Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

As time passed, the atmosphere on the entire Hogwarts campus suddenly became tense, because the final exam at Hogwarts was approaching.

In the Hogwarts library, and even in the hallways of Hogwarts, you can see Hogwarts students busy with their homework.

That night, in the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry were facing a pair of wizard chess, and with Ron's "general", Harry lost to Ron again.

While cleaning up the chess game, Ron said:

"Harry, how do I feel that you are a little absent-minded today? You never lost so fast before!"

Hearing Ron's question, Harry, who was cleaning up the chess game, stopped his hand unconsciously, sighed deeply, and replied in his mouth:

"Ron, look around!"

Hearing Harry say this, Ron looked around subconsciously, but saw that there were still many students in the Gryffindor lounge at this time, but unlike Harry and Ron, they were all in twos and threes. gathered together, as if discussing something.

Of course, there were also some Gryffindor students who found a secluded corner alone, holding a book and watching intently.

Seeing this scene, Ron's hand also stopped, at this time, Harry continued:

"I don't know why, Ron, looking at them, I'm not even interested in playing wizard chess, and even in my heart, there is a faint... there is a..."

Speaking of which, Harry seemed to have no idea how to express his feelings, but at this time, Ron continued:

"There is a sense of guilt."

Harry nodded in agreement immediately, indicating that he meant it.

Hearing Harry say this, Ron obviously lost his interest in playing chess and said:

"Me too, Harry, you're better than me, why don't we read books too?"

Hearing Ron's proposal, Harry thought for a moment and nodded heavily.

So, the two returned to the dormitory together, and when they were about to take their textbooks to the Gryffindor common room, they heard the Gryffindor prefect shouting loudly in the corridor:

"It's curfew time, please come to your dormitory!"

In an instant, Harry and Ron's faces fell.

Harry said weakly:

"I was about to read the book club!"

And Ron also pouted and said:

"You can read at least on the bed. I also want to practice magic spells. I'm not even proficient enough with floating spells now."

Just as the two walked back to their bedroom in dejection, Ron suddenly shouted:

"I have a way, Harry!"

Harry was startled by Ron's sudden scream, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Ron, can you not make a fuss? What do you think you can do?"

I saw Ron pointed to a piece of clothing by Harry's bed and said:

"Harry, now, it's time for your invisibility cloak to work!"

Hearing Ron's words, Harry's eyes couldn't help turning to his invisibility cloak. After a while, Harry suddenly realized, and quickly said:

"You mean, the Room of Requirement?"

Ron nodded again and again and said:

"Maybe, we need a room where we can study. I think if there is such a room in the Room of Requirement, the contents in it will definitely help us pass the final exam!"

But Harry still seemed to have some doubts. After thinking for a long time, Harry hesitantly said:

"But, the Room of Requirement, that's Wentworth's most nightly place, will we run into him?"

And Ron's eyes lit up when he heard Harry's words, and he said quickly:

"It would be even better if Wentworth was there, and if we could get his guidance, the efficiency would definitely be much higher than if we both practiced on our own!"

Hearing Ron's words, Harry nodded in agreement.

Just as Harry and Ron were packing their things and preparing to use the Invisibility Cloak to head to the Room of Requirement, in an unremarkable Hogwarts tower, the originally enchanted lock was suddenly opened from the outside.

Then, Professor Quirrell, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, the temporary container of the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort, walked in cautiously from outside.

I saw that the closed tower was filled with dust, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.

In the center of the tower room, a quaint desk was quietly placed there, and there seemed to be something on the desk.

At this moment, the voice behind Quirrell's head urged:

"Idiot, hurry up, it's on that desk, there's what we're looking for!"

Hearing the urging of the voice, Quirrell hurried forward, only to see two items quietly placed on the desk.

Quirrell's fingers brushed lightly across the surface of an ancient book with a peeling cover, feeling its texture. Quirrell was quite sure that the cover was actually made of black dragon skin.

And the indestructible black dragon skin is used as the cover, not to mention how generous it is, but the black dragon skin that could have resisted swords is now broken. It can be seen that time is the sharpest sword. The time this ancient book survived, Possibly longer than Hogwarts Castle.

Next to the ancient book, there is a bottle of ink bottle, the silver-white ink bottle is like being stained with the blood of a unicorn, and in the ink bottle, a faded quill pen, Standing there quietly.

Seeing what was on the table, Quirrell could clearly feel that the person possessed by him seemed more excited than himself.

"It's them! That's right~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's them! The Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission! This is the first time I've seen them!"

In the face of time that is older than ancient, even death itself will disappear, but there is always something that has passed through time, but ignored death, traversed ancient and modern, and passed down.

The Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Access in front of Quirrell was one of them.

At this moment, the pen of acceptance suddenly flew out of the ink bottle, and the book of admission on the side also made a "swipe" sound, and began to flip it.

Under Quirrell's stunned gaze, he saw the faded pen of acceptance flying tremblingly towards the Book of Access and stopped at the top of the Book of Access. At this moment, The Book of Access was also turned to the latest page by an inexplicable force.

Not to mention Quirrell, even Voldemort who possessed Quirrell was the first to see the specific process of Hogwarts' selection of students.

After all, this process cannot be predicted, it can only depend on luck.

Quirrell watched intently as the pen of acceptance slowly descended, just as he was about to touch the book of admission.

"Snapped"

In an instant, the book of admission closed by itself!

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