Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Because of the difference in height, Tierra took Raven with him, carrying a dilapidated small suitcase——

The traceless extension suitcase that originally belonged to Quirrell was slightly disguised after Tierra confirmed that there were no curses or black magic left on it——

First came to the Leaky Cauldron through Hogwarts' flying stove, and Hagrid was too tall to squeeze into the flying stove, so he had to choose to ride his little broken motorcycle, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning. Off, and Tierra left for the Leaky Cauldron shortly after Hagrid.

"The Leaky Cauldron!"

A light green flame burned through.

Tierra disappeared into the Hogwarts fireplace.

At the same time, a green fire flickered in the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron Bar tens of kilometers away, and Tierra walked out from it.

Today's Tierra is wearing a pure black wizard robe. Using transfiguration to erase the college badge on the Hogwarts school uniform according to memory, widen the cuffs, and conjure a hat as wide as a cloak, with a It can cover half of Tiera's face.

It's like the black robe of the Death Eaters in the movie of the previous life.

It is only 7:30 in the morning, and the official opening time of many shops in Diagon Alley is 8:00 in the morning, so even the Leaky Cauldron Bar, where dragons and snakes are mixed, is a bit deserted at this time, except for the owner Tom, who was busy in the shop early, smiling Apart from saying hello to Tiera, only one or two wizards sat at the dining table enjoying breakfast quietly.

Tierra smiled back, and then went straight through the back door of the Leaky Cauldron to the back wall where the garbage was piled up.

Tier stretched out his right hand, counted three bricks above the trash can, tapped it, counted two bricks horizontally, tapped it, and tapped the position of the two bricks below.

After Tierra clicked three times, the three bricks he knocked on quickly shook and moved around.

A growing void appeared in the middle of the wall, behind which was a winding cobblestone path through which Tierra entered Diagon Alley.

Because it's not yet business hours, the scene is very different from Tierra's first visit. Diagon Alley is still a bit deserted now, and there are hardly any wizards and witches on the street.

Tierra stood at the entrance of Diagon Alley to identify the direction, put a wide hat on her head, and walked towards the direction of Upside Down Alley.

As Tierra walked, she adjusted her body with flesh and blood magic——

Tierra deliberately elevated his height a bit, which made him look much thinner.

At the same time, the skin on Tierra's body turned into a dead waxy white inch by inch, and began to grow layers of faint patterns like snake scales.

When passing by an unopened shop, Tierra took a look in the mirror through the glass window of the shop.

His eyes had turned red, reptilian, and his pupils had disappeared, leaving only a black vertical rod.

Tierra opened her mouth——

His tongue turned into a thin forked tongue, and the upper and lower rows of teeth also became sharp, two of which were larger than the others. Tierra opened his mouth and immediately bounced from Tierra's mouth come out.

Tierra nodded in satisfaction.

Tierra's ability to transform into this appearance is not entirely due to his flesh and blood magic.

It was the Hydra reagent he drank more than two months ago.

Due to the modification of his body by the Hydra reagent, Tierra is more handy in the transformation of flesh and blood—especially the transformation of snakes.

Even if Tierra didn't perform the ritual of transforming into an Animagus, Tierra can now transform into a snake by her own will.

But this transformation is too painful and consumes too much magic power. After Tierra only changed his legs into snake tails, nearly a quarter of his magic power, which is far beyond ordinary little wizards, has been consumed. Mana reserve.

Looking at her ferocious self in the mirror, Tierra suddenly had a glimmer of understanding——

This hideous face was indeed self-reformed by Tierra according to the image of Voldemort in his memory.

But not only that.

Tierra only thought about the image of Voldemort in her mind, and the flesh magic transformed herself according to the image in her mind as if eating and drinking——

There is no obscure and painful feeling when Tierra uses flesh and blood magic.

It was as if Tierra was simply following her instincts through flesh magic.

Reminiscent of Voldemort's resurrected form, and in the original book, Voldemort's waxy skin, scarlet eyes, and——

A nose that disappears a little bit.

Tierra guessed that in the library, a certain Hypor tablet that Merlin did not collect might have fallen into the hands of Voldemort.

Maybe it's from the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, maybe it's from the Room of Requirement, maybe it's from Borginberg's Dark Magic Shop where Voldemort used to work—

In short, Voldemort should have learned about the Hydra potion from a Hypor tablet.

But the slate that records the formula of Hydra's potion is in the hands of Merlin, in the library of Alien.

Voldemort may only have learned about the function and function of the Hydra potion, and may even be the intermediate notes of Hypor's development of the Hydra potion.

Voldemort should have obtained the method of making the Horcrux at this time, and he is very coveted for the effect of the Hydra Potion to increase the magic power almost infinitely.

So the pompous Dark Lord began a decades-long experiment to discover the formula of Hydra potion in himself.

Maybe it was the information on the clay tablet that inspired Voldemort, maybe it was because he learned that the source of the Parseltongue that can be inherited by blood comes from the Hydra potion——

This may be why he must go back to Gaunt's old house and frame his uncle.

He may not simply vent his anger, but needs a pure, Slytherin blood for him to study Hydra potion.

So he got his uncle into Azkaban, got the gallows.

Then, in some way, the civet cat replaced the prince, "stealed" his uncle out and imprisoned him, and experimented with the original Hydra potion on him.

Between lightning and flint, Tierra seemed to connect the dots behind all Voldemort's actions.

Tierra had to admit that although Tom Riddle, who split his soul into seven petals, was a fool, he only knew how to fight and kill during the whole process, and Avada ate big melons at every turn.

but--

Before he lost his mind due to splitting too many Horcruxes, Tom Riddle really deserved his title-the second generation of Dark Lord.

This calculation alone was worth Dumbledore's headache.

After all, Fu Hanhan is different from Grindelwald.

Although Grindelwald was racially discriminated, he slaughtered innocent people and beat his wife.

But Grindelwald is essentially a revolutionary, and what he wants to do is not just for his own benefit, not just for his own immortality.

He has been implementing the life creed of "For Greater Good" all his life.

But Voldemort is different, he is an extreme egoist.

Everything he did was for himself, for immortality, and for dominion.

Not for anyone's benefit, neither Muggles, nor wizards, nor pure blood.

I'm really sorry everyone, I'm really busy today, so the update is a little late.

Tomorrow there will be two updates, one for the main text, and one for a side story that has a little relationship to the main story to celebrate the birthdays of two group friends.

Good night everyone, sweet dreams.