Deep within the forests of Albania stood an abandoned ancient castle.
A group of Death Eaters, clad in black robes, had quietly gathered there.
Just moments ago, the Dark Mark on their arms had suddenly begun to burn painfully.
The Death Eaters were utterly astonished.
Why had it started burning at this particular moment?
Why was their master calling for them now?
Did their master even still exist?
They were even more suspicious of the black screen before them, where lines of text continued to scroll.
And who exactly was this so-called Anton?
Among the Death Eaters, the most fanatical Bellatrix licked the Mark on her arm and laughed hysterically.
She had just escaped from Azkaban.
“Hahahaha! The Dark Lord has returned! I knew he would come back eventually!”
From the darkness came a cold voice.
“Bella, I will never forget every bit of your loyalty.”
Hearing that familiar voice, Bella laughed wildly and turned around, only to see an unfamiliar face.
“Master?!”
Quirrell removed his turban and turned the back of his head toward everyone.
Voldemort, with only a face remaining, said to the group, “Just now, I saw something that none of you will ever see in your lifetime.”
“A boy was actually called Merlin!”
“And that hat even said he possessed magical talent surpassing Salazar Slytherin!”
“Truly extraordinary talent!”
Hearing this, all the Death Eaters’ expressions changed.
Most of them had graduated from Slytherin.
In their eyes, Voldemort was the supreme Dark Lord, a true master of magic.
And Slytherin, one of the founders, was the greatest wizard after Merlin!
Yet there was actually a boy capable of possessing such power!
This…
Bella shouted angrily.
“That wretched Sorting Hat! That broken hat must have lost its mind for a moment!”
“How could anyone possibly surpass your magical talent, Master?!”
Voldemort laughed as well.
Bella suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at the screen.
“My esteemed Master, what is that thing?”
“And who is that Anton?”
Voldemort shook his head.
“I do not know the name of this creation. As for Anton, that is the name of that Asian boy.”
After saying this, Voldemort suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at the screen.
“Reveal Yourself!”
The moment his words fell, the yew wand shot out a beam of green light.
It struck the screen floating in midair.
Yet the screen seemed to be protected by some kind of barrier.
The magic Voldemort had unleashed did not produce the slightest reaction.
The sight left all the Death Eaters horrified.
In their eyes, Voldemort was a god who controlled magic!
Other than that boy, there was nothing that could possibly withstand the Dark Lord’s magic!
“How… can this be?”
Voldemort was completely speechless, staring blankly at the screen before him.
That thing seemed to completely ignore magic.
….
At Hogwarts, most of the new students had already been evacuated in an orderly manner under the protection of their respective prefects.
Only some students remained behind.
Dumbledore looked at the screen, then at the new student Anton.
He could not figure out what connection this extraordinarily talented boy had with the sudden phenomenon.
McGonagall raised her wand and cautiously stepped in front of Dumbledore.
“Headmaster, have you ever seen this thing before?”
Dumbledore shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Minerva. It possesses a power that I cannot see through.”
Ron suddenly raised his arm.
“Professor Dumbledore, my father is a Muggle enthusiast. We have one of these things at home.”
“It is called a plasma television, but this thing is definitely a type of television I’ve never seen before.”
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses.
“A television? What exactly does it do?”
“Something like Chocolate Frog cards.”
“I see. Thank you, Mr. Ron. Ten points to Gryffindor.”
“All right, Mr. Wood, you are the prefect. Escort all the new students back to the common room.”
Several Gryffindors were sent back toward the common room reluctantly.
Hermione looked at Anton, her expression filled with reluctance.
She truly could not understand why this mysterious boy from abroad, who had suddenly appeared in her home, possessed so many secrets.
Afterward, Dumbledore looked at Anton.
“I suspect, Mr. Anton, that you are somehow connected to this thing.”
Anton removed the Sorting Hat from his head and walked toward the enormous screen.
The screen glowed faintly.
He could clearly feel the warmth radiating from its light.
For some reason, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
As long as he could recover his memories, his magic would soon awaken once again.
With that thought, Anton placed his hand against the screen.
As soon as Anton touched it, golden ripples began to spread across the screen.
[Target’s genes obtained. Livestream room upgrade successful!]
[The Magical World Group Chat has been established! Chat function activated! Livestream function activated! Q&A function activated!]
[Character invitations successful.]
Several professors stared at the screen as a small dialogue box suddenly appeared.
[Professor Quirrell (Voldemort’s alternate account) has joined the livestream room.]
[Dumbledore has joined the livestream room.]
[Snape has joined the livestream room.]
…..
Dumbledore stared at the words appearing on the screen, his face turning ashen.
[Gellert Grindelwald has joined the livestream room.]
[Grindelwald: ????]
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