Tom floated in the void, wandering in the boundless illusion, looking for anything alive.

But nothing was found.

Totally dark.

Completely silent.

Completely peaceful.

His body disappeared, his magic power disappeared, and even the five senses... were gone.

This must be death!

Is this the world after death?

Tom didn't know that time seemed to be overlapping, lengthened, and shortened.

There was no direction in this place, and he didn't even know how long it had passed.

Ten seconds?

Ten days?

ten years?

Tom wandered like a ghost like this. I don’t know how long it took, as if the infinitely distant interstellar explosion was violently exploding, and memory began to appear.

Like a shock wave, flying through the vast nothingness and rolling towards Tom.

In an instant, Tom had a memory, and the painful touch also flew over his body.

Then there is a dazzling bright light.

Tom opened his eyes weakly, his body became more and more painful, and his penetrating chest was constantly hit.

"Am I dead?"

"Dead, but not completely dead." The old voice rang out in the empty hall.

Tom could get up, but his movements were too big, and the wound on his chest was torn and blood kept dripping on the table.

He let out a painful roar, but he still endured it. He had not found the wand, cast a spell without a stick in his right hand, and a black light flew out.

But that power disappeared before it touched the old man, like rain, evaporated instantly.

"Treat your savior like this, Tom?"

Instead of speaking, Tom raised his head with difficulty, and then he saw clearly the source of the voice:

Under the quaint bookshelf piled up like mountains to form a whole wall of books, an old man stood.

He dressed up like a priest, holding a yellowed parchment scroll in his left hand and regularly hitting the bookshelf with his index finger in his right hand.

There is also a cross that was inserted into the book as a bookmark.

The old man didn't look at Tom, he pulled out the cross from the pampering scroll and continued to collect books.

He walked to a cabinet, and his hands directly passed through the glass bulletproof glass cabinet, and took out the "Mainz Great Bible" written in 1450.

This is like the "Gutenberg Bible", and is the treasure of the museum here.

Instead of speaking, Tom struggled to get up.

I don’t know the details of the person in front of me, which makes him feel insecure.

"Moving around will only increase your injury."

The old man seemed to have eyes behind him, and he said without raising his head:

"It's not easy to save you. That sword penetrates the heart and cuts your heart open, and the spell also invades the internal organs.

That boy William was not only ruthless, but also very cautious. He waited for a while and decided that you didn't leave after he was cheated.

Tsk tsk… Without me, you will definitely die.”

In the old man's words, he seemed to admire William very much, but his tone was unspeakable annoying to him.

Tom looked down at his chest, and the wound that had been cut was covered with leaves and potions.

This leaf... is not unfamiliar, it is the leaves of snake wood.

The leaves turned into by the Slytherin wand have powerful healing effects.

With his knowledge, he didn't even recognize other potions.

But it is undoubtedly an item of the same level as snake wood, otherwise it would not be enough to hold his life.

Weird old man.

Tom did not thank him or asked why the other party saved him.

He is well versed in conversation skills and will not give up his initiative easily.

Instead, Tom shut up and turned his head and looked around, trying to determine his position.

He found himself lying on a smooth table surrounded by bookshelf.

The eight sides of the room are made of marble of various colors, and two huge bronze statues of goddesses, holding the torch of enlightenment in their hands.

The old man once again showed his ability to "have an eye behind his back". When he lowered his head and flipped through the books, he whispered:

"The Capitol you destroyed is right next to it, here is the Capitol Library.

Earlier tonight, William and his little girlfriends sneaked into the Capitol from here.

It's just that you don't know."

If William was here, he would definitely be regretful... Such a good "view", it would be a pity not to play basketball or Quidditch.

Tom raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Can you enter the Capitol here?"

This is his first question.

There was no way, he was too eager to know about William's affairs.

Especially this back prick made Tom extremely depressed.

He claimed to be a "genius", not only was he deceived by William, but also for four years.

It’s like having been dating a girlfriend for four years, I paid a lot and didn’t get any benefits. And the other party not only stepped on n boats, but also regarded him as a spare tire.

The most hateful thing is that after William lied to him, he still took action at the most important moment, breaking his heart...

Well, literally.

This is even more shameful than the original Voldemort who was bounced back by his own death curse!

A great shame and humiliation!

"Of course, there is an underground passage here." The old man smiled and said with some meaning:

"William not only successfully broke through your blockade, but also determined the location of prehistoric mystery in the Capitol."

"What, he found that power?!"

Tom struggled even harder, his chest filled with anger, as if he was about to burn him.

He even blew up the Capitol, but he didn't find that power.

Stark...why can it be!!

"That power is there." The old man held the cross and pointed to the window.

Tom turned his head and looked at him, and he was stunned.

In the distance, a tall obelisk emits the brightest light in the night sky.

Tom finally understood where the strong light seen when he was in a coma came from!

But instead, he was a little unacceptable.

Tom murmured, "How is it possible if it is not in the Capitol?"

"Of course I'm not here." The old man said softly:

"The morning light is dim,

May flowers,

The vast ocean is spreading.

The wand follows westward,

Snake trees fall to the ground and bloom.

The mystery found,

Lost for a long time,

Hidden in the land where the country was established.”

He finally closed the book in his hand and put it back on the bookshelf, saying somewhat disappointed:

"The land of a country refers to the establishment of a country by a Muggle. They are the masters of this land, not wizards.
To be continued...