Chapter 175 Boguna
Meka Anders smiled and glanced at everyone in the tavern. She was not surprised by everyone's reaction, but she was a little helpless.
After the basilisk blood was injected into his body, his body seemed to have eaten some kind of catalyst and underwent a lot of changes in a short period of time.
Not only has his body become taller, his skin tone has also become whiter, and even his facial features and temperament have been greatly improved.
This made his already outstanding appearance become even more prominent.
With this face, if he applied for a job as a paparazzi reporter for the Wizarding Prophecy Daily, he would be kicked out very quickly.
If not for anything else, just because like a big light bulb, there is really no way to hide in a crowd and do some sneaky things.
Ignoring the following gazes of the witches, Meka walked towards the long table and sat down next to Harry.
Just as he was about to wave to the boss to order a meal, Mrs. Weasley across the street stopped him.
"Come on, kid." Mrs. Weasley pushed over a portion of mashed potatoes, toast, and beef stew, and said with a kind smile,
"This is what I ordered just now. Our whole family can't finish it, so don't dislike it."
"How could that happen?"
Meka thanked her, didn't refuse, and started eating. While eating, she gave thumbs up in praise, making Mrs. Weasley cover her mouth with laughter.
Mrs. Weasley chatted with him like this, nodding to him frequently and smiling non-stop.
In her eyes, this little wizard was not only handsome but also very polite.
When asked about academic performance, he has been among the best in the school for two years, sometimes even better than Hermione, a little girl who loves to read.
"It would be great if he were my son..."
Mrs. Weasley glanced at Ron who was playing with a mouse and was giggling. She suddenly became angry and glared at him:
"Why don't you put that mouse away quickly? You have to go back to school tomorrow, and you are still playing now?!"
Ron was a little confused, but under pressure from his parents, he silently put away his pet rat.
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Greece, a sewer entrance somewhere in the ruined city.
A black mouse climbed onto the manhole cover and transformed into a stooped old man in a burst of black mist.
He held a wizard's prophecy daily report in his hand, glanced around, his eyes fell on the corpses on the ground, and suddenly said:
"Master, the entire Titan organization has indeed been destroyed, but I did not find any traces of the white wizard you mentioned here, nor did I find the magic items with your scent that you mentioned."
A dark room emerged from his body, and another pale face appeared on the side of his face.
Voldemort opened a pair of eyes, his pupils moved slowly like worms, looked at the ground, and then fell silent.
"Did I guess wrong?" he thought to himself.
In his imagination, if Dumbledore went here in person, it would probably be to prevent his rebirth. After all, the greatest white wizard today is already old and has not been running around for some things for many years.
The way to prevent himself from being reborn is to destroy some of the 'horcruxes' that contain his soul.
He speculated that with Dumbledore's wisdom, it was very likely that he could be reborn through some special magic items from the leather diary.
Therefore, he came here, wanting to find the old 'horcrux', fuse the remaining souls in it, and try to revive it again.
Voldemort was thinking, still looking at the corpses on the ground. Seeing that each corpse seemed to have different injuries, he asked:
"This seems to be a multi-person operation, Boguna. I need to know who organized this operation."
The old man named Boguna narrowed his eyes and replied:
"The news I received is that the person who organized the reward is Countess Tevasa of Greece."
"Where is she now?"
"The turmoil caused by this time was too big. It seems that many members of the big family also died here, so she is most likely still hiding in a private manor in the UK to avoid the limelight."
Voldemort nodded slowly, and his face disappeared immediately, leaving only a voice:
"Find her and I want to know all the details of this operation."
"At your command, Master."
Old Boguna responded.
He quickly disappeared from the spot, and his figure turned into a whirlpool.
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After lunch, Meka booked a room at the Leaky Cauldron, planning to rest here for one night and go directly to the nearby Nine and Three-Quarters train station tomorrow.
He casually flipped through the books he bought for the new school year from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, chose one and lay beside the bed to read, when suddenly the radio next to him made a sound:
"According to information from the Albanian Ministry of Magic, the dark wizard Boguna Roko, who was wanted and arrested by the Albanian Ministry of Magic, suddenly escaped from the forest prison in the deep dark forest three days ago and left Albania."
"Relevant sources informed that Boguna is a notorious killer internationally. He is good at disguise and lurking, and his strength cannot be underestimated.
He once assassinated the United States Minister of Magic. Although he was unsuccessful, he was also the first assassin in history to assassinate the United States Minister of Magic and escape unscathed.
After Boguna fled this time, he sneaked into the house of a wealthy wizard, stole his treasured door key, and probably went to England. It is hoped that relevant parties will treat it with caution. "
"Oh?" Meka looked up from the book and smiled:
"There are quite a few prisoners who have escaped recently, including one from the British wizarding community and one from Albania."
"But this guy is so fierce. He directly assassinated the Minister of Magic. It's really awesome..."
After reading the book for a while, Meka started practicing magic again.
The magic experience gained from the owner of the manuscript of "Wandering with Werewolves" has not been fully converted. He guessed that after all the memories are converted, it is estimated that it can reach about level 26.
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One day later,
Wiltshire, Tewasha Manor.
Old man Boguna held the magic wand against Mrs. Tewasha's head. He squinted his eyes and got all the information from Mrs. Tewasha whose consciousness was controlled.
He also accidentally learned that this incident was related to the rare treasure "longevity potion", and even got a spell that Count Tewasha used to find this longevity potion.
"Potion that can prolong life?" Old man Boguna touched his old face, greed in his eyes.
Immediately, a black mist condensed on his face, and Voldemort's face condensed again:
"The idiots in the Ministry of Magic almost ruined my big plan." Voldemort's eyes moved, and he said slowly:
"But it's not a complete failure. Is there an imitation of the 'elixir of life' made from the Philosopher's Stone? I have heard of it, but I don't know how effective it is..."
He sighed slightly.
If the Philosopher's Stone was obtained before, there would be no need to go through so much trouble to find such an imitation.
But if the Horcrux was not found, he must get any possibility of resurrection.
He ordered:
"Boguna, I said I would take you to find the secret of immortality. This thing may be very important to you and me. You have to get it..."
"I know, master."
Boguna replied.
He cast the spell to find the 'longevity potion' obtained from Mrs. Twasha, and a subtle attraction helped him identify the direction.
Then, his figure disappeared on the spot.
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