Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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"Horse... this absurd... After more than 70 years of experiments, it has failed both in theory and in practice... Both history and facts have proved that it is a complete disaster to mankind..."

"Stalin, in order to rule Russia and the world, put ... whenever there is ... there will be civil war, famine and terror."

"For this, we in the Kremlin sincerely apologize to the peoples and nations of the world who have been persecuted by ...."

"Now we solemnly declare that all... organizations in the former Soviet Union are disbanded. From now on, any activities in the former Soviet Union... will be illegal and subject to legal sanctions..."

On December 25, 1991, as Gorbachev's last president's resignation speech was broadcast on TV, this once huge and glorious red empire collapsed.

Flies, mosquitoes, and maggot-like capitalists and white bandits cheered and danced proudly on the hero's corpse.

Scott Lake—a well-dressed gentleman with gray hair, a resolute face, and a lean figure like an immovable mountain—has trotted through the stupefied, distressed veterans to a school on the outskirts of Moscow. library.

Inside the library came the roars of drunken men and the quarrels of desperate women.

Priceless research materials are burning in every fireplace, just to survive this cold winter.

Scott Lake walked towards the third floor, and when he was near the end of the corridor, he waved his wand, and a simple door suddenly appeared on the wall

This is a room sealed away by bricks and tiles.

Scott walked quickly into the room, and the door behind him disappeared, reverting to a thick brick wall.

This sealed room is not big, and there are no windows on the four walls. There is only a huge, lonely wooden door in the center of the room.

Scott approached the wooden door and knocked on the wooden door with his wand three times long and two short times.

"Squeak—" The wooden door slowly opened, behind the wooden door that should have nothing, a magnificent conference room appeared.

Scott walked into the conference room, took off his hat and bowed slightly to the chairperson in the empty conference room, his deep blue eyes swept across the entire conference room.

There weren't many people in the conference room, including Scott, there were only five—a witch with straight black hair and dark blue eyes who looked to be in her twenties and thirties, sitting in the first seat on the right.

A tall, thin wizard with short white hair and a thin chin with a goatee that ended in little curls.

An old woman with silver-white hair neatly coiled, skin like dry bark, but straight waist.

There was also a stocky, balding man.

The entire conference room seems to be built on the edge of a cliff near the sea, and the endless blue ocean can be seen through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

But through another floor-to-ceiling window, what I saw was a dense forest.

There are also bustling commercial streets, castles built on barren wastelands, huts on high mountains, and caves in the desert...

And the French window behind Scott—

A magnificent library built on the outskirts of Moscow.

"No." Scott Lake found a stool and sat down, and said decisively, "The sickle and hammer do not refer to it, the last prophecy left by Lord Grindelwald...the sickle and hammer wrapped in a pentagram... …not the Soviet Union.”

Hearing Scott's words, the scene was dead silent, and the young witch kept curling her white hair with her fingers nervously. The dark blue eyes kept looking at the old woman with a straight back sitting opposite her.

"Hastie made another prophecy." The old woman said, unlike her dying appearance, the old woman who looked at least in her nineties had a loud voice and full of confidence, like a never-tiring fighter.

"Hmm... yes, I made another prophecy." The young witch—Hastihad, the most gifted prophet in Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic, bit her lip and said.

All eyes on the scene turned to the young witch sitting in the first seat on the right.

"The prophecy is vague..." said Hastie, "the burning golden cup...the deflection of fate...the mortal who escapes death...the red star will appear...the sickle and the hammer will appear..."