Harry potter:Dark lord

Liveliud immediately felt uneasy. "Could it be that you... like Professor Isidora Morgana, left a large group of ancient magic power in the basement of Hogwarts?"

"No," the senior student shook her head.

"Oh... you scared me..."

Robert could see that Liveliud was truly startled. He had assumed that the senior student had finally succumbed to temptation and followed in Professor Morgana's footsteps, storing a vast amount of ancient magic power beneath Hogwarts.

Then the dragon slayer will become the dragon...

"In fact, it's not just one group," the senior student continued. "There are many. These ancient magical energies are scattered throughout Hogwarts. You can absorb them…"

Robert, who had just started to relax, felt his heart tighten again.

"Senior... the little gift you mentioned—could it be these ancient magical energies? I... I don't dare absorb too much of them for now..."

The senior student waved her hand, silencing Robert before he could finish. Then, with a casual flip of her palm, a misty energy materialized—swirling with black, red, and silver hues.

"This is the kind of power you're afraid to absorb, right?"

Robert nodded cautiously.

"You don't need to worry at all," the senior student reassured him with a smile. "This isn't ancient magic power at all. The real ancient magic can be absorbed without restraint."

Robert's eyes widened in surprise. "This... isn't ancient magic power? But I only absorbed a small vial of it by accident, and it awakened my ancient magic!"

The senior student nodded. "Although this isn't pure ancient magic, it's an alternative power that can enhance it. If you absorb this energy, you'll naturally awaken ancient magic sooner... You've heard what Professor Dumbledore told you about Professor Morgana, right?"

Robert hesitated. "He gave me a general idea, but the details weren't very clear."

Before traveling through time, Robert had never officially completed the game. His understanding of ancient magic and its related figures was only surface-level. Even when Dumbledore recounted the history to him, his knowledge was second-hand—he had only heard it from others. In fact, Robert likely knew more details than Dumbledore himself.

The senior student leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you what really happened back then. Then you'll understand…"

"When Professor Morgana was researching ancient magic, she accidentally discovered that it could extract negative emotions from people's hearts."

Robert listened intently.

"Her brother's sudden death left her father devastated. He stopped speaking entirely. To ease his suffering, Professor Morgana used this magic on him."

Robert could already guess what came next.

"But after extracting all of her father's grief... she made another unexpected discovery."

The senior student extended the misty cloud toward Robert.

"When ancient magic is used to remove negative emotions, it leaves behind a residue. And this residue... can strengthen ancient magic."

Robert's eyes widened. "You're saying this black mist isn't pure ancient magic but a fusion of negative emotions and magic?"

"Exactly." The senior student nodded. "At first, Morgana saw it as a magical amplifier. She found that it didn't just enhance the ancient magic of those who could wield it—it could also empower ordinary wizards."

Robert frowned. "How is that possible?"

"It's the truth. When Morgana realized this, she couldn't suppress her hunger for power. She used her position as a professor at Hogwarts to extract negative emotions from students, storing the residue in secret vaults."

The senior student's expression darkened. "But before she could fully execute her plan, she was killed. However, the vaults she left behind remained."

Robert's breath caught in his throat.

"Since goblins had crafted the containers holding the residue, their existence remained hidden for years—until I first arrived at Hogwarts."

"A goblin named Ranrok discovered a diary left behind by one of the goblins who built the vaults. That diary revealed the existence of this power."

Robert listened in fascination.

"Ranrok believed wizards had stolen this magic from goblins. He saw it as a means to strengthen his people and liberate them from wizard oppression."

"Using the diary's information, he located all the secret vaults—except the one beneath Hogwarts. He and his followers absorbed the residues, growing stronger with each one."

Robert clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Eventually, Ranrok and his forces clashed with us beneath Hogwarts."

"The goblins who had absorbed the residue were formidable. They became incredibly difficult to deal with—especially Ranrok. Even my teacher, Professor Figo, struggled against him."

The senior student's voice dropped to a grim tone. "In the end, Ranrok managed to absorb all the residue beneath Hogwarts. And when he did... he transformed into a powerful fire dragon."

Robert felt a chill run down his spine. "And then?"

The senior student shrugged. "Then, I killed him."

Robert was momentarily stunned. The senior student had delivered the statement in the most nonchalant tone, despite its sheer weight.

He couldn't help but think, This is what true confidence sounds like. I still have a long way to go.

Ranrok, who had absorbed almost all the residue and become nearly unstoppable, had still fallen at the senior student's hands. It was a testament to her strength.

"After defeating Ranrok, the residue he had absorbed was released once more," the senior student continued. "I believed such power shouldn't go to waste—it belonged to me. So, I absorbed it all."

She let out a deep breath. "But after taking it in, I realized its allure was even stronger than ancient magic itself…"

Robert pieced the information together. "So, what you absorbed wasn't ancient magic power, but this 'residue' that amplifies ancient magic?"

The senior student nodded.

Robert hesitated. "Then... what does real ancient magic look like?"

The senior student waved a hand, making the black mist disappear. Then, she snapped her fingers.

A sphere of magical energy, shimmering like liquid mercury, materialized before Robert.

"This is the purest form of ancient magic," she said. "Of course, this particular sphere is just an illusion—created using nightmare magic based on my memories."

"There are many such ancient magical energies scattered around Hogwarts. But only those with the talent for ancient magic can perceive them."

Robert stared at the gleaming sphere, his mind racing.

This power had shaped history, altered destinies, and even turned ambition into obsession.

But more than anything, it had become his responsibility.

Tomorrow, he would begin the true journey of his school life.

(End of Chapter)

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