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I smile a little at the people surrounding me and give them a handshake before slowly getting into Gringotts. I never thought that I would become this famous after defeating that so-called dark lord.

I know that my mission is to become famous but come on. It was like this body did not defeat the previous dark lord. Hell, the last dark lord is the one causing world war two and is even more famous than Voldemort.

"Next!"

I snap from my thoughts when I hear the goblin calling me. I walk forward and greet the ugly creature.

"Greeting."

"Hurry up, wizard. We don't have all day."

Welp. It looked like they did not want pleasantries. I look at the goblin right in the eye and say,

"I want to sell something to Gringotts."

"We are not a store. Next!"

I release a tired sigh before taking out a one-kilogram Mythril ingot from my bag of holding. After dropping the ingot in front of him, I can see his eyes widen up at the sight of the precious metal. I already did some research the previous night. I'm in search of which metal, jewel, or ingredient costs a lot of money.

After searching about it for a few hours, I got three items I could sell: mithril, Bloodroot, and Deep Shroom. Bloodroot is an illegal ingredient that I can get by draining human blood while the said human is alive and screaming in agony. As for Deep Shroom… I did not have it inside my pocket dimension. As its name suggests, Deep shrooms can only be found in the deep sea. They can only grow in a high-pressure place like the deep sea.

Not only did I not have time to do a deep-sea exploration, but I also did not have enough equipment for it. That only leaves mithril. Mithril is a metal that is light but very durable. Not only that, but it is also able to channel some mana through it.

I have a lot of mithril inside my pocket dimension, and I take a few kilograms of it. The reason why I want to sell that mithril? I want to buy some fauna of this world and move it inside my pocket dimension.

Not only for potion ingredients but also for food. I hear from the people inside my pocket dimension that they miss some creature from their world because they are a great pet and a great potion ingredient.

Seeing I have a chance of buying those animals, I decide to do it.

"So? Do you want it or not? I'm very busy, and I only have a few hours of free time. If you do not want it, I will go to the dwarf or gnome in Switzerland."

"Oh! No. No. Would you please follow me inside? We will discuss the price for this ingot."

"Good."

~Two days later~

I look at my waifu, who gather inside the headmaster's office. We are all ready to go back home. I have already bought as many creatures as I can. Hermione buys as many books, Medea buys some potion ingredients, Rin buys some magic jewels, and Kara buys many enchanted clothes.

"Is there anything you guys have to do before we get back? We still have a few hours."

"Nope"

They shake their head at my question. I nod my head and click the complete mission button on my phone. A second later, all of us get transported to the company hub once again.

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|3rd POV|

|Three months later. Potterverse|

A man wearing a dark cloak walks inside a pub located in northern Russia. This figure walks toward the table in the corner of the room and sits down on the chair in front of a man in his fifties.

"Tom Riddle. What do you want?"

"Don't call me that! I'm Lord Voldemort!"

"Heh. Where is this lord coming from? Slytherin? Well, sad for you, the Gringotts have already found the TRUE descendant of Lord Slytherin. You are nothing but a half-blood born from a muggle slave father."

Tom Riddle grits his teeth and looks at his former loyal supporter, Nikolay Grigorievich. He is a lord in the Russian magical community. He is a pureblood supporter and the biggest pureblood philosophy supporter.

"You will regret this, Nikolay. Mark my word. Once I restore my power, you will be the first person that will regret it. Once I kill that old fool, you will be the next one."

"Pfft. Killing Dumbledore? You? Even with the help of hundreds of dark creatures, you cannot kill him, and you want to kill him now? Alone? Don't make me laugh. People think of him as a Merlin reborn, but I know better. He is the only man that gets close to godhood. My family knows Merlin, and Dumbledore is even stronger than the greatest wizard ever born, Tom. So don't make me laugh. You want to defeat him? Yeah right. Not after he destroyed most of your soul. I know you use Horcrux to stay alive, and I also know that your magic is on the brink of destruction after your soul gets destroyed with your Horcruxes."

"You… How?"

"Heh. How do I know? My family is old, Tom. We are older than even your four great founders. Our family has the biggest library in the world, and among those books, there is forbidden knowledge like Horcruxes and how to destroy them without even collecting the item ourselves. You want to destroy me? Dream on. Now, get away from my face, you disgusting wraith, before I kill you myself."

Tom Riddle got up from his chair and quickly fled from the pub. While he did not want to admit it, Tom couldn't defeat Nikolay in a duel. When he is in his prime, he can do it easily, but after what Dumbledore did to him and his Horcruxes, his magic slowly and surely disappeared from his body.

Tom Riddle tries anything he can to restore his soul to its prime, but all of them fail. From a dark ritual to a sacrificial ritual to increase his magic, all of them are only temporary solutions. The only thing that ties his soul to the walking world is the Slave mark on his follower's arms.

The so-called Dark Mark is a slave mark that steals his follower magic for himself.

"I will remember this. I will raise once more! I'm the greatest dark lord Voldemort! I will be back."

Tom continues to throw tantrums while walking toward the forest. He thought that he still had a lot of time, but sadly for him, his time was almost over. Dark Lord Voldemort will not die in the flame of glory like he thought it would be. No. Voldemort will die alone in the middle of nowhere without anyone even remembering his moniker.