She giggled.

Victor added another comment to her evaluation: uneducated and incompetent.

"My dear, for the sake of the Dark Lord, we must be more cautious."

"Yes……"

The conversation gradually became quieter, and the two figures disappeared behind a wall.

After a while, they reappeared, and Victor reluctantly said goodbye to Brianna.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the secret room again.

"She's gone?" The pudgy man chopped up the Posidonia seaweed and threw it into the magic juicer.

"Yes." Victor obviously didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. He stared at the burgundy transparent gem with fascination.

After a long while, he chuckled with unknown meaning.

"The magic power in the Philosopher's Stone is limited. I guess it can extend the life by up to 20 years." The man on the side slowly poured the juice into the filter.

"Our Dark Lord will not be willing to maintain the current situation, Morgan." Victor said with a sarcastic face, "We have to speed up the progress."

"So, do you think the Philosopher's Stone can only last him 25 years?" Brianna played with the brooch with her hand and looked at her subordinates sideways.

"Maybe it's shorter. After all, it's hard to see clearly through the brooch..."

"It doesn't matter," Brianna's eyes fell on the crystal bottle with golden patterns, and there was faint dancing inside.

Silvery white mist emerges.

"Ovid, have you found a way to control the soul?"

Ovid handed over a notebook with a rose cross drawn on the black cover.

Brianna flipped through the pages, showing her usual charming smile.

"Miss, I don't understand. Didn't we already make a deal with the Dark Lord?"

"Ovid, we just need a Dark Lord, and which one? I think everyone would prefer an obedient one."