He snorted and said coldly in his heart: "No wonder Ravenclaw chose William Stark."

But it doesn't matter. The old man chose the young man in front of him.

No matter how the situation changes, it will not affect his final plan.

The old man calmly took a book from the bookshelf. After he opened it, he lowered his head and sniffed it hard. A sarcastic smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"Don't worry, Tom William didn't take that power away. It was the successor I left specifically for me, and he couldn't take it away!

Even if he takes the obelisk, I can teach you myself.”

Instead of answering, Tom raised his head and said curiously: "Are these Muggle religious books so interesting?"

After a while, he saw the old man holding many books.

The old man did not answer, but instead read the book in his hand and told a story he didn't want to do:

“In the past, the prophet Moses led the Hebrew people and migrated from Egypt to the land of God’s promised land of Canaan.

When passing through the Red Sea, he separated the Red Sea, revealing a passage, and the sea water made walls on both sides.

The Hebrews were able to cross the sea.

When the Egyptians chased into the Red Sea, he combined the sea and submerged the pursuers.

Tom, do you think your magic can do this level?”

Tom shook his head.

Not to mention him, even Dumbledore and Voldemort at his peak could not be able to separate the Red Sea in an instant.

That's the sea, not a small ditch like the Thames!

"Moses was adopted by the daughter of Pharaoh Ramses II, so he could enter the mysterious school in Egypt and learn all the prehistoric mysteries."

The old man raised the Bible in his hand and said:

"Moses also stayed, and they were the five first scriptures of the Old Testament."

"You mean, Moses wrote the prehistoric mystery in the Bible?" Tom said astonished. "I thought it would be something Muggle made of."

"Some of the miracles in religious books are indeed fictional and exaggerated by later generations over the years, but some are true.

so……"

The old man smiled and said in an aria-like voice:

“Don’t stop reading day and night,

You are black lettering

I read blank paper.

That's all."

Tom showed a greedy look and asked carefully: "Is there any other book besides the Bible?"

The old man did not hide anything and said with a smile:

"Prehistorical mysteries are scattered all over the world, among Christians, among Muslims, among Judaism, among Hinduism, among Taoism..."

Tom remembered all these titles in his heart and prepared to go back and read them.

The old man seemed to see through what he was thinking and said softly:

"Yes, the prehistoric mystery is hidden in these old paper piles.

These books have existed for thousands of years and are the most widely circulated and published.

But Tom, you know why, everyone can get these books, and so few people have obtained prehistoric mysteries?"

Tom shook his head.

The old man said meaningfully:

"The original content of these books has been tampered with a lot. Later generations have continuously added and modified the content to serve themselves, true and false.

Of course, even if you have the original manuscript, only a few people can understand the true meaning.

Only those who are worthy can obtain prehistoric mystery.

Are you worthy of it, Tom?"

Tom was suddenly in awe. When he looked at the old man again, his strange decorations of all religions... were finally no longer inappropriate.

Instead, it seems unfathomable.

Like an abyss!

Tom lowered his head and asked humbly:

"Can you teach me the most powerful of the four giants of the Snake King, the eternal master of the Snake House?"

The old man seemed to be amused by Tom's series of titles, and he laughed:

"Of course, my child, I came here across the long river of time just to wait for you.

You are the one I chose.

But, are you ready?"

"What do you need me to do?" Tom's eyelids drooped, becoming more and more humble.

"It's very simple, help me get something from the god of death."

"You want me to look for death?" Tom was stunned.

"Didn't you ever think about going to seek death?" The old man said with a smile:

"Especially after knowing the story of the three brothers and the Deathly Hallows."

"Yes, I did think about it." Tom did not hide it: "But looking for death requires three people to walk with him.

They are either related by blood or are as close as brothers. But I am only alone now and the conditions are not met."

"You can take the Horcrux to the road, and the split souls meet the conditions." The old man said lightly.

Tom shook his head: "I was resurrected by the Horcrux.

The size of the soul now is only enough for me to make another Horcrux, otherwise my soul will collapse.

These are only two people.

Of course, I originally found a Horcrux, which was your ring, but it was snatched away by Stark."

Tom's meaning is very clear, and he hopes the old man can help him get it back.

In fact, Tom originally planned to take that soul to find the god of death.

When Voldemort was resurrected that year, Worm Tail stole a tube of Harry's blood to Tom.

Tom even planned to use this tube of blood to resurrect that soul.

But Stark destroyed the plan.

The old man seemed not to understand what he meant, and he said calmly:

"Tom, there is still a soul left behind.

That year, in the secret room, after you were resurrected, you wanted to kill the young man, but was rebounded by the prehistoric mystery on him and split a very small soul.

That soul was attached to the boy."

"Harry Potter?!"

"Yes, find him." The old man looked out the window and said, "I will teach you the prehistoric secrets and give you the power of the obelisk.

I will also guide you and your two lovely companions on the road to seeking death.

I just want you, after asking for two Deathly Hallows, I will also ask for the third one."

Tom's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly promised: "Of course, I will do it!"

The old man didn't speak, and this promise was meaningless to him.

He looked at the obelisk, and at this time the east was white, and the sun shone on it, shining.

The old man thought to himself:

"All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly bidding for the price.

Are you ready, Tom?"

...
Chapter completed!