Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 447 Play hard to get
Hathaway Romanoff took out a crystal ball, whispered a few incantations, and then—

"Bang—" Hathaway slammed the crystal ball to the ground.

The crystal ball shattered, and a blinding light instantly filled the entire room. Then, after the light faded and everyone opened their eyes—

The surrounding scenery had completely changed.

Yes, they no longer seem to be located in the drawing room on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks pub, but rather in the plaza behind Hogwarts—

That must be the Hogwarts square, many Slytherins who had lived at Hogwarts for at least four or five years confirmed to themselves.

However, the difference is that Hogwarts Square is now in ruins, with countless broken stones, severed arms, and giant corpses piled up in the square.

In the center of the square, two people stood facing each other—

One of them, though for some unknown reason, had become much shorter and older, and his hair had thinned considerably, but without a doubt, that was—

"It's Harry!" Draco Malfoy exclaimed at the opportune moment. "Although I don't know why he looks like he's going bald and has gotten much shorter, it's definitely Harry!"

And another person—

Its head resembled a pale, hard-boiled egg, covered in dense veins. Its entire face looked like a hybrid of a human and a snake, with eyes flashing red and a flat nose consisting of only two slits like electrical outlets.

"Yes, yes, it's Voodoo... Voodoo... it's the Dark Lord!"

Someone in the group shouted something, which instantly caused a slight disturbance—

After all, Voldemort, the Dark Lord... was far too terrifying for both his enemies and his own people.

So even though many of the talented young people present had fathers or brothers who were Death Eaters, they still couldn't suppress their fear when faced with Voldemort's true form.

There seems to be a conversation between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Voldemort gracefully and nobly circled around Harry Potter, muttering something in a fit of rage as he did so.

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst forth from the sky overhead, and half of the dazzling sun peeked out from the horizon. Dawn quietly pierced the darkness and descended upon this space.

The sunlight shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks turned fiery red.

In that instant, as if someone had flipped a switch, countless cacophony of sounds flooded into the ears of the onlookers.

In the center of the square, Voldemort and Harry simultaneously raised their wands and shouted their most fervent hopes to the sky:
"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

With a loud bang, like a cannonball exploding, golden flames shot out from the very center of the circle they had been repeatedly stepping on—that was where the spells collided.

They saw Voldemort's green light meet Harry's red spell light, and they saw the Dark Lord, whom they considered invincible, struggling with all his might to hold his own against Harry Potter.

They also saw Harry's red light gradually approaching, squeezing Voldemort's green light bit by bit.

Finally, as time passed, the red light overpowered the green light and struck Voldemort.

Voldemort's wand flew into the air, appearing as a deep black in the rising sun, and swirled towards Harry.

Harry, with his Seeker's skill, caught the flying wand with his free hand. Voldemort staggered backward, his arms outstretched, his long, narrow pupils rolling upward in his bloodshot eyes.

"Puff-"

The Dark Lord, the invincible Dark Lord who seemed to loom over everyone like a demon, fell—no, not only that, but pieces of something like ashes flew out of Voldemort's body.

In the end, little by little, Voldemort turned to ashes.

That concludes the prophecy.

The surrounding scene dissipated like smoke, and Malfoy, Hathaway, and the other Slytherins were still standing in the enlarged bar room.

From the moment Hathaway smashed the prophecy orb to the moment the prophecy disappeared, no more than five minutes had passed, but the Slytherins present felt as if they had been transported to another world.

It felt as if an absurd century had passed.

“This is a prophecy from the great leader, Mr. Grindelwald,” Hathaway Romanoff said with a sneer. “If any of you still don’t know who Mr. Grindelwald is, I suggest you go back and look it up in books or ask your elders.”

“I have shown you this prophecy, which you can regard as our Tarot Society’s gesture of goodwill toward the pure-blood families,” Hathaway Romanoff said coldly. “Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”

"But I suggest that you and your families prepare yourselves as soon as possible for the reckoning that will follow Voldemort's defeat," Hathaway Romanoff said, her face still cold. "Voldemort's downfall is not far off, and I hope that you will be prepared to be purged by Dumbledore and the others when that time comes."

Among the Slytherins present, although some did not understand why they were being "purged," those who did understand turned pale.

"Heh..." Hathaway Romanoff sneered. "After all, even if Dumbledore has the best temper... he wouldn't allow those pure-blood families who have chosen the wrong side twice to continue to exist, right?"

The Slytherins' faces turned even paler.

“Especially since I’ve heard that Dumbledore hasn’t been in such a good mood lately,” Hathaway Romanoff added.

“What does Miss Romanoff mean?” one of the Slytherin students who had already graduated stepped forward.

“Alastorokhov,” the older young man introduced himself, “I wonder what insightful opinion Miss Romanov has?”

“I have no brilliant ideas.” Hathaway Romanoff sneered again. “I’m just giving you a heads-up; you can take it as goodwill from our Tarot Society.”

"Can I take this as Miss Romanov threatening us?" Alastorokhov asked, his tone blustering but his voice betraying his fear.
“Hehehe…” Hathaway Romanov laughed expressionlessly, “Threats are a pathetic tactic, I’m not used to using them.”

“Threatening you to stand on our side, threatening you to join us, is an insult to our great cause,” Hathaway Romanov said. “We, the Tarot Society, cherish you, cherish your pure bloodline, just as we cherish our own wings.”

“I hope we are gathered here, gathered together, not just because of a common enemy and a common fear.”

"I hope we can share a common ideal and belief."

“Voldemort is not our common fear,” Hathaway said. “He’s not even an enemy.”

“Our real enemy is the Muggles,” Hathaway said. “There are 5.7 billion Muggles on this planet. They are human beings, just like us, with hands and feet, organized and capable of fighting, not 5.7 billion pigs.”

"To kill all Muggles according to Voldemort's plan? Hmph—" Hathaway Romanoff scoffed, "He's delusional."

“Dumbledore may be senile, but he’s right about one thing,” Hathaway said. “Muggles shouldn’t be underestimated.”

"Do you know why I made this room bigger?" Hathaway's face showed an expression for the first time, an expression of mockery. "I'm mocking you, I'm mocking your narrow-mindedness."

“I’m laughing at your arrogance,” Hathaway Romanoff laughed. “You insignificant people are in the room of giants, yet you arrogantly think you are the masters of this room.”

"Take care, my colleagues," Hathaway Romanoff concluded with a polite smile. "That's all I have to say. An era of change is coming."

(End of this chapter)