In a certain continent in the southern United States, the place is vast and sparsely populated. On the desert stalls that seem to have nothing, countless "gold-eating old men" are walking quickly through the dirt.
This is a magical animal with a 2X danger level. It looks somewhere between a pangolin and a large beetle. They can eat some relatively hard substances such as ores. This animal does not have much value in potion materials. Its only product is
It's the scales on their bodies.
That kind of scale armor has excellent properties in defending against physical attacks, and is used by many alchemists to refine it into silk thread to make wizard robes.
You can even use ropes directly through the natural holes on it to make armor.
'Shijinlao' generally live in areas with less rain, because they are particularly attracted by lightning and will cause a large area when they die.
This is obviously a very suitable place for them to live, and they are everywhere at night.
But if someone can walk inside and observe, they will find that these "Golden Eaters" deliberately avoid the location of a hilly mountain range in the middle of the Gobi Desert.
Up there, there is a castle that is invisible to the naked eye and shrouded in magic.
On the gate of the castle hangs the emblem of the Gower family, the twenty-eight pure-blooded holy family.
"Ah~~~"
Gore exclaimed, woke up from the soft bed, and stared blankly at the unfamiliar things around him.
After a while, a middle-aged witch rushed in like crazy holding a candlestick, staring at Gower closely, "Child, you are dreaming, right? What are you dreaming about?"
Gao Er wiped the sweat from his head and just looked at her in horror, "Mom, I don't know why, but I've been having nightmares very easily lately. Can you stop drinking those terrible potions?"
"No!" A tall figure walked over from the dark hallway and glared at Gao Er, "That is the magic potion prepared by the master himself. It can help you completely awaken the prophecy ability in your blood. Don't you dare to drink it?"
look?"
"Oh, dear, don't scare the child." The middle-aged witch just stared at Gower excitedly, "Quick, honey, tell mom, what did you dream about this time?"
Goyle opened his mouth, hesitated, looked at his parents, and finally sighed, "I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione."
"Very good, what else?" The middle-aged witch grabbed Gower's arm so hard that the sharp and long nails stabbed Gower's arm randomly and hurt.
But Gore didn't dare to break free. His mother's body had been fragile since she was a child, and her bones could be broken if she accidentally fell.
He just lowered his head and said somewhat dullly, "In the Magic Congress building, I saw Harry holding a prophecy ball in his hand."
"Aha~" The middle-aged witch turned to look at old Gower excitedly, "Quick, go tell the master about this, our Gower family is going to make a contribution!"
Old Gower showed a rare smile, walked over and rubbed Gower's head, "My son, daddy is proud of you!"
As he spoke, he walked out quickly.
“Oh ho ho ho~~”
The middle-aged witch shouted excitedly, "My baby, you are so good. I will ask the house elf to make you a lot of your favorite things tomorrow. How about chicken legs?"
Gore's voice was a little hoarse, and he just said dullly, "Mom, I'm sleepy."
"Oh, okay, my baby."
The middle-aged witch quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from disturbing the child's rest. Seeing Goyle lying on the bed with the quilt pulled up, she couldn't help but sit on the bed board tenderly, patted Goyle's shoulder gently, and hummed.
singing nursery rhymes she heard from her mother.
Mother's singing voice is so gentle that it often puts Gao Er into sweet sleep very quickly.
But now he was lying on his side, facing the moonlight flowing in through the gap in the curtain, his face full of tears.
He is just stupid, not stupid.
He can know what is going on!
But on this side are his parents, on the other side are his friends...
What can he do?
Let your parents be killed by people from the Order of the Phoenix?
Yes, he concealed one of his dreams, one of the most terrifying dreams. It was a terrible battle, and many people rushed towards the Dark Lord Voldemort.
And his father, with open arms to block Voldemort's back, was worthy of the loyalty and bravery he believed in, and used his life to block Professor Snape's sneak attack on Voldemort.
And his mother, after his father died, rushed towards those people from the Order of the Phoenix like crazy, and was controlled by the magic of Professor McGonagall, Professor Sirius and Ron's mother Molly Weiss.
Hit, it was torn to pieces.
That's not a dream!
That's a prophecy!
Gore knew it!
As he burst into tears, everything became more blurry. The potion had terrible side effects and was eating away at his vision bit by bit.
This is what Voldemort told him personally. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Only by closing this window can his spiritual vision that penetrates time see farther and become more powerful.
The breeze dissipated, the curtains fell, the moonlight could no longer shine in, and darkness filled the entire room again.
Mother thought that Gao Er had fallen asleep, so she carefully leaned over and kissed Gao Er's forehead, then left gently on tiptoes.
After his mother walked away, Gore grabbed the quilt and suffocated his head, sobbing sadly, full of confusion and powerlessness about the future.
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"Hey hey hey..."
His Excellency Speaker Tom Riddle smiled very excitedly. He nodded to Old Gore, "Very good, I will remember your contribution."
Old Gower's silly face suddenly brightened up with a smile, "It is the honor of the Gower family to be able to serve the master!"
After Old Gore sat down next to Lucius, everyone started talking.
"This is an opportunity!" Bella, who was sitting next to her with a big belly, shouted excitedly, "take the opportunity to catch them all!"
"No, no, no..." Mr. Speaker Riddle squinted in thought, tapping his fingers on the conference table unconsciously.
"Remember, we are no longer dark wizards. Those in the Order of the Phoenix are dark wizards. We can no longer just know how to kill."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He didn’t know what he thought of, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"After such a long period of fighting, we should know something."
After regaining his sanity, Tom Riddle was no longer the same Voldemort, and his mind began to allow him to think more.
The current scene is so similar to the situation of his senior, what a wonderful situation.
When Grindelwald gave a speech at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, the so-called Aurors who represented justice heard the news and rushed over to surround the place. Grindelwald took a very interesting approach.
Speaker Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows, looked at the figures on the left and right of the long conference table, and chuckled, "No, we won't kill them!"
"From now on, you will all have your own tasks and will temporarily evacuate the Magic Congress building."
"Master!" Bella looked at him in disbelief with wide eyes, "Why?"
"Just do it!" His Excellency Speaker Riddle sneered, "Let the Aurors strengthen the security of the Magic Congress Building and be careful of the evil dark wizards."
"I want to see how many Aurors the Phoenix Society kills to get the prophecy ball?"
"At that time, facing the suffering of these comrades and colleagues being killed, the Magic Kingdom will be completely united!"
"And..." Mr. Speaker Riddle seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were shining, "Oh, yes, and our home was destroyed! These hateful dark wizards of the Order of the Phoenix actually set the Magic Congress on fire.
The building burned down."
Suddenly, countless sinister laughter rang out in the conference room.
Bella shouted like crazy, "Master, master, please let me set this fire!"
Mr. Riddle nodded noncommittally and looked at the subordinates in front of him with satisfaction, "When the time comes, I will pick a few of those in the Magical Congress who have learned from Muggles to do something incomprehensible, and I will take the opportunity to kill them. They all count."