Chapter 698

"Besides, we're almost done with the recent work. Professor Horace Slughorn's Philosopher's Stone is nearly complete too. Only the final finishing touches remain, and there is no longer any need for so many Tierras. He is fully confident he can finish it himself."

"But Voldemort has been a little restless lately. I have intelligence suggesting that he intends to run in this year's International Magical Association presidential election. And judging from his various actions, I have reason to believe that he is also preparing a Godhood Ascension Ritual."

"Who wouldn't want it? Eternal life, nearly inexhaustible power—this is the most perfect form of immortality. Who wouldn't want it? Especially a wizard as terrified of death as he is."

"I have to stop him. You only need to study hard, train hard, and enjoy your school life. These matters are mine to handle."

In a vast, dark underground cavern somewhere in Europe, the pale and gaunt Voldemort sat upon a golden throne, quietly listening to the words transmitted from Harry's mind.

His narrow, snake-like pupils glimmered with a terrifying red light in the darkness. Like the statue of an evil god sealed within an ancient tomb, he was dangerous, mysterious, and possessed a strange allure that drew people toward him.

Suddenly, Voldemort's narrow snake eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled upward in disdain.

"Comrades, how can we endure such humiliation?"

In Germany's Lower Saxony, in a small town south of the Harz Mountains, a fair-skinned, handsome young man with thick, curly black hair stood atop a boulder the size of a small hill, roaring with all his strength.

His pale face had been tinged with a flush from exertion and lack of oxygen.

It lent his handsome features a distinctive charm.

In the open space beside