Time goes back an hour.
Ilvermorny.
A figure silently appeared at the school's main entrance, looking at North America's most prestigious magic school.
This is a very beautiful girl, but the weird green lines and the creepy smile on her face ruin her appearance.
"Slytherin's wand, I'm coming."
Grinning, the girl raised her palm, and a large number of black silk threads gushed out from it, frantically hitting the enchantment of the school.
Meanwhile.
Headmaster Fontaine, who was trying to have lunch in the hall, changed his face.
Not only him but other professors also sensed that the enchantment of the school was under attack.
Fontaine hurriedly ordered the Deputy Headmaster. "Bring all the students into the evacuation room, and do not come out without my order."
Although he didn't know who was attacking the school enchantment, it dared to attack Ilvermorny's forces, which should not be underestimated.
The Deputy Headmaster quickly nodded and organized the students to evacuate here.
Although they didn't know what had happened, they lined up honestly and left with the Deputy Headmaster one after another.
On the other hand, Fontaine hurried out with the rest of the professors.
When they came to the main entrance, they saw a horrific scene.
Black unknown objects danced in the air, sometimes gathering and sometimes scattering.
It bombards the enchantment with extremely high frequency.
Click! Click!
It didn't take long for the enchantment that had protected the school for hundreds of years to crumble under their gaze.
"Obscurus! This is Obscurus!"
A well-informed old professor finally recalled something from his memory, looked at the rapidly approaching black cloud, and exclaimed in horror.
"That's right, this is Obscurus, and I am the most powerful Obscurial in history!"
A black cloud flew over everyone's heads, reunited into a girl, and fell to the ground.
"Who the hell are you?! Why attack us, Ilvermorny?!"
Fontaine asked in a deep voice, his wand already appearing in his hand.
The other professors also raised their wands and aimed them at the girl.
And in the face of the threat of so many powerful wizards, the girl did not panic at all but chuckled.
"I'm just here to retrieve my ancestor's relics. You don't have to be so nervous."
Fontaine frowned, unable to figure out the girl's origin, and said again. "Who are you, and why do we, Ilvermorny, have the relics of your ancestors?"
He also forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
How many years has Gormlaith replaced Ilvermorny in addition to the early days of the school? He was always on guard after Gaunt came to this school once.
Unexpectedly, today, some people dare to do this.
Fontaine would want to fight the other party directly if it weren't for the fact that this girl's strength was too strong.
The girl looked up, and Fontaine's heart was cold when she looked at Fontaine with indifferent eyes.
This is not a human pupil. This is simply a snake.
"Since you are so curious, then I will tell you."
"I'm Voldemort!"
Voldemort?
Fontaine was stunned and then quickly shook his head. "It's impossible. Mr. Gaunt has defeated Voldemort, and we don't know where he hides at this time."
"Besides, you don't even have the right gender, and you still dare call yourself Voldemort?"
And the girl, Voldemort, quickly became embarrassed when she heard Alvin's name.
Covered in a black cloud, she once again turned into an Obscurus form and pounced on Fontaine.
"Stupefy!"
"Flipendo!"
These professors' reactions were not slow, and colorful spells were quickly cast.
However, the Obscurus' magic resistance was very high, and coupled with the rapid speed, Voldemort rushed to Fontaine's side without any damage.
The black substance passed through his body, and Fontaine turned into a dried corpse at speed visible to the naked eye.
"Headmaster!"
"Headmaster Fontaine!"
The professors exclaimed, unable to believe that their Headmaster had died like this.
However, now they are also insured.
Soon after Fontaine's death, Voldemort's attacks killed several more professors.
A Dormitory building not far away was uprooted, decomposing as if a tornado had hung it.
"Take me to the location of the Slytherin wand, and I can spare your lives!"
The black substance turned into a big face wrapped in countless boulders and stared at the group of divisions below.
"Slytherin wand? This kind of thing is not in Ilvermorny!"
The professors who were still alive were already frightened and shouted in panic.
Voldemort's face turned cold. She became angry and killed several professors in succession.
At this time, less than five people were standing on the field.
"Da...Dark Lord, we really didn't know that the school had a Slytherin wand!"
A professor was already on his knees, pleading in horror.
He had been in Ilvermorny for decades and had never heard of such a treasure in the school.
"Your founder buried that wand in the ground and grew into a tree. Where is that tree!"
Hearing Voldemort's roar, the wizard immediately knew what she was referring to and led the way in front.
Through the jungle, they came to a cliff edge, where a tree stood quietly in the steepest position.
Voldemort finally saw the goal of his trip.
Experiencing the strange feeling of the blood being connected, a series of hisses came out of his mouth.
In this way, the Snakewood wand that had been silent for hundreds of years awakened.
The originally strong tree quickly withered, countless precious leaves turned yellow, and all the nutrients turned into a green light and rushed to the ground.
An emerald green wand opened the earth, becoming crystal clear after absorbing the Snakewood's nutrients, emitting a faint green light.
Voldemort reached out, and the wand flew into her hand without hesitation.
Feeling the jubilant magic in her body, she felt joy from the bottom of her heart. This is the most suitable wand for her and the only wand that can use his abilities.
On the side, the professor who led the way was already dumbfounded.
Glancing at him, Voldemort had no interest in killing him. She has to hurry back to adapt to his new partner and bring out the most power.
In this way, She can go to Alvin as soon as possible.
Sticking out her long tongue, Slytherin's wand was swallowed alive by her. Voldemort returned to his Obscurus form and soared into the sky.
Only a murderous word remained.
"Tell Alvin Gaunt that on January 1st next year, I will fight him to the death on the Thames!"