My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Hmph, what do you take me for, Voldemort? Someone like Helbo, your lackey? Even the current emperor isn't worthy of my worship, Voldemort. A mere antique prop..."

This reward... is essential for completing the mission in this new era.

Halfway through his sentence, Voldemort changed his mind when he saw the rewards for the mission.

It gave so much.

A new Voldemort has been born, and the Ring has been bound to the original Voldemort's main soul.

Inside Hogwarts, most of the students and teachers at Ravenclaw were in a state of extreme excitement.

No Ravenclaw could remain completely unmoved by the wisdom-enhancing treasures left by the founder.

Not long ago, the French Ring introduced a brand new main quest, the Reappearance of Ravenclaw's Crown. The location of Ravenclaw's Crown will be unlocked when you reach the Honorary Duelist rank.

Reaching the title of Honorary Duel Master requires battle; the newly opened Duel Arena system in the Mithra Ring is where battles take place.

The dueling arena is divided into the Wizard Duel Arena and the Juvenile Wizard Duel Arena. The top 20 players in both arenas who reach the Honorary Duel Master level will receive a gift from the Mithra Ring.

In the arena, you can also use some unmastered spells that are unlocked for a limited time using the Mithra Ring.

In addition to the dueling arena, the Mithra Ring has also updated the list of newly registered wizards, including many Hogwarts teachers.

At this time, a dueling craze had swept through Hogwarts, but as for Harry and his friends, what they had experienced had not yet spread.

In the corridor, listening to the rain and looking at the dueling arena panel in front of him, Harry, who had finally recovered, felt a surge of fighting spirit in his eyes.

The threat of Voldemort is still vivid in his mind, and he can hardly distinguish between good and evil. The only thing he can do now is to become stronger.

I need greater strength, faster cultivation techniques, and more sparring partners.

This duel arena presents a perfect opportunity, just enough time for me to master the Peerless Demon Fist.

The overwhelming gap in strength led Harry to decide to switch to the accelerated training of the Invincible Fist, which might affect his mental state.

Some were happy while others were sad; the heavy rain outside Hogwarts did nothing to dampen the joy of the reincarnators.

Success! You have successfully bound yourself to the Mithra Ring.

From now on, I can easily learn all kinds of spells in the HP world!

Eren Arthas and Geed were overjoyed. Because they were outsiders, they had never been able to bind themselves to the Mithra Ring.

Time will not stop for anyone in this world, and Xia Qing and the reincarnators from outside the world have no intention of interfering.

Ten days later, the first Honorary Duel Master was born—Harry, who had been completely immersed in training these past few days in the arena of underage wizards.

In the ten days that followed, with numerous battles and the help from the Sea King's training space, Harry's progress was extremely rapid, even rivaling that of Hermione, who was at the very beginning.

Meanwhile, Ron had also caught a glimpse of Aquaman's threshold and was about to step halfway in.

Upon obtaining Ravenclaw's crown address, Harry also received an A-grade treasure chest as a reward for being the first to arrive at the Honorable Duelist Master.

"Fanma alien bloodline mimicry? What is that?"

Harry looked at the reward and seemed a little puzzled.

However, he didn't pay attention for long. Surrounded by a bunch of Ravenclaw students, Harry arrived at the location where Xia Qing had hidden the crown after the transfer.

At this time, Voldemort, the spirit of the hero, was unaware that his physical body had been raided and was still diligently practicing ancient Greek magic in the clutter of the Room of Requirement.

At the same time that Ravenclaw's crown was taken, Voldemort's main spirit was also overjoyed.

At least I don't have to wait around anymore.

These past few days, my two split souls almost noticed that I was acting strangely. No, I must complete the Magic Ring trial mission as soon as possible.

The positive impact of that reward on me is immeasurable!

Voldemort quickly began making preparations. A few hours later, as the Hogwarts students were celebrating the discovery of Ravenclaw's crown in the dining room, countless letters suddenly fell from the ceiling.

The entire restaurant erupted in an uproar, and Dumbledore, slightly bewildered by the letter falling from the sky, was somewhat confused.

Was it a prank by that student?

To the wizards of Hogwarts

The Ravenclaw crown has reappeared, and I, Voldemort, am overjoyed. When the dawn breaks and the sun and moon rise, I will invite the crown of wisdom into my treasury with the sunrise.

"Respectfully submitted by Voldemort"

Dumbledore casually opened a letter and squinted as he looked at its contents.

It's unbearable to look at.

Did Voldemort really write this?

Although I really wanted to guess that it was written by some student pretending to be Voldemort, the handwriting is exactly the same.

Voldemort... was he driven insane by too many fractured parts of his soul?

Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder, "Stealing something and then sending a warning message... isn't Voldemort afraid of being ambushed?"

Could it be that he's planning to wipe out Hogwarts in one fell swoop?

No, Voldemort must have had a deeper meaning in doing this.

Dumbledore didn't understand Voldemort's thoughts, and Voldemort himself felt extremely embarrassed. If it weren't for this being the initial quest of the Ring, he would never have done something so foolish.

"It seems that our Dark Lord is planning to stage a theft."

Dumbledore shrugged, his mind racing as he considered how to arrange things. He knew the power of the Philosopher's Stone; if it was Voldemort's reliance, then Voldemort was doomed.

Wait a minute, if the other side intends to detonate the Philosopher's Stone, it could indeed destroy the next generation of wizards in Britain!

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened, and he felt he had guessed Voldemort's true purpose.

Everything Voldemort did was within his calculations; even if he obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he wouldn't possess much power now.

Aside from that method, all other methods ended up being completely useless. No, ancient magic, Voldemort and his own ancient magic whose principles he didn't understand!

Dumbledore's mind raced, trying to guess what Voldemort might do.

Meanwhile, Voldemort, whom he considered a formidable enemy, was already contemplating whether or not to stand them up, since he hadn't specified that it would be four o'clock that day.

Dumbledore, I wasn't lying.

Voldemort thought to himself with a clear conscience that he had always been honest.

Chapter 1233: Voldemort: Tom Riddle? Not really familiar with him.

At 4 a.m., the Hogwarts teachers stood guard around Ravenclaw's crown in the Great Hall, awaiting Voldemort's arrival.

......

Voldemort, who was secretly observing, fell silent. What was he going to steal in this situation?

If I dared to show myself, countless Avada Kedavra would probably attack me immediately.

Do I deserve that treatment? At least not now!

While Voldemort observes from the shadows, Xia Qing, posing as Herpo, begins to stir up trouble elsewhere.

Voldemort chose to start over, while the Hogwarts students waited foolishly. After two hours, they realized one thing.

He had been tricked by Voldemort.

Dumbledore, who was in the lead, had mixed feelings. It was like throwing a punch at cotton.

"I never expected the Dark Lord to be so dishonest."

At 6 a.m., as dawn was breaking, Dumbledore broke the silence with a subtle tone.

"I never thought Voldemort would be so shameless."

McGonagall looked grim as she said that after two hours of being on high alert, she felt like a clown.

Just then, an owl suddenly burst in through the door, and everyone immediately became alert, fearing that this was Voldemort's attack.

Voldemort, who was secretly observing, remained calm as he watched the wizards jump around in surprise. Although he had lost face a bit, he felt it was worth it to have made a fool of these famous Hogwarts professors and Dumbledore like monkeys.

Dumbledore cautiously used a spell to remotely open the envelope, and upon seeing the Ministry of Magic's label on it, he sensed something was amiss.

Subsequently, the contents of the envelope turned Dumbledore's unease into reality.

"What's wrong, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Seeing Dumbledore's furrowed brow, McGonagall couldn't help but ask.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and spoke with a regretful voice about what had happened outside: "We were all tricked. While we were guarding Ravenclaw's crown, Voldemort took the opportunity to loot Gringotts."

...?

Who?

Who looted Gringotts?

Voldemort ransacked Gringotts? How come I didn't know that?

At this moment, Voldemort's main soul had mixed feelings. So, now all the blame from the outside world can be shifted onto me.

The Hogwarts professors were instantly somber; Voldemort was now far stronger than he had been in the past.

It's not that they are powerful, but that they are skilled at scheming.

This feint attack was something Voldemort wouldn't have used before; the power of the Philosopher's Stone was indeed extraordinary, granting Voldemort such wisdom.

Because of Voldemort's previous acts of gifting Horcruxes, the professors at Hogwarts seem to have concluded that Voldemort's intelligence has been impaired.

As Voldemort felt the world was going to the dogs, another Voldemort, observing the situation, became serious.

The power of the Philosopher's Stone was indeed impressive, and the other self had lost the Dark Lord's arrogance, actually devising such a feint attack.

A powerful being who has lost all moral boundaries is far more terrifying than a complacent Dark Lord. At this moment, Voldemort, the heroic spirit, silently moved his other self up a few places on the danger list.

Voldemort's feint was already being broadcast in the Daily Prophet, and Harry, who had been strictly forbidden by the professor from going to the Great Hall, inexplicably thought of Voldemort's words while watching the preview.

Yes, he must be faking it. How could something so outrageous happen?

With this in mind, Harry finished his morning Transfiguration class absentmindedly.

During lunchtime at Hogwarts, Harry, walking down the corridor, suddenly felt a burst of intense heat from the lightning bolt above his head, and then a figure he couldn't believe appeared in front of him not far away.

Voldemort!

Upon seeing the figure not far away, Harry's expression instantly became wary.