If Hagrid's arrival at the Hut-On-The-Rock in the Sea was one of the greatest mysteries in the Harry Potter Random Worlds across the Multiverse, then there was one other thing that made the Contestants feel utterly helpless.
How to contact the Dark Lord, Voldemort?
Of course, every Contestant, regardless of their interests, knew that a weakened Dark Lord was hiding in the forests of Albania just before the original events took place in the main tiline.
In the ancient days of the Primordial Tower, the Contestants didn't take much ti to start searching for him en masse.
Contestants of the Chaos' Valley wanted to contact the Dark Lord to gain his favor, serve under him, or replace Quirrell to beco his host for possession.
On the other hand, the Contestants of the Order's Peak wanted to find him to either report him to the officials or prevent him from possessing Quirrell.
But even after hundreds of hundreds of years, even after billions of Contestants going in and out of Albania's forests, searching every dust particle the forest carried, none could find even the shadow of the Dark Lord.
So, the Higher Floor Contestants again theorized a possibility.
The matter of Lord Voldemort's hiding was the Tiline's... sweet spot.
It wasn't like the Contestants couldn't find him in the forest.
It was the Tiline that actively prevented them from doing so.
Like Harry Potter, Voldemort too enjoyed the Tiline's Providence, even though it was only a Lead Providence.
So the only way left for the Contestants to contact Voldemort was to either have a mission during the 1st Wizarding World War or after he had already possessed Quirrell. Anything in between was and would remain a dark gap in the tiline.
Kai was one of the few Contestants in the history of the Primordial Tower who had gotten to know sothing about Voldemort's missing period.
Now he just had to confirm if The Order Of The Immortal Lotus was as grand as having their presence across the Multiverse or not.
But now that the Dark Lord had already begun acting his part, Kai had no plans of waiting anymore before making the first contact.
Again, the Privileged Faceless was about to use his advantage to its fullest potential.
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Next Morning,
Leaky Cauldron
The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.
"Bless my soul," whispered the old bartender, "Harry Potter...what an honor. It's... almost like eting Ms. Darcie in person."
He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry, and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.
"Welco back, Mr. Potter, welco back."
Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out.
Hagrid was beaming at first. Now, after hearing that na, his large forehead gained creases.
Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next mont, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm eting you at last. Just yesterday I was reading an article on you and Ms. Darcie."
"So proud, Mr. Potter, I'm just so proud."
"Always wanted to shake both you and Ms. Darcie's hand — I'm all of a flutter. One down. One to go."
Harry Potter finally caught up on the oddness he had been feeling.
At first, he was just taken aback because of all the welcos and excited expressions.
Now, he wanted to know who was this Ms. Darcie and why everyone was comparing him to her.
I must ask Hagrid later, Harry thought, shaking hands nervously.
"Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the na, Dedalus Diggle."
"I've seen you before!" said Harry, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitent. "You bowed to once in a shop."
"He rembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? He rembers !" Harry shook hands again and again — Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.
It was then a pale young man made his way forward, very nervously.
One of his eyes was twitching.
[Hibernating all Echoes...] The Ad Infinitum beeped. [Switching Title to Proficient Collector...]
For the first ti after coming to the Primordial Tower, Kai experienced a 15 Attribute Points worth of boost in his Luck.
There were no extre changes in his surroundings. Nor did the Mana or Breath responded to it.
It was also not because a 15 attribute points boost was nothing.
It was just Kai's Luck had finally beco what was considered to be... above average.
Still, so things were bound to get affected because of it.
That's why the Ad Infinitum hibernated all its hacking and computing power, focusing entirely on the person standing in front of Hagrid and Harry Potter.
"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid, two yellow crystals bobbing up and down in his beady, black eyes. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
[100oth Iteration of Soft Legilincy failed...] The Ad Infinitum beeped. [Attempting Hard Knocking...]
Kai and the Ad Infinitum had decided on two approaches.
Soft Legilincy was the one where the AI would try to find the tiniest gap in Quirrell's mind and bug the entire Mindscape.
But Quirrell's mind wasn't just his now. It was backed up by the Dark Lord, who was one of the greatest Legilins himself.
Hence ca the Hard Knocking.
Kai would rather attempt to bombard his way into Quirrell's mind at this mont. Because, his pri motive was to make contact with Lord Voldemort, not to enslave the wizard.
It would most definitely alert the Dark Lord, he knew.
But so what?
"P-P-Potter," stamred Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to et you."
[... 300th Iteration failed...]
"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"
[... 3000th Iteration failed...]
"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. No... he failed to think about it.
His thoughts were scattering.
[... 30000th Iteration failed...]
"N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously, his brows twitching. "You'll be g-getting all your equipnt, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.
But then... Professor Quirrell's thoughts indeed stagnated, the terrified emotion on his face refusing to change.
"Must get on — lots ter buy. Co on, Harry." Hagrid grumbled.
Doris Crockford shook Harry's hand one last ti, and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
Hagrid grinned at Harry.
"Told yeh, didn't I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter et yeh — mind you, he's usually tremblin'."
"Is he always that nervous?"
"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get so firsthand experience....They say he t vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag — never been the sa since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject — now, where's umbrella?"
Vampires? Hags? Harry's head was swimming. Then he rembered.
"Hagrid..." he began, looking at the giant, "... Who's Darcie?"
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The White Serpent Tower,
Lesser Bounded Field
In the Throne Hall of the Tower, Kai was sitting on the throne as Darcie in utter silence.
g, Red Sun, Cersei, Spawn, and Petyr were there, too, eying him gravely. They all knew how much they depended on Kai's Luck at this mont for their plans.
Just as the mont of Hagrid and Voldemort's eting passed, and all hope felt lost, Darcie jerked.
For the first ti, the White Serpent Pirates got to see the creepiest smile on the girl's face.
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[... 300000th Iteration... Success.]
Two yellow crystals bobbed up and down in Professor Quirrell's eyes.
And thus began the tale of the greatest Tiline Diverging event of this Harry Potter Random World.
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