Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Like a clown who is sensationalizing, just to get the slightest bit of attention."

Seeing this sentence in the diary, Voldemort felt a rush of blood rushing straight to his head.

He wished he could tear up the diary right now and burn the place down.

But soon, the remaining rationality in Voldemort's mind stopped his behavior——

When Voldemort raised his wand and was about to fire the fire, for some reason, he suddenly realized that the words in Gellert Grindelwald's diary were correct——

His ridiculous behavior in the past suddenly flashed before his eyes, his twisted and paranoid pursuit of power and bloodline, just like what Gellert Grindelwald said——

Voldemort turned himself into a clown.

"A true Dark Lord does not only mean powerful power. Of course, I do not deny that strength is the most critical factor in becoming a Dark Lord, but a true Dark Lord is a reformer and a disruptor. The Dharma Master is the warrior who destroys the old world and is the pioneer of the new world."

"Power is only the cornerstone, dominance is the means, and an invincible thought is the eternal soul of a Dark Lord."

"In other words, my thoughts are my invincible weapon."

"My thoughts, or my wishes, have never changed. I hope that after I become a god, there will be no difference between wizards and Muggles, no difference between humans and non-human creatures, no more oppression, no more Exploitation, no more pure-blood families and Muggle capitalists tyrannizing over a few people, no more royal family, no more nobility, no more poverty, no more injustice, no more discrimination."

"Under my rule, no life will be wasted, and they will fight for a common higher goal."

"Under the laws I specify, every intelligent life will have the same opportunity for education, every life will have the same starting point, and every intelligent life will enjoy the same social wealth, as long as If you work hard, you will gain a bright future and have a bright life."

"me too."

"I hope that after I succeed, they will no longer call me the Dark Lord, they will no longer call me leader, I hope they will call me comrade, sir, or teacher."

"I am a member of the mortal race. My thoughts and theories are the correct product of mortal will and practical labor. They are the most rational epistemology and methodology. They are the blood of all workers, resisters and revolutionaries. They are the inspiration of all proletarians to transform the world. sum."

"Stupid!" Voldemort cursed fiercely. He originally wanted to throw the diary on the ground, but after thinking about it, Voldemort honestly stuffed the diary back into its original place on the bookshelf.

"With such a superb talent and such a powerful power, he would actually pity those ants and slaves." Voldemort picked up another diary and quickly flipped through it -

"Disgusting!" Voldemort stuffed the diary back and then picked up another one and started looking at it——

Voldemort didn't know why, but Gellert Grindelwald seemed to like keeping diaries. Not only did he like to keep diaries, but he also liked to keep diaries in detail. After being secretly transferred here by Dumbledore in 1945, he He keeps a diary almost every day. In addition to the research he does every day and the calculations he makes, he even records his own psychological activities and every bit of his time with Albus Dumbledore——

This made Voldemort seem to smell a disgusting sour smell from these diaries.

And they are all recorded in English.

Voldemort clearly remembered that Grindelwald was German, so why not use German?

Voldemort cursed as he continued to flip through the diaries on the bookshelf one after another, looking for records related to "godhood rituals", "research", and "deductions" in Grindelwald's diaries.

Finally, when Voldemort flipped through the fifth diary on the third floor of the bookshelf, he found the content he wanted——

"1971.4.23

After decades of deductions and the contents recorded in the Unnamed Sacrifice Book, I finally found, or rather determined, the reason why the ceremony to become a god failed——

The wizard's is incomplete and incomplete.

To be precise, wizards were created by a god beyond our imagination——

Just like Adam and Eve recorded in the Bible, wizards are part of a race that is separated from the race we call Muggles by some unknown being or entities through unknown means.

In other words, wizards and Muggles are the same in the beginning.

No, it’s different. In the beginning, wizards were incomplete aliens. They were like our house elves today. They were ugly, fragile, incomplete, and could even be said to be dying. If it weren’t for the great god who kept using the divine fruit Feeding us, the original wizards might not even survive their generation.

After that, the great gods let the first few wizards mate with each other and give birth to offspring, keeping the strong ones and abandoning the weak and deformed ones, just like humans select pugs or teddy dogs, almost Generations later, the so-called ancestor of the pure-blood family was born.

According to my guess, the original pure-blood wizards were only born as servants or even tools of the great gods.

But I don’t know why, the gods let our ancestors go free——

More precisely, the god abandoned his creation.

Our wizard ancestors were freed.

The original pureblood family was born.

Because of the divine fruit that fed us in the first place, we have individual power that far exceeds that of Muggles.

But our genes are incomplete, so pure-blood wizards may be infinitely close to the divine dimension, but they can never reach the other side of divinity.

I need a new body.

A wizard child born from a pure-blooded mother who has been hybridized to the point of being deformed, and a completely Muggle father. "

——Voldemort read this sentence repeatedly.

A violent feeling of surprise brewed in his heart, and then exploded.

He used to hate his mother and his father so much, but now, he feels that everything is so logical, everything seems to be a predetermined arrangement of fate.

"Ha, Tom actually believed it." Tiera held a glass of red wine and said to Dumbledore with a smile in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. "He really thought he was the chosen one."