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

A sharp scream echoed in the corridor near the Gryffindor common room. Hannah, seeing the motionless figure lying on the ground in front of her, tried poking it a few times before finally realizing what had happened and couldn't help but scream.

The terrified screams immediately attracted the other Gryffindor students, and Harry was among the first to arrive at the scene.

"This, this is."

Looking at William lying on the ground as if dead, and staring at the blood-written words on the wall, Harry felt a surge of anger.

Voldemort! You bastard, you deceived my feelings and toyed with my heart! Unforgivable, unforgivable!

As expected, Professor Dumbledore was not a bad person. The real villain, without a doubt, was Voldemort, the Dark Lord!

The quick-moving students had already reached McGonagall to report the situation, and a few minutes later, a group of professors rushed to the scene.

Looking at the scene before him, Dumbledore's expression turned quite grim.

Has Voldemort become this rampant?

"Excuse me, excuse me, um, it's not death, just petrification."

Pushing aside the students blocking his way, Dumbledore quickly made a judgment as he approached.

"I won't let you continue to act recklessly."

Looking at the petrified students before him, Dumbledore's tone was unwavering.

He's just petrified for now; who knows what drastic things Voldemort might do next, like actually killing him?

Voldemort himself knew that killing was nothing to him. If he wasn't mistaken, Voldemort might be trying to create an atmosphere of fear.

From then on, Voldemort's attacks became increasingly severe each day.

Hogwarts was too big, so Dumbledore quickly made a decision: all the students would gather in the Great Hall to spend the night.

Before eliminating Voldemort, all student activities at Hogwarts should be temporarily suspended.

Dumbledore's prestige was still quite good; apart from the students who were to be sent to the infirmary and turned to petrification, the other students were prepared to spend the night in the Great Hall.

Back in his dorm, as Harry was packing his things, he suddenly saw a door to a house next to him open, and Voldemort pulled him inside.

What's happening outside?

Looking directly at Harry's main soul, Voldemort feigned ignorance and asked. The response he received was Harry's fist.

But before Harry could throw a punch, Voldemort bound him faster.

"My son, why are you doing this?"

A questioning voice came from Voldemort's direction. Harry responded with a cold laugh: "I think you know better than anyone why. I will never forgive what you did to William."

"Tell me what's happening outside. I swear I've stayed here the whole time and haven't gone out."

Voldemort spoke sincerely, and Harry immediately retorted without holding back.

Unfortunately, compared to Voldemort, Harry was still too naive and was quickly and completely fooled by Voldemort's words.

"All of this... was Dumbledore's doing? And the Chosen Students will suffer increasingly severe injuries? Was it all to force you out? Did he know you couldn't bear to see Hogwarts students suffer injuries and deaths?"

A few minutes later, Harry's tone still carried a hint of doubt.

Voldemort nodded, his tone utterly sincere: "I know you won't believe me, Harry, but the truth remains unchanged."

Looking at Voldemort at that moment, Harry remained silent for a moment before asking, "Would you dare let me put a surveillance camera here?"

"Monitoring equipment? Hmm, an alchemical tool for surveillance? What's there to be afraid of? I, Tom Porter, have an upright character, so feel free to place it anywhere."

Voldemort, who inferred the function from the name, said this, while Harry retrieved a monitor from the Aquaman Training System team's shared space, which he had obtained as a reward for previous daily tasks.

After completing the installation, Harry quickly estimated the time and left the scene.

In this dangerous situation, being missing for too long is not a good thing.

Whether Voldemort, the Dark Lord who calls himself his father, is truly the mastermind can be found out by watching the surveillance footage.

That surveillance camera was made by the Mithra Ring and possesses a power that is difficult to block. The current Voldemort... at least when he used it, the result was that it was impossible for him to affect that surveillance camera.

Many Hogwarts students gathered in the Great Hall, while Harry himself slept on a makeshift bed under a blanket.

Neptune is someone who demands all-round development.

As a sea king, one must naturally be proficient in multiple languages; today seems to be the time to learn Japanese.

Harry was in class in his dreamland. He had originally planned to ask Hermione why the monitor he had obtained during a mission and placed in the team space was being used. However, Hermione saw this scene and was not in a hurry to go to sleep.

At night, the trio reunited in their dreamland.

After hearing a bunch of explanations from Harry, the other two's first reaction was, "Harry, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Chapter 1236: Dumbledore, times have changed!

Of the trio, Ron was a staunch Dumbledore supporter, and in his view, they should go and tell Dumbledore directly about the matter right now.

Hermione's opinion on this is vague. History is written by the victors, and Hermione did not experience the relevant era, so she cannot judge who the truly good people are. However, compared to Voldemort, Hermione's heart is slightly more inclined towards Dumbledore.

Ron thought they should tell Dumbledore, while Harry thought they shouldn't, and the two started arguing.

While the two were arguing, a second group of victims had already emerged in reality.

Because of Voldemort, even going to the toilet at Hogwarts now requires a large group to split up. The second wave of people to be petrified were Parsons, Herya, and Allen.

The former was completely innocent, while Allen walked right into the trap to help Voldemort's message go through smoothly.

If Arthas were to leave a message now, the chances of him being exposed would be extremely high. It is precisely for this reason that Allen selectively helps Arthas clear his name.

Because the Reincarnators hadn't used their trump card yet, they weren't worried at all about whether temporarily helping Voldemort would reverse the course of the story.

After writing the blood-written words, Allen, who was following behind the other two who were lagging behind, happened to encounter the Basilisk summoned by Voldemort.

Instead of resisting, Allen chose to petrify himself, thinking that it would be a loss if he were to become a suspect.

As dawn broke, the trio, after much debate, finally reached a conclusion: they would not report it for the time being, but wait a little longer and see the results of the surveillance footage.

In the dream world, the three of them were watching Voldemort's situation at high speed through a monitor connected by the Mithra Ring. At least until now, Voldemort had been resting with his eyes closed in the room where the monitor was located.

As dawn broke, the three of them decided to end the dream without further delay. Upon returning to the real world, they were met with news that slightly tipped the scales in their hearts.

A new victim has emerged.

Upon hearing that familiar name among the victims, Harry couldn't help but clench his fists, close his eyes, and reveal a pained expression.

"Allen... no matter who the enemy is, I will avenge you!"

Harry made his promise with a firm tone, while Hermione was somewhat bewildered as she recalled what she had just witnessed. Although she was the most mature of the three, she was still only 11 years old.

Harry, recalling his past friendship with Allen, felt lost despite forcing himself to stay awake.

I'm too weak; my own weakness prevents me from getting involved at all.

Voldemort and Dumbledore, no matter who they are, are no match for each other.

Outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, looking at the rising sun at dawn, Dumbledore felt uneasy for some reason.

Voldemort... I don't know where this great enemy is hiding now. Hogwarts is just too big, and I simply can't possibly search it thoroughly.

My current actions are practically nothing more than playing hide-and-seek with Voldemort.

The geographical environment where Hogwarts is located is always rainy, and dark clouds have begun to gather in the sky, creating a somber atmosphere throughout the ancient castle.

Hoping to take a gamble, Dumbledore decided to look for more clues about Voldemort and return when it rained.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy. As Dumbledore walked onto the lawn near the tower, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching him.

At the same time, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Harry Potter suddenly felt a burning pain in the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Well……"

Harry couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, feeling as if he were seeing a strange sight, as if Dumbledore were right in front of him.

Recalling the scene he had just witnessed, Harry felt a sudden panic and instinctively rushed towards Dumbledore's location.

Harry recognized the building in the picture, and then he suddenly remembered something he had heard about before, something called a precognitive dream.

Perhaps it's similar; after a sharp pain in my own scar, this scene appeared, which shows that this matter is definitely not simple.

Harry ran quickly toward the tower, while Dumbledore turned to look at Voldemort on the other side.

Without a word, the two of them simultaneously drew their wands and unleashed powerful spells.

"Your strength has declined considerably."

The spell stopped Voldemort's attack, Dumbledore said firmly, gripping the spell.

"Dumbledore, times have changed. The magic we learn now is outdated."

Next, to see you off, I'll show you something—a legendary secret art of ancient Greece.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it. The clouds obscured the faint sunlight. Facing Dumbledore, Voldemort took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

"The legendary secrets of ancient Greece? It seems you had other opportunities when I didn't know about them."

As Dumbledore spoke, he began preparing the spell. The Elder Wand was one of the most powerful wands in the world, and one of the Deathly Hallows in the wizarding world.

In terms of equipment, Voldemort was undoubtedly inferior.

However, Voldemort's strongest power is not actually wielded with a wand.

"Please, look at me carefully."

With his eyes closed, Voldemort felt the powerful energy surging through his blood and wore an expression of bliss.

Voldemort wanted Dumbledore to look closely at him now, to see him unleash the power within him into the world for the first time.

I used to only know how to exercise, but I never tried to unleash the enormous power within my body.

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Upon hearing this, Dumbledore was somewhat confused about what Voldemort was trying to do. Could it be that Voldemort actually carried some kind of alchemical tool that required his gaze to take effect?

Wait! It's not an alchemical tool. The students' petrification... I understand now, I understand.

A glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes before he abruptly closed them. He roughly understood what Voldemort was planning to use against him: the Basilisk.

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Do you have a lot of complaints about me?

After saying "Look at me carefully" to Dumbledore, he closed his eyes without saying another word, leaving Voldemort feeling somewhat embarrassed.