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"Hahaha—Cadmus, I really appreciate you more and more."

Voldemort smiled poetically as he took control of Quirrell's body. Extraordinarily high-spirited.

"But what if you know, the magic circle has been formed, and my most loyal servant is arranging huge sacrifice ceremonies all over the world."

"This is the beginning of the ceremony and the end of the ceremony."

"I will be officially crowned King of the World at Hogwarts!

Voldemort's wild look was deeply imprinted in Amber's eyes.

When the truth broke through the fog and appeared in front of Amber, all the previous mysteries were all connected together.

Why is Voldemort going to slaughter unicorns even though he can control Quirrell and get rid of the harm of remnants.

Why did he have to hit Harry on the Quidditch pitch.

Why, he didn't hesitate to expose Castro, but also to transfer himself and Dumbledore out of school.

Got it, got it all.

He slaughtered unicorns, not to drink blood to maintain his own life, but to collect 29 episodes of unicorns' magical long horns to complete this huge ritual magic.

His control of Harry's broom in public was nothing but an eye-catcher, and even if someone guessed that Quirrell was Voldemort, they would only think that Voldemort's purpose was just Harry Potter.

Exposing Castro and transferring himself and Dumbledore out of school is for him to successfully complete the ceremony.

As expected of the second generation of the Dark Lord, as expected of the man who was able to bring darkness to the whole of England by himself.

He was brutal and violent. He does things without regard for the consequences, but he is definitely not a fool.

His every move has a clear purpose. Everyone was deceived by his brutal appearance, but it made him hide the sky and the sea under the eyes of everyone, and completed such a big game.

After seeing this through, Amber lowered his head, looked at the pistol that was running out of ammunition, and threw them aside with a wry smile.

The reason why he took out two spell pistols this time was to eliminate these sacrifices from Voldemort's men in one round.

But the funny thing is that he doesn't care about the lives of these people at all, they are just introductions.

The real chess eye is outside chess.

Thinking of this, Amber's eyes flashed with confusion.

He exhausted all his skills and used his most powerful magical weapon to kill thousands of Death Eaters. But still just doing useless work.

If this is the case, then everything that I have been working hard for will become a thing of the past.

What reform? What progress will all become vain in this same sacrificial circle.

And Voldemort will become the most powerful wizard in the world, no one.

Thinking of this, Amber felt a little hopeless.

If the crux of the matter now lies in this room, there will always be a way for it to sabotage Voldemort's plans.

But there is no way, all the key points are outside Hogwarts, it is unknown how long the sacrifice ceremony has been arranged.

In Hogwarts, Voldemort, who was not far from him at this time, was only a remnant of his soul.

Even if he killed his body, it would be only Quirrell who died.

Voldemort won't die, he can still be the subject, to realize the dream of immortality.

The radiance of magic power spread throughout the magic circle, and Amber could even feel that all kinds of miserable phenomena were appearing in all parts of Europe at this time.

Just as Amber thought. In this foggy city, everyone is looking up at the sky.

That long-lasting fog, I don't know what broke a hole in this matter, and the sun shines on the ground through the fog, but there is no warmth at all, just a bone-chilling cold.

Everyone felt that they were extremely tired, and something in their bodies seemed to be continuously drawn away, making everyone listless.

At this time, in the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, who was talking to Fudge, suddenly turned his head and looked at the street outside the window.

He felt that there was an extremely obscure and huge magic power that was slowly brewing.

Although he didn't know what it was, he stood up for the first time.

"Sorry, Mr. Minister, I need to leave.

Before waiting for the ambush response, Dumbledore took the lead out of the old office, leaving Fudge alone, sitting there with a look of astonishment.

Not only in London, but in Paris at this time, in an apartment facing the street.

A swaying puppet figure is skillfully pouring a cup of coffee.

He skillfully put the sugar, stirred it, and then brought the coffee to the two old men by the window.

However, just as he walked over with a strange step, a slight shaking suddenly took away all the magic power from the puppet.

The magic power connecting the limbs disappeared, the whole villain turned into countless parts scattered on the ground, and the two cups of coffee also shattered on the carpet, brown marks, dirty like blood.

However, the two old people did not care about the changes in the puppets.

A white-haired man is holding a book and looking at the distant sky through the window with a serious face.

"This is... a magic stone?"

Feeling the familiar magic wave, the old man frowned deeply and muttered to himself in the distant sky:

"Albus, what are you doing?"

Somewhere in the jungles of Norway. A middle-aged man with brown curly hair was in a hurry to comfort his pets.

Surrounded by him, there are many XXXXX-level magical animals that the Ministry of Magic clearly prohibits.

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These creatures are undoubtedly extremely dangerous existences, but they are extremely well-behaved around the man in the middle, lying on the ground shivering.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, nothing will happen.

While comforting his companions, Newt felt the magic fluctuations in the air and scratched his head in confusion.

"It's kind of like some man-made Fantastic Beast. Who's doing this shit?"

Voldemort's generosity attracted the attention of the top magicians in Europe, but without exception, they couldn't do anything.

Right now, Amber was the only one who really had the power to stop Voldemort's huge ambitions.

But it's clear that Lady Luck didn't favor Amber this time.

He put all his hopes in the systematic lottery, but none of them were helpful to the current situation.

"Give it up, Cadmus, you should be honored to be a sacrifice to accompany the great Dark Lord forever.

Although he didn't know what Amber was doing, Voldemort couldn't help laughing at that unyielding face.

"Not necessarily, Voldemort. 35

With that said, Amber staggered to his feet, turned and threw himself at the Philosopher's Stone.

"Sign in! Philosopher's Stone!"

[The third update, ask for a monthly ticket for flowers].