Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 699 It’s not the time yet

After packing up the teaching materials, Horace Slughorn even left the Potions classroom before the students.

Meanwhile, Brendan Carson turned his gaze away and began a polite and comfortable chat with the classmate beside him.

"Wow, Brendan, you're amazing!"

A freckled boy next to Brendan Carson said in a thick Eastern European accent, "You actually answered all the questions Professor Slughorn asked! How did you do that?"

“Study hard,” Brendan Carson said casually, but then, as if suddenly realizing something, he switched to English with a slight rolled "r" in his voice:

"Just like that gentleman said, all you need to do is study hard. Yes, if you could spend half the time you spend watching the older students practice Quidditch on your books, you could answer all of Professor Slughorn's questions too."

"But that's Quidditch!" the freckled boy exclaimed excitedly. "Being able to fly around in the sky like that is just so cool!"

This freckled boy is named Brirem Friedman, and he comes from a Muggle family in Eastern Europe.

Normally, a Muggle family wouldn't allow someone claiming to be a wizard to suddenly appear at their doorstep and take their child away, but the Friedman family had no other choice—

The turmoil caused by the collapse of that giant red bear has not yet completely subsided, and a huge disaster has descended like a tsunami upon the people of every former constituent country.

The Friedman family was completely out of food; the last cold winter had exhausted their last savings.

Therefore, when the Hogwarts admissions officers arrived with a bag of gold coins and the generous living conditions offered by Hogwarts, Briram Friedman's parents sent their child out without much hesitation.

Therefore, Brim Friedman, a Muggle who hadn't received a very good education, was immediately captivated by all the wonders of Hogwarts upon entering the institution, including Voldemort, who had entered with him under the alias "Brendan Carson." Brim Friedman was charmed by Voldemort's knowledge, demeanor, and occasional wit and humor, and quickly became his follower, going wherever Voldemort went.

Of course, at this time, "Voldemort" did not look like the child version of Voldemort in the cave. No matter how bold and foolish Voldemort was, he would not dare to touch Tyella with his original appearance.

"I'm saying, 'Why are you following me?'" Voldemort looked at his little follower with a hint of helplessness.

“I want to learn from you!” Brirem Friedman said, blinking his innocent-looking big eyes. “I must study hard and surpass you!”

"Breezem Friedman declared angrily."

"Alright, alright." Voldemort glanced indifferently in the direction Horace Slughorn had left. "Let's go then, we'll go to the library."

It's not the right time yet.
Voldemort silently admonished himself in his heart.

It's not the right time yet.
Voldemort and Briram Friedman walked toward the library on the fourth floor of Hogwarts, chatting and laughing.

The matter concerning the Doctor has basically come to an end, and it's now almost certain that I'll be taking a gap year. So, I plan to finish this book first, and then try to start publishing One Piece fanfiction before National Day this year.

Thank you all for your understanding and support over the past two months.

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(End of this chapter)