Harry Potter and the Old Ones

As the new day dawns, the sky in Tasu Pankai Village takes on dreamy colors. Many wizards and spectators gather under the tower, waiting with bated breath for this historical moment.

The three candidates walked out of the ancient stone temple and stood side by side on the platform at the top of the ancient tower. Each of them had different expressions.

Tom Riddle had a faint smile on his face, as if he was confident about everything, or...

Indifferent to it all.

Today, Tom Riddle showed a rare expression of joy——

Soon, soon, soon this will be over.

Everything is going according to plan.

Tom Riddle looked condescendingly at the wizards and witches who came to participate in the final round of the International Federation of Magical Presidential election, and looked at the bustling crowd.

Facing Tom Riddle's gaze, some people felt timid and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. Some people raised their heads angrily and glared at Tom Riddle.

But most of them smiled and nodded at Tom Riddle——

The theory presented by Tom Riddle in the debate, although radical, was to their liking.

Isn’t this kind of radical voice needed in this era?

Therefore, the vast majority of people support Tom Riddle's election.

If it were not for the election of the President of the International Federation of Magic, the "Qilin Creeping" process would have to be adopted. They all wanted to directly assassinate the other two candidates and put Tom Riddle in the position.

As time passed, the sun began to shine through the entire gathering place, illuminating every corner and illuminating the nervousness of everyone in the venue.

The moment will eventually come when fate will be decided.

An old man wearing long robes slowly walked out of the temple.

Behind the old man, followed a majestic unicorn. Its tall body was almost as tall as a person, and its whole body was covered with golden scales, which shone in the sunlight.

Qilin's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, and its four hooves stepped on the ground. Every step brought a slight thunder, and it seemed that the earth was shaking.

It’s about to begin!

Everyone was nervously looking forward to it.

The three candidates also slowly turned around.

Turn your back to your chosen people and face the Qilin.

The unicorn paced its hooves and took a few steps forward. It looked at the three candidates one by one. Its eyes were deep, as if it could see into everyone's soul. When the unicorn's hoofbeats echoed on the stone slabs, , the air in the entire venue seemed to have solidified.

Finally, Qilin stopped in front of the candidate in the middle——

That was Jerome Stavlock, a candidate who was not optimistic before, but at this moment, Qilin lowered his head and bent his two forelimbs gracefully, as if to express respect and recognition to him.

This action was unexpected by everyone present, and immediately triggered a flurry of slight whispers and murmurs of surprise.

When Qilin's movement confirmed Jerome Stavlock's victory, the atmosphere in the entire party venue instantly became more volatile and exciting.

The unexpected choice filled the room with sudden murmurs and murmurs of surprise, as if every tiny voice was trying to decipher this shocking turn of events.

Amid the mingling of voices, the joy and excitement of Jerome's supporters stood out in stark contrast. Their cheers and excitement became the most direct expression of emotion on the scene. The hugs, laughter and hat-throwing behavior in the crowd were not only an explosion of celebration of victory, but also a display of hope for the future.

Meanwhile, the reaction from supporters of the other two candidates, especially Tom Riddle, was a different story. In the face of unfavorable results, their disappointment and dissatisfaction were expressed through low boos, which spread among the crowd with a hint of excitement and unwillingness.

Although their emotions expressed their disapproval of the results, it is undeniable that the election was conducted fairly and in accordance with the rules. Although their reactions are understandable, they cannot change the facts.

Jerome Stavlock himself was both surprised and expected by this result. He took a deep look at Tom Riddle standing next to him without leaving any trace, and found that he did not seem to be because of anything. This result has changed, but there is still a slight smile on his face.

But this was not the time for Jerome Stavlock to wonder what was going on in Tom Riddle's mind.

Jerome Stavlock also bent down slightly, gently held Qilin's horns with his hands, and helped Qilin up.

Qilin raised his head and gently touched the top of Jerome Stavlock's head with his mouth——

At this point, all procedures have been completed and everything has settled.

The next president of the International Federation of Magic has been determined, Jerome Stavlock.

At this time, Jerome Stavlock turned around, waved his hand, and greeted the voters who supported him and the wizards who were about to be guided by him.

The other two candidates, Tom Riddle and Bridget Baker, also turned around calmly. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same, and they seemed to be confident.

"Almost. Alright." Tom Riddle did not show any frustration because of his loss. He just looked up at the sun.

"Soon," Tom Riddle said calmly.

Now he just needs to wait

Tom Riddle thinks so

"Mr. Riddle." But some people didn't want him to wait in peace. After Bridget Baker briefly greeted her voters, the expression on Bridget Baker's face turned cold, "I have a I want to ask you a question.”

"Oh?" Tom Riddle tilted his head, "I wonder what Mr. Chairman would like to ask?"

"Mr. Riddle, I think some of your ideas are a bit radical, but I am very interested in some of the policies you proposed during the debate." Bridget Baker said politely, "To be honest, Mr. Riddle "Although we were competitors in the past, I think we may be collaborators in the future."

"Oh, really?" Tom Riddle laughed softly——

At that moment, Bridget Baker had the illusion that the person standing in front of him was not the handsome young candidate, but a poisonous snake that was hissing and spitting out a message.

"But there is one question. If you don't answer it clearly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to become collaborators." Bridget Baker changed the subject, and even her face became rarely serious.

"According to our investigation." Bridget Baker took a few steps back and distanced herself from Tom Riddle, "The second generation Dark Lord who is still active in this world, Voldemort also used the name Tom Riddle. Riddle, and the photo of him when he was young is exactly the same as yours, do you have anything to explain?”