The gatherings of the Golden Dawn Club were held as usual. In the previous gatherings, Sean spent most of the time teaching his practical experience. After many gatherings, the learning atmosphere of the Golden Dawn is now quite good.
Most of the students who join the Golden Dawn at Hogwarts are third-year students and below. In addition to Harry and others who usually have a good relationship with Sean, there are about twenty people, most of whom are Gryffindors and Hutchies.
Patch, there are not many Ravenclaw students.
Most of the eaglets are proud and more accustomed to living alone. Those who joined Golden Dawn were several classmates from Sean's same grade, as well as the senior Selma Murphy whom they met before.
Hermione, who is planning to take ancient runes as an elective next school year, recently had a lively chat with this senior.
Nurmengard has no fresh blood since Hugo and the other four joined. The threat of Fabian Aiken is the main reason, and the competitive relationship between the two schools also has some influence.
And after Grindelwald was declared guilty, no one came to join the club.
But for Sean, this is actually a good thing. He will return to Hogwarts at the end of this school year. There are too many people in Nurmengard to control.
Now, Hugo, Ian, Patricia and Savannah are completely familiar with each other. They are almost all the best in their grade. And after getting along with each other, we can find that these people have quite good conduct.
trustworthy.
If Sean wants to control more of Nurmengard's power, it would be better to let these "locals" do it secretly.
The party started with the members surrounding Sean. He didn't hide much and told the members some things that could be said.
The Great Fire of Paris, the Fire Giant, the evil organization Death Eaters, a series of news that made everyone scream.
Hugo sighed with regret: "There's a big fire in Paris... If only I were there..."
Paris has provoked you, why do you want this place to catch fire...
"This is what happened recently," Sean said, "The wizarding world is about to be in chaos."
There were all smart people present. After nodding in agreement, someone asked: "President, what will our club do in the future?"
"We have to do it. Although we haven't graduated yet, we have to prepare for a rainy day. When the situation breaks out, it will be too late to prepare." Sean said.
"But we are still students..." Savannah, who was more cautious and sensitive, frowned.
"Age and status are not obstacles. To put it another way, it is precisely because we are still students that it is easier for others to relax their vigilance towards us when we do certain things. And, to be honest -" Sean smiled slightly, "This time
I have seen the strength of many members of the Wizarding United Guards. Some of them were once Aurors or well-known wizards, but in my opinion, the gap between us and them is not big."
Harry and Ron looked at each other and asked in unison: "Really?"
"certainly."
Of course it's fake... No matter how you say it, Aurors are still Aurors. Let alone Harry Ron and others, even Sean and Patricia, the strongest among this group of people, are still far behind each other.
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However, if you stand in front of Grindelwald, except for Dumbledore, there is no difference between others.
Sean said this to give some confidence to the people present. Of course, information alone was not enough. He also formulated a series of study plans.
The parchment was handed out to everyone, and it listed in detail the aspects that everyone should focus on strengthening.
For example, Hugo's spell was powerful enough, but the casting speed was still lacking. Sean poured his experience into teaching it.
Another example is Harry. His actual combat level has improved very quickly, and his combat intuition is quite sharp, but his magic reserves are not enough. Sean prepared his own magic notes for him, from beginner to master.
For almost everyone, Sean has a study plan that suits them.
Not only that, he also added spells that had not yet been taught to them in school, such as the Disappearance Curse, the Shadow Worm Curse, etc.
"So many." George and Fred exclaimed in unison.
Sean smiled slightly: "To prepare for a rainy day, instead of rushing around in unpredictable circumstances in the future, it is better to give up some entertainment and recreation now. Just think about it, guys, after one or two years, your classmates are still studying for the wizard level exam.
Worry, you can already compete with the wizards outside the school. You can firmly control your own destiny, and you can freely decide your own future. Isn't it pleasant? And in the longer future, the Golden Dawn will be because of you.
The first batch of members became famous all over the world——"
Sean's prestige was exerted by his long-term performance and subtle influence in daily life. The group of people looked at each other and saw the smile on each other's faces.
After animatedly discussing the club's prospects and personal dreams for a while, someone raised a question.
Patricia said: "President, you will be returning to Hogwarts soon. The plan for the next school year has not yet been determined. How will we contact you then? Owls are too inefficient."
Sean raised his eyebrows: "Of course. Close your eyes and turn around."
"Um?"
Dazzling golden light illuminated the entire room, and the screams of Fred and George could be heard.
"Ah, flashbang!"
Sean shook his head helplessly. The two brothers were really restless. Fortunately, he had expected it and turned his back to them.
Ignoring the Weasley twins who were blushing and crying, everyone else looked at Sean's palm in surprise.
"This is... the symbol of our Golden Dawn?"
"Yes."
By the time Sean finished explaining the detailed usage of the symbols, George and Fred couldn't even care about their eyes that were still crying.
"Is it okay to play pranks?"
"Don't make trouble, man." Ian stepped forward and looked at the symbols carefully. He had always been very interested in such unorthodox spells.
"This is a very, very profound sealing spell... Sean, did you create it yourself?"
Sean shrugged: "So be it."
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Creating a spell of this level cannot be described as a genius.
Ian murmured: "I finally understand why Professor Grindelwald values you so much, even if he resists arrest, he will take you to observe..."
Sean: "..."
Strong lights kept coming on in the classroom, and after everyone was imprinted, everyone's eyes were red, and their vision was filled with small floating light spots.
"Although it is very profound, it really hurts the eyes..."
Sean chuckled: "It's a small side effect, remember not to wake up the mark at the same time in the future."
Fred and George were very excited. They loved this mark that they could sneak attack on.
After doing all this, Sean roughly informed everyone of the information that needed to be heard. They each had their own channels, and when the time came, they would be unified into a stable source of information.
"By the way, Savannah," Sean looked at the third-year girl from Nurmengard, "your family has dealt with many pure-blood families, right?"
Savannah nodded and spoke very quickly: "Almost all pure-blood families in Europe have done business with our family, but our family's strength is average and we don't have deep contact with them, and I haven't had much contact with them either."
"There is no need to probe into the pure-blood family's internal information. I want to know, do you know the location of the pure-blood family's old residence?"
"Old Mansion?" Savannah raised her head and thought for a moment before replying, "Most of the manors of pure-blood families are covered by magic, but that's usually for Muggles. I can't say I fully understand it, but most of them do.
.It’s just that if you don’t have the corresponding magic spell, you won’t be able to see the gate of the manor.”
"It's okay, just the location is fine."
"Okay, then I will write everything I know on the parchment for you later." Although Savannah was a little confused, she nodded readily.
A strange smile appeared on Sean's lips.
…
"Creak-" Even if the visitor didn't exert any force, the old wooden door groaned, the door bolts were shaking, and the wooden sign with the words "The Hanged Ghost Tavern" engraved on it rattled.
The tavern owner raised his head and took a look. The person who came was a tall, thin, middle-aged man. He was wearing an exquisite suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, and his mahogany cane with gold rims struck the floor with a "dou" sound.
The boss looked at the other person up and down, and a smile appeared on his originally impatient face.
Although our own is the only pub in the village, this small Hangleton village is far away from the city. The only people who can come here to have a drink are familiar old faces. Well-dressed London gentlemen like this are not uncommon - the boss heard that this kind of
People are generally generous with their actions.
"Sir, would you like a drink?"
The middle-aged man took off his hat and said, "Bring me a glass of gin, please."
"Wait a moment, sir."
When the wine glass came on stage, the middle-aged man happily took a picture of a fifty-pound note.
"Please stop looking, sir, can I ask you for directions?" The middle-aged man asked politely without touching the wine glass.
The boss's eyes lit up, he put the banknotes into his arms and said enthusiastically: "Of course, of course, sir, I have lived in Little Hangleton for decades, and no one is more familiar with this place than my old Hank."
"Where is the church?"
"Church? Go out and turn left and go straight to a square. There is a flower shop on the square. Go through the alley to the left of the flower shop and walk for ten minutes. If you turn right twice in a row, you can see the church spire."
"Oh, thank you very much." The gentleman thanked him politely.
"Sir, why are you looking for a church?" the boss asked.
The man sighed: "I just learned that an elder of mine once lived here and is also buried here. I wanted to come and remember him."
"I see-" The boss wanted to chat a few more words, but the guest had already stood up.
He did not touch the glass of wine, took off his hat again and walked out of the pub.
Watching the customer go out, the boss said: "Rich people really don't regard money as money."
Then he took the gin back.
"Let's wait until Old John comes and sell him at a discount..."
The middle-aged man walked out of the tavern and walked for a while in the direction directed by the boss before arriving in front of the church.
"This is it..." the man said to himself, and then walked towards the cemetery.
He is none other than Sean after his transformation.
Sean couldn't remember the location of the Gunter's old house, but he knew that the Riddle house and the Gunter's old house must be very close, and Savannah happened to give him the location of the Gunter's old house, which was Little Hanger.
Dun Village.
He used the Vanishing Cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then used the Disillusionment Charm to cross the familiar playground. When he got outside the school, Sean used the Flying Charm to turn into black smoke.
Fortunately, Little Hangleton Village is not too far from Hogwarts, and Sean successfully found it based on the map.
However, as soon as he arrived at his destination, he saw another building. The walls were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof had almost fallen off. The surrounding tall nettle fields had grown up to the walls of the building without being taken care of.
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After using the Eagle Eye potion, Sean also saw a dead snake nailed to the wooden door of the old house.
Gunter's old house.
There might be another Horcrux of Voldemort hidden inside. Sean was worried about being detected by the defensive magic here, so he walked into the village from a distance.
He is not strong enough now, so Gaunt's old house will be left alone for now. This is not the goal of this trip.
After finding the cemetery next to the church, it was almost evening. Sean waited until nightfall before walking into the cemetery.
He did not change back, but took out his wand and looked at the tombstones of different sizes.
In the overgrown cemetery, Sean finally found his target next to a yew tree.
It was a towering marble tombstone, covered with moss and already mottled by the erosion of time.
The name of the owner of the tombstone is engraved on the top.
Tom Riddle
(1880——1943)
Sean's eyes narrowed slightly: "I found you."
Yes, this is his goal!
Voldemort has too many Horcruxes, especially in this world line that is already very different.
Sean didn't know if the soul of Voldemort that disappeared in Père Lachaise Cemetery was the last piece. He couldn't be sure.
However, since there is no way to be sure, it is even more important to be prepared. For example -
Prevent Voldemort from resurrecting in advance.
Although Voldemort's soul parasitism is terrifying, one thing can be drawn from Sean's two personal experiences - perhaps it is a side effect of parasitism. Voldemort is obviously not rational when invading other people's bodies, and his strength seems to have declined.
Sean speculated that Voldemort might need to have a real body to be considered half-complete - after all, his soul had long been shattered.
Then what Sean has to do is very simple.
For Voldemort to truly be resurrected, he needs his father's bones, right?
He waved his wand, and the sarcophagus was slowly opened. Inside was old Tom Riddle, who had turned into bones. With the magic of the levitating spell, the bones floated out of the grave.
Sean rubbed the ring and took out a huge wooden box.
Inside is another white skeleton.
The mannequin sent from Diagon Alley is made from the bones of a snow monster. I heard that there are also bones of wild dogs in it - who cares about this?
However, Sean has no interest in taking the bones of Voldemort's biological father back.
Putting the flowers he brought on top of the bones, he waved his wand as usual: "Diffindo, Incendio."