Chapter 391: Demons Gathering to Discuss

Underground Chamber.

The underground chamber was no different from before. It was pitch black without a ray of light, and there was nothing inside except the four walls.

The old man was still sitting in the center of the chamber, tightly bound by eight snake-shaped chains of different colors. These were the snake chains incarnated by the ultimate secret "Eight Snakes Sealing Technique" performed by Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, at the cost of his life.

The difference was that the magic fluctuations on the old man's body were compared with the dead silence in the past. At this moment, there was a faint undercurrent that made people's hair stand on end.

The eight snake chains began to look dim, and the ferocious snake heads in the past also lost their former ferocity and looked listless.

Four people in black robes knelt quietly on the floor in front of him, their bodies straight, but they didn't say a word.

"Master, as you ordered, everyone has been brought here." Jafar, who usually looks ferocious, bowed his head and said respectfully with a gentle face, without any trace of evil spirit on him.

"Very good," the old man opened his eyes, revealing red snake pupils. Although he didn't even open his mouth, his deep and powerful voice sounded directly in the indoor space, which was obviously some kind of extremely profound mental magic.

As the old man spoke, the eight snake chains began to become impatient, constantly wriggling on the old man, trying to tighten his binding, but the old man's face was flat and did not change at all, obviously indifferent to the changes of the snake chains.

"Since everyone is here, I won't waste words, let's get straight to the point - I am Helbo, some of you may not have heard of my name, I am the wizard ancestor of the snake language master lineage, people call me despicable Helbo." The old man said.

Voldemort was slightly moved. Since he knew the true identity of Morgan Le Fay, he already knew that there were still a few immortals in the world who had avoided death by special means and survived to this day. He didn't expect that someone had done this as early as the ancient century, which was more than 500 years earlier than the Middle Ages of Morgan Le Fay!

Morgan Le Fay seemed to have guessed the identity of the old man and did not show any surprise.

"Today, I summoned you here to discuss our next plan, um..." Helpo said, "but before that, we must be frank once, so that we can establish a foundation for cooperation with mutual trust. I need to know - what is your ultimate pursuit of cooperating with us to subvert the magic world?"

"You go first, Lord Dark Lord," Morgan said with a girlish smile.

"I first want to control the Ministry of Magic, starting from Great Britain, and then slowly extend it to other European countries. After gaining power, I want to clean up those hemp seeds who steal magical power, abolish those meaningless laws and management, and let the ancient and noble bloodline rule the world again." Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"Pure blood is supreme..." Helbo whispered, then sneered slightly: "You think so because you think you are different. You found that you have ancient blood in your body, right?"

Voldemort snorted coldly, "I have the blood of Slytherin in my body." His tone was full of pride.

The eight snake chains that bound Helbo seemed to be stimulated by something. They raised their heads at the same time, constantly swallowing and spitting out their snake tongues, making a shrill hissing sound.

Helbo sneered and said coldly: "It's ridiculous. Do you know that the sealing technique that binds me now comes from your ancestor, Salazar Slytherin."

"What?" Voldemort couldn't help but say, "Is the ancestor still alive?"

"Strictly speaking, he has long lost his true life. What remains here is just a trace of his split soul. You know the magic of splitting the soul, right?" Helbo said.

Voldemort nodded. He had already made six Horcruxes, and he was already very familiar with the rituals, methods and processes of splitting souls. If Slytherin only had a trace of soul left, he could not be considered alive. At best, he still had a trace of will to maintain the power of the seal.

"In fact, in the final analysis, what you want is just to prove your own extraordinaryness-" Helbo said: "My intelligence tells me that when you deal with those ancient blood wizards who are against you, your methods are not necessarily very merciful. The so-called pure blood supremacy is just superficial. What you really want is nothing more than to make everyone in the world fear you and remember your name."

Morgan Le Fay had said something similar as early as in the Little Hangleton Cemetery, so Voldemort was not surprised.

"This is not a conflict," Voldemort's eyes flashed with a strange light. He showed rare patience and explained in a low voice: "If I can finally successfully rebuild a magical world ruled by ancient bloodlines, so that the blood power of wizards can be purified and sublimated, and those long-lost, powerful and earth-shaking ancient magics can be reappeared in the world, reappearing the glory of wizards in ancient times-"

"The magic world is ushering in a prosperous era again, and from this, the world will remember my name-" Voldemort said coldly, "I am a great man in the magic world, the great Lord Voldemort."

Herbo's calm face could not deny it, and turned to Morgan and asked: "Then, Ms. Le Fay, what you are pursuing is also to rule the world?"

Morgan shook his head gently and whispered: "Back then, I was bewildered and fell into the trap of King Arthur, which led to the decline of the Avalon School. In the end, even the base of Avalon Island could not be preserved... I am sorry for my teacher, I am sorry for my brothers and sisters who followed me..."

"I want to get back what I lost--" She raised her head, her eyes shot out a firm light, and said in a deep voice: "I want to rebuild the Avalon School, I want to restore the glory of the Avalon School, I want revenge, and eliminate Arthur's blood descendants, leaving no one alive!"

"Hehe," Helbo raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, and his originally red snake pupils slowly turned deeper, "You all think well, but in my opinion, they are all unrealistic fantasies."

Both Voldemort and Morgan are not good men and women, and they are decisive and bloody in their respective forces. At this moment, being ridiculed by Helbo, their faces immediately turned cold, and they involuntarily exuded a dangerous aura.

Jafar and Barbarossa were both controlled by Herbo, they had no choice but to obey Herbo's orders unconditionally. At this moment, they both snorted coldly at the same time, exuding violent magic power, vaguely competing with Fumo and the other two.