Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 635 TV Station

“Really! Really! Harry is one of the few students I’ve ever seen with this kind of talent. He’s like a perfect combination of Lily and James. Of course, he’s not as mischievous as James. Oh, by the way, Harry, remind me what other classes you’ve taken, Harry?” Horace Lugghorn asked, drunkenly.

“Dark Magic, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbalism—” Harry answered quietly.

“All courses are required for Aurors.” Snape interrupted with a contemptuous laugh, then smiled coldly.

“Yes, that’s right, that’s my ambition,” Harry retorted, not to be outdone.

“I believe in you, Harry! You’ll definitely become a great Auror!” Horace Slughorn shouted, then raised his goblet and yelled to those around him.

"Come, ladies and gentlemen, let us raise a glass to Harry Potter, and to our future great Aurors!"

"Homage to Harry!"

Clearly, everyone was giving Horace Slughorn and Harry face, cheerfully raising their glasses to toast Harry, while Harry—

He then took the opportunity to slip away from Horace Slughorn.

His face was flushed, as if he were very embarrassed.

Harry hunched over and kept his head down, sliding for more than ten steps before stopping, slowly straightening up, and then letting out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t think you should be an Auror.” A light, ethereal voice suddenly came from behind Harry. “The Aurors are part of a conspiracy, and I thought everyone knew they planned to use a combination of dark magic and guns to instigate the Ministry of Magic.”

"Ah! Luna!" Harry was clearly startled by Luna's sudden appearance. "W-Where were you just now? Where were you? Where did you go?"

Harry patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

“I just ran into Tierra and Hermione,” Luna said casually. “Tierra… well, the Tierras invited us to dance. Now Tierra and Hermione seem to have gone to get some food. If I had known you were coming, I should have asked them to get you more Dragon Root Burritos. They smell a little strange, but honestly, they taste amazing. You have to try them.”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Luna,” Harry said. “Well, Luna, do you want to, well, do you want to stay at the ball any longer? I, I’m a little sleepy and want to go home early.”

"Are you going to sleep?" Luna asked innocently.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Harry said, puzzled. “Otherwise, why would I go back?”

"Oh, okay." Luna chuckled softly. "Alright then, I'd like to stay here a little longer."

"Are you alright on your own?" Harry asked sheepishly. He felt terribly incompetent, having dragged Luna into this mess as a shield and then inexplicably abandoned her midway through the ball.

"It's alright. You didn't really invite me to the ball because you wanted to dance with me anyway." Luna smiled sweetly. "With Tierra and Hermione with me, I had a great time at the ball tonight."

"Oh, have fun, have fun," Harry said somewhat awkwardly. "Well, I'll be going now. Goodbye, Luna."

"Goodbye, Harry." Luna waved goodbye to Harry. "Don't go to bed too early tonight. I smell fright bugs on your clothes. You'd better stay up late tonight and starve the fright bugs, or you'll have nightmares." "Uh, thank you, Luna." Harry didn't know what fright bugs were, but thanking them was definitely okay.

Harry bypassed the crowds laughing, socializing, dancing, and drinking, turned to the classroom exit, and slipped away from the classroom filled with laughter, heading up the stairs towards his dormitory.

Dreamland, Cold Plains.

The journey from the caves in the Kush Mountains on the border of Afghanistan in the real world to the Dreamlands was dangerous, but it was nothing to Voldemort, a master of dark magic. In fact, Voldemort rediscovered a long-lost feeling of excitement.

Voldemort felt as if he had returned to his youth, when he had just graduated from Hogwarts and, in search of power and authority, had refused Professor Horace Lugghorn's offer of a position in the Ministry of Magic and embarked on a solo journey to Europe and the Americas.

During his travels, he witnessed many novel things, which greatly broadened his knowledge and strengthened his abilities.

Now, Voldemort felt as if he had embarked on another wondrous journey.

Even though he knew he hadn't even entered the doorway of this journey, the encounters with the highly venomous Cold Spiders and the demon-like Coldlands in the rugged caves had already deeply shocked Voldemort.

Especially when the emotionless, gleaming eyes of the inhabitants of the Cold Plains stared at him, Voldemort felt as if something had struck his brain, filling him with both dread and excitement. And so Voldemort—

They killed them all, then took their bodies away for research.

For Voldemort, the biggest obstacle to entering the Dreamlands from the real world was not the dangerous creatures there, but his inability to find the exact location.

The files he obtained from the Ministry of Magic only specified the area where the entrance was located, at an altitude of 1,800 to 3,300 meters on the southeastern slope of the New Dukush Mountains, in a cave covered with withered ivy.

Therefore, Voldemort had to crawl through several dead-end caves before finding the real entrance.

Then, following a series of unusual footprints, they found the actual entrance.

—Of course, this vague information was deliberately set up by Tierra.

After all, Tiera had been to the Dreamland and even exited from it. Even though he hadn't become a god yet, he could still easily mark any place he had been with his spatial authority.

However, he left behind a vague document, which was intended to control Voldemort's progress in obtaining the Sky Gold, the Flowing Silver, and the Pillar Bronze.

Tierra didn't want Voldemort to get away from the search for Sky Gold, Flowing Silver, and Pillar Bronze too quickly. He had been too hasty in his planning and had left many loose ends, which he wanted to clean up now.

Furthermore, in order for Voldemort to more successfully use the anchor point to return from the divine dimension, just as Horace Slughorn had heard, he planned to start a television station with Xenophilius Lovegood.

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