Chapter 258 In front of the Magic Fairy Color Stone

In the dark corner, the brown-haired boy looked gloomy, "I don't know why you chose to meet here, Karen."

"Oh, I don't think this should be made public," Karen said, her voice low. "After all, you don't want people to know that you're on the forum—"

"I don't care at all," the brown-haired boy showed his big white teeth, "Many people think I'm crazy. I'm used to being ignored and excluded."

"Then..." Cedric couldn't understand why he would agree to meet him if he wasn't afraid of being exposed.

"Did you know?" The brown-haired boy's voice began to become extremely gentle. "A few decades ago, there was a demon fairy who was considered a madman and was ostracized. However, he was not knocked down by reality. On the contrary, He relied on his excellence to unite a group of his own in the academy.”

"However, greatness leads to jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies. He was too advanced, like Copernicus who discovered the heliocentric theory, and was strangled and sealed by the senior leaders of the academy. In the end, his power was dismantled, and the magical name with magical power was Given to a mediocre person who only has excellent family."

"His history was erased and disguised! He was made into a clown who could be suppressed by a few prefects."

(Voldemort: Stop talking, stop talking, shut up! He is really a clown!)

Cedric: I just said how could Voldemort be a good person. It turns out that the current one is fake, but... why does it sound like 'I' am a Death Eater?

"But as great as he is, he prepared a comeback plan before failure."

"As long as this school still discriminates against and isolates geniuses like me, as long as the old guard is still in power!"

"That plan will be activated!"

"There is no doubt that I am the genius who initiated this plan to bring the magic world to the right path!"

"The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. For example, we were both singled out for being too ahead of our time."

(Little Crouch: Why do these words sound the same as what I said? You are fucking trying to steal the Dark Lord’s attention from me! You’re just trying!)

"We are all very keenly aware of what is wrong with this society. We take the initiative to explore, are not timid, and dare to challenge authority!"

"The similarity between me and him allowed me to peel off the disguised history, find the truth, and find the identity of the plan."

"I also understand that I cannot be the only one involved in this great cause."

"I should be like the Dark Lord, looking for like-minded people."

"You mean" Cedric pointed to himself, "me?"

"Yes! It's you!" The brown-haired boy nodded, "I noticed the similarity between you and me at a glance."

"Just like the Dark Lord is similar to me and better than me. Although you are not as good as me, you are just as similar to me."

Cedric smiled bitterly, I am you, how can I not be similar?

"So, I immediately understood why you were looking for me."

"You are here for..." the brown-haired boy lowered his voice. At that moment, the Golden Snitch approached, "The Magic Fairy Colored Stone."

"Yes." Cedric, whose mind was filled with a lot of information, nodded subconsciously, and then he was shocked. The Dark Fairy is actually my 'self'? I was not prepared to do the mission and the mission goal was delivered to my door?

Surprised, he raised his eyes slightly and noticed the golden shadow shining in the sun, "Who is it? Krum?"

The golden snitch quickly hid in the marshmallow-like clouds.

"We were discovered?" The brown-haired boy bit the nail of his thumb, "There's nothing we can do about it Karen, we have to leave now."

"What? Okay."

Cedric wanted to refuse, but in order to save 'himself' who had gone astray, and Krum and the others should have discovered that 'himself' was the Dark Fairy, he might be able to help Harry and the others complete the task if he followed. He did not refuse the task.

Not far away, Krum opened his eyes.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

Harry: "Good news."

Fleur: "Bad news."

Krum took a deep breath, "The good news is that it is now completely confirmed that Edward Cullen is the Dark Fairy."

"And the bad news is he discovered my surveillance and recognized me."

"It's too late!" Harry pointed to the edge of the fog.

At the edge, Cedric pulled back his sleeve to reveal the mark on his arm, coerced into the mist by Edward Cullen.

What was even more annoying was that Karen gave them a provocative look.

"I spent hundreds of hours after the Care of Magical Creatures class," Fleur frowned. "The mist in the Misty Forest is a chaotic place that blurs distance, speed, and speed. Everyone who goes in, the mist presents a different scene."

"The reason for this is because of the different identities of the people who enter. The fog will automatically identify it and open the space channel in the corresponding area."

“We can’t enter the same space as them unless someone with the same identity leads the way.”

"And Cedric is a student of Hufflepuff, and combined with the possible other identities represented by the mark on his hand, Karen may be targeting him because of that identity. If he can't figure out the identity of Cedric recognized by the Misty Forest, I'm afraid we can only wait here for them to come out. "

"We may know who Cedric is. Let us out," the Prewett brothers said to Krum.

"OK."

Krum replied mentally.

The next second, Krum's temperament changed drastically, and a sense of cynicism and worldly relaxation swept over his body.

"Hello, I'm Fabian Prewett."

"I know what that mark is and how to summon it."

"It's the Dark Mark. The symbol of Voldemort."

("How do the Prewett brothers know how to summon it?" Professor McGonagall was a little confused.)

(Every time the mysterious man and his followers kill someone, they display the Dark Mark in the air.)

(This is an excellent way of intimidation. No one can guarantee that their home will escape the fate of being marked. When you come home after a hard day’s work and find the Dark Mark hovering over your house, this means that you Family members, pets, and even pests left at home are not spared.)

(This is everyone’s worst fear.)

(It can only be conjured by Death Eaters with the Dark Mark on their hands.)

(Dumbledore touched his nose and said, "I was planning to take this secret with me to my own grave.")

("Since the two of them deciphered the Dark Mark.")

("What they like best is to deliberately display the Dark Mark in the air to make the Death Eaters think that the place has been slaughtered.")

(“This is because at that time, a criminal industrial chain had been formed.”)

("Death Eaters kill people, and then the vultures who follow the smell of the corpses are responsible for counting and reselling the deceased's property to serve the Death Eaters.")

(Professor McGonagall's face darkened.)

(After these vultures swept the house, not even a corpse was left. Because in their eyes, the corpse of the wizard is also a good material for making black magic props.)

("Through this, they deceived and killed a large number of vultures." Dumbledore flashed his eyes in memory, "This war profiteering behavior was gradually curbed. The surviving victims could at least see their families. body.")

("However, the shoes of people who often walk along the river are more likely to get wet. When they fished for the Dark Mark again, what they caught were no longer vultures, but real Death Eaters. Then..." Dumbledore Liduo wants to stop talking.)

("Then they were besieged and died in battle?" Professor McGonagall's face was livid with anger, "ridiculous!")

Fabian had no idea that his glorious deeds were being ridiculed by his old colleagues in the Order of the Phoenix.

Since this body was the magic weapon itself, he stretched out his index finger, and as the black mark appeared above their heads, a gloomy tunnel appeared in front of them.

The light blue wall lamps, woven spider webs, mottled light and shadow, and the depth that could not be seen at a glance formed everything in front of them.

"It can't be wrong, it's right here." Harry squatted down, and two fresh footprints in the thick dust proved that they were in the right place.

Three minutes ago.

"It turns out. It turns out it doesn't have to be the correct time, as long as there is a corresponding identity."

The brown-haired boy looked like he was about to cry, "I want to thank them. They helped me make up my mind. Otherwise, the Dark Lord would have been wasted for a while."

He smelled the dust on the ground, as if he was smelling the refreshing aroma of wine.

Cedric's heart sank to the bottom when he saw his other self acting like this.

There is no doubt that this person is the most devout Death Eater, a lunatic dark wizard, or he is a self-PUA that has led him to such a depraved state.

Isolation and cold violence created him.

Even now he still couldn't imagine himself becoming like this.

Fortunately, he paid attention to Harry and the others before entering, and he motioned with his eyes for them to follow.

Warriors like Harry and others who have been following the mission must have discovered many secrets about the mission.

It shouldn't be a problem to come in here.

Cedric comforted himself, thinking this as he followed 'himself' and turned a corner in the tunnel.

The next second, the empty hall appeared in front of them.

Many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes towered up to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above.

On the metal platform in the center of the hall, a glowing gemstone was inlaid on a metal branch standing on it.

The brown-haired boy in front unconsciously quickened his pace. As he approached, the light of the gem began to distort. A face with no eyebrows, made of rays of light, and seemed to be cast with colorful wax appeared in the center of the gem.

After the red-gleaming snake eyes appeared, a cold and stern voice echoed throughout the hall.

"What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

The brown-haired boy took a step forward excitedly and knelt down on one knee, "It has been almost 50 years since you were unfortunately killed."

"50 years? 50 years!" The voice began to become angry, "How many 50 years are there in life?"

"Albus Dumbledore, you underestimate me. You think I will be defeated by time and forgotten by everyone."

"But you forgot, I have gone further than anyone else on the road to immortality!"

"Even though I have been stripped of my body, I am worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul... but I am still alive."

"I don't know who I am now, but I have achieved my goal - to conquer death."

"What about imprisonment and sealing? At least one or two of my experiments worked with magic because I didn't die!"

"I'm not dead! So what if I'm sealed for another hundred years!"

"By then you will be dead bones in the grave, but I will still live forever!"

(Voldemort: Stop talking. Even if you are a demon fairy, you can survive. Why don’t you know this now, you idiot! Digory, wake him up!)

"Maybe. He's dead?" The voice paused, "Kid, is Albus Dumbledore still alive?"

The brown-haired boy's face darkened, "He's still alive."

"Still alive, alive well, alive well." The voice became low, and then became high-pitched, "This is better! Then I can kill him with my own hands and take back everything I have!"

"Decades ago, Dumbledore, in order to insult me, you turned into a student and suppressed me and my family."

(Dumbledore: Please be more careful. Why don’t you use your imagination? A few students really suppressed you.)

Voldemort didn't feel at all that the people who suppressed them were really students.

He is the demon immortal who has traveled the farthest on the road to immortality. Throughout history, no one can compare to him.

The only person who could suppress them was Albus Dumbledore.

He disliked him very much when he was in the orphanage.

After he recognized his ancestors, learned black magic from the magic paintings left by the Slytherin family, and inherited many powerful black magic props, he had a deep fear of him.

When he was purifying his bloodline and killing his mortal bloodline, his father's family, Dumbledore secretly attacked him and destroyed his body.

Fortunately, he survived and finally returned to Demon Fairy Castle.

Just as he was gathering his troops and preparing to take revenge, several 'prefects' came forward to suppress them.

If Riddle in this world knew what Voldemort was thinking, he would be very upset. I'm not dead either. I'm in solitary confinement. Who are you? It caused all my men to go to jail, and once the confinement was over, they also had the shameful name of Voldemort.

But Voldemort didn't know about Riddle's existence. He thought that he was the real body and that he was secretly attacked and killed and his body was destroyed.

After being sealed for so many years, he relied on his amazing wisdom to deduce the mastermind behind the scenes - Albus Dumbledore.

Now, he was even more prepared to take away the life of the little demon fairy who came to wake him up and resurrect him.

"Who is your father?"

Voldemort's voice became gentle. Before killing the little demon fairy, he planned to reminisce about the past and reward him for his merits after his death.

"Amos Diggory." The brown-haired boy became a little embarrassed, "Sorry, my father was not one of your followers in the past. He died very young. In fact, I tried to find your followers. descendants, but they all”

(Amos Diggory: "Is that why, because I died young, Thad became like this?")

"No, this is very good." Voldemort was happy in his heart. He is not the descendant of an acquaintance, so I can just order it spicy! Haha, come to me!

"My child, because of this, you are even more rare. Come closer and let me see your face clearly."

There was suppressed joy in Voldemort's voice, come here quickly, I have already thought of what to reward you, a luxurious coffin board and a name that will go down in history!