Chapter 422: The Brewing Conspiracy, Seeking the Past

While Ethan and his friend were chatting with Dumbledore, senior Tom, who was far away in Germany, was very depressed.

After suffering setbacks in the real world, Senior Tom once again turned her attention to the deep world. However, most of the kings of the deep world had been crippled, and only one relatively intact new guy was left, who was still sealed.

In order to connect to the deep world and receive His message, Senior Sister Tom had to pay a huge price.

"Third level, past, and wipe out." These three short words made Senior Sister Tom use up the souls of three people. You know, these are three full prophecy opportunities.

She needed to get more reinforcements, Senior Sister Tom thought to herself, but now she had more important things to deal with.

"Someone come here." Senior Sister Tom, who was sitting on the throne, shouted.

The door at the end of the hall was pushed open, and several Death Eaters wearing metal masks walked in.

"Go and capture some Muggles. I want them alive." Senior Tom ordered.

Soon, the Death Eaters captured more than twenty innocent passers-by from the street and brought them to the middle of the hall under the control of the Imperius Curse.

Senior Tom walked forward, killed half of them without hesitation, and recited a strange prayer.

"Lord of the Silent Lord who controls time, the invisible being that wanders between the past and the future, please give me your power for our common enemy."

The third layer of the deep world - the Silent Plain. The vast land suddenly broke apart, raising smoke and dust, and the broken soil and rocks were solidified in mid-air. Everything seemed to be wrapped in amber and fell into silence.

The huge clock composed of endless nebulae and black holes has been completely broken. There is a big hole in its center torn by the claws of a wild beast. Having lost its core, it is impossible to project its power to Senior Sister Tom who is far away in reality.

Through the sacrificial ceremony, Senior Sister Tom also felt the weakness of anti-entropy. She killed the remaining people without any hesitation, extracted their flesh and souls, and pried open a door to the deep world in the world.

Tiny cracks appeared on the Jingshi Plain. Sister Tom Xu saw golden particles floating in the air. She hooked her magic wand and absorbed the particles into her hand.

"The power of time." Senior Tom looked at the particles in her hand with fascination.

"It's a pity that He is too weak, otherwise I could send my entire self back. But it doesn't matter, being able to send a part of myself is enough." Senior Sister Tom smiled.

Then, the black gel enveloped her carcass and she split, literally split, into a five-year-old-sized Tom.

She projected the last of her anti-entropy power onto her younger self, and then in a flash of white, she traveled back to the past.

Of course, what Senior Sister Tom did could not escape Edmund, who controlled most of the core of Anti-Entropy. Edmund, who was far away in Egypt, looked up at the sky.

With the help of the Anti-Entropy Core, Edmund saw Voldemort praying to Anti-Entropy, and also saw her act of sending himself to the past.

"Trouble." Edmund wanted to get up and chase after him, but Amin and Noura walked in.

"Voldemort and his men are launching a second attack on us, and she is on her way here." Noura came up and brought Edmund the bad news.

"She knows my strength, so she wants to hold me back? This is too tricky." Edmund was a little anxious.

Edmund pushed his chair away and called up his personal terminal, ready to contact the person in charge in Avalon, but a hand and a cat's paw reached out and grabbed Edmund who was about to send a message.

He turned around and saw a girl in a dark grey suit holding a leopard print cat standing behind Edmund.

"Arthuri!?" Edmund raised his eyebrows, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes, "I will send you there now."

As he spoke, Edmund pulled down the Church of Bones, and at the same time, the power of anti-entropy unfolded. A dial appeared behind him, and the same white light flashed, and the two people in front of Edmund were sent away.

"I hope everything goes well." Edmund stared at the window in a daze.

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In January 1980, England was still covered in heavy snow, and the entire wizarding world was filled with a solemn atmosphere, because everyone was in fear, fear of the man known as the Dark Lord.

A white light flashed, and two travelers from different time and space arrived from one turbulent era to another.

"So, shall we go straight to Aiden now?" Rada licked her paws in Arthursi's arms.

"No, we can't connect directly. Have you forgotten what we are here for?" Arthuri tapped Rada's little head and put her on the ground.

"Well, weaving dreams for people of an era, and drinking the potion at the moment the dream is formed." Rada squatted at Arthuri's feet, and the two Sequence Four spectators looked at the passers-by indifferently.

The next second, a pedestrian walked in front of the two people, and the two people who had just been standing there disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, in Riddle Manor, the young senior Tom has just completed his fortress, an alchemical matrix covering the entire manor, a weapon to fight against the greatest white wizard.

He inserted the chaotic fragments of the Deep Lord left by his great ancestor Salazar Slytherin into the core of the matrix. He also plundered the property of several pure-blood families and exchanged them for alchemical materials to ensure that the matrix would not require additional maintenance for decades.

Just as Senior Tom was about to leave with satisfaction, a white light flashed on the ceiling, and then a little girl about five years old fell into his arms.

Senior Tom: “….”

Senior Tom: “….”

"These eyes, are you my daughter? Have you obtained the power of anti-entropy?"

Feeling the magic of the girl in front of him, which was the same as his own, Senior Tom had already begun to imagine himself outlasting or killing Dumbledore and becoming the king.

"No, you are dead, and I am you." Senior Tom ruthlessly interrupted his fantasy and forced the cold truth into Senior Tom's mouth.

“What…!!!” Senior Tom was furious.

"Master, what's wrong?" Several Death Eaters rushed in and saw their master holding a girl with the same pupils as him, and then they all showed a look of understanding.

"Get out!" Senior Tom's magic power exploded, and the black magic power formed a solid wall that pushed out all the Death Eaters who entered.

"Now, tell me clearly what is going on!" Senior Tom put his future self down and looked at her coldly.

"Prewett, a family that has haunted us but cannot be obtained." Senior Sister Tom's blood-red snake eyes revealed murderous intent.

"What, it's them, they gave birth to new dragon people, right?" Senior Tom knew the secrets of each pure-blood family and quickly deduced some information about the future.

"The dragon people are only part of it. The most important thing is that Prewett holds the final agreement in his hands!" Senior Tom told the most important information, and greed immediately flashed in Senior Tom's eyes.