Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 428: Shawn – Wallop!

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Voldemort trembled. For a long time, he was extremely proud.

He took it for granted that a wizard like himself with ancient noble blood, remarkable magical talent, and even extraordinary wisdom should be proud.

No, ego.

Voldemort believes that he has the absolute right to be conceited.

Even though he failed several times in a row, Voldemort believed from the bottom of his heart that there was nothing shameful about being defeated by the combination of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

Conceited like Voldemort, he had to admit that these two old men possessed the most powerful strength in the world, otherwise, he would not have chosen to cooperate with the returnees.

But so what, the great strength of these two people comes from their age of a century, and I should be younger, more talented, and more ambitious, not to mention, the two of them are still working together to deal with me.

Furthermore, the environment in which he grew up was incomparable to those from wizarding families. The experience in the orphanage gave Voldemort a vague and strange sense of superiority—I grew up in such a difficult environment, and I had no one to teach me about magic, but I did better than you!

But now, the scene in his memory made it impossible for Voldemort to maintain his peaceful heart.

It is acceptable to lose at the hands of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, this kid who has only studied magic for a few years, he is not even a half-breed, he comes from that humble Muggle family.

A mudblood who should be at the bottom, dares to pretend to be himself to deceive his most capable subordinates.

Even!

Under the guidance of the other party's words, Barty Jr. became even more loyal!

This strong sense of gap made Voldemort completely unacceptable.

He stared fiercely at the Sean in his memory, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

Memory will not be interrupted by Voldemort's mood swings, this has already happened, and Sean is still brainwashing little Barty.

"Barty, how much do you know about souls?"

Little Barty said respectfully: "Very rarely, I probably only know a superficial Imperius Curse, so I am nothing in front of you."

Sean smiled smugly: "Of course... Batty, I have been researching the soul, and this time, the dirty soul fragment that I separated out is a good thing, but also a troublesome thing."

"Why do you say that, great master?" Barty Jr. asked cooperatively.

Shawn waved his wand lightly, and the tip of his wand emitted a green light: "Wallop's body is so good that I can't believe he's actually a Mudblood... Ha, but this body is mine now, and I've fully occupied it, integrating my soul into this body."

"However, even I dare not say that I have fully understood the mysteries of the soul, and accidents still occur..." Xiao En's eyes darkened.

"Master?" Little Barty looked at Sean eagerly.

"When I took possession of the body, this kid's soul resisted fiercely. Dumbledore and Grindelwald had taught him about soul spells, and he was able to barely support it under my attack—" Sean lied without changing his face, but Little Barty's expression clearly believed it.

Even, he felt great trust because of his master's unreserved attitude toward him.

"Of course I can deal with this kid's soul slowly, but it's a pity that he was in Nurmengard at the time, and that old immortal Grindelwald would always pay attention to him..." Sean snorted forcefully, with resentment on his face, "I hid it from other people's eyes, of course I can't fail at the most critical moment."

"But I, Voldemort, am the greatest dark wizard after all," Sean raised his chin conceitedly under Batty's frenzied eyes, "I found a better solution—over the years, I have also encountered big troubles when studying the soul.

Little Barty turned pale with shock, the importance of the soul to a wizard is self-evident.

Just as he was about to speak anxiously, his eyes suddenly widened. Immediately afterwards, the urgent expression on his face immediately turned into surprise.

"Master, you said, separated a bunch of garbage?"

Sean smiled triumphantly: "Barty, you are still as sharp as ever—yes, I took this opportunity to separate the hidden dangers in the depths of my soul. Now I have the body with the most potential and the strongest soul. They are inseparable, and I will become stronger."

"Master, I am moved by your wisdom and strength." Little Barty knelt down on one knee again.

"Get up, my friend," Sean smiled softly, "Do you know why I'm telling you this?"

"First of all, of course it is your trust in me, and secondly, it should be the little trouble you mentioned just now?"

Shawn smiled with satisfaction: "It's really a pleasure to talk to a smart person like you."

"It's all master, you taught me well." Little Barty said respectfully.

Even in memory, Voldemort almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

This master-servant mutual flattery made him feel terrible.

Sean patted the other person on the shoulder: "Baty, on that soul fragment, the consciousness belonging to Sean Wallop has been completely killed by me, but his resentment and unwillingness before his death are attached to the fragment I separated, forming a strange thing."

"Like a ghost?"

"It's somewhat similar, and you don't understand the reason behind it. You just need to know that the soul fragment has escaped to a certain corner of the world and is slowly recovering its power."

"Then, master? Shall I find that fragment and destroy it?" Batty asked quickly.

Shawn waved his hand: "It's not that simple. It's still a part of my soul. Although it's garbage, it also took away part of my strength and knowledge. For me, that's not a big problem, but for you, there may be hidden dangers."

He glanced coldly at the manor, inside, the Death Eaters were being taught by Bella.

"I don't have much energy for the time being. I'm going to get my strength back and move towards a higher level. During this period, my main focus will not be on you..." Sean turned his gaze back, with appreciation and trust in it, "Barty, you are different from those idiots with evil intentions, so I want to tell you this."

"Master!" This huge trust almost brought tears to Little Barty's eyes.

"When I retreat, the soul fragment may slowly become active, and it will probably want to take advantage of it and try to grab what belongs to me. But I am not someone it can provoke, so..." Sean looked at Batty with an expression of "you know what I mean".

Little Barty thought hard for a while, and then raised his head in shock: "You mean, it will pretend to be you while you are not around, and then come to us."

"That's right," Sean nodded lightly, "Although it's rubbish, it carries my aura, and even you can't tell the difference. And when I'm retreating, I won't be able to receive the messages you send me. At that time, you will have to face it alone..."

Little Barty immediately raised his head, subconsciously puffed out his chest.

"Master, no one can shake my loyalty to you! I am willing to make an unbreakable oath for this!"

Sean clapped his hands in relief: "Very well, I am relieved by your determination. There is no need for vows, my most trusted friend."

The memory is slowly dissipating into foam and mist, and the voices of the two are getting smaller and smaller.

"Remember, don't be blinded by that trash."

"Yes, master!"

In the room of the gloomy manor, the ugly baby suddenly raised its head from the pensieve.

Voldemort was panting violently, and even the snake's face had an unhealthy blush.

"Master, master?" Wormtail saw this scene, approached cautiously, and asked boldly.

Voldemort's panting gradually subsided, and his voice returned to its usual coldness.

"Get out, Wormtail."

"Huh? Lord, master?" Wormtail didn't react for a while.

Voldemort's slender eyes swept slightly, and the chill in his voice was terrifying.

"I said, get out-out-out."

"Yes! Yes!"

Wormtail fled the room desperately, closing the door behind him with trembling hands.

The room returns to silence.

After a while, the dazzling green light hit the opposite wall fiercely, the stones splashed, and the expensive antique vases and famous paintings were instantly reduced to ashes.

Voldemort's voice came out word by word from between his teeth, and the killing intent and endless resentment almost became real.

"Sean - Wallop!"

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"Sean—Walep!" The girl's crisp voice sounded, but there was some anger and dissatisfaction inside.

Lying on the soft cushion in a daze, Sean turned his head and saw the angry Hermione, and the little white flower behind her was secretly gesticulating with him.

"Hey, good evening girls - what's up, Hermione?" Sean didn't understand.

Hermione glared at him angrily: "Are you still asking me? You actually skipped class?! God, I can't believe it - it's still Snape's class! You didn't even see Snape's expression! Harry even got three extra points deducted for it!"

Sean was taken aback for a moment, and then his face turned pale with shock.

It's broken, there are too many things, he was so absorbed in thinking, he forgot the potions class...

Even, he couldn't even find an excuse, after all, Snape was also there...

However, I can't comment on the unlucky Harry.

Sean smiled wryly: "I said I forgot, do you believe me?"

Hermione's expression gradually turned from dissatisfaction to worry, and she stepped forward: "It's still that matter?"

"Yes." Sean nodded.

He thought about it for a while, and then told the two of them the general content of the matter.

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief: "Lockhart? Is he the last lurker?"

Shawn spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't expect it at first. I found something was wrong in the library this afternoon, and then I told you about it—ah, I forgot the Potions class. It's over. I don't know how I will be made things difficult by Snape in the next class."

Hermione also frowned: "He's been annoyed at seeing you lately..."

Daisy, who had been listening all the time, raised her hand like a primary school student rushing to answer.

"Sean, I can help you to plead with Professor Snape!"

"Don't!" Sean was so frightened that he quickly stopped Xiao Baihua.

If Daisy goes to plead for her...

Hehe, even if I turn the pumpkin juice upside down the next day, an orange-yellow liquid may flow out.

I am afraid that the poison must be filled directly into a whole cup...

"Hey...wait for death, and be scolded honestly in the next Potions class..." Xiao En said helplessly.

He really didn't want to skip class, but he was so absorbed in thinking about things that he really forgot.

The main object of this incident is Trelawney's prophecy. The returnee's plan is not considered a success. After all, an incomplete prophecy may kill him.

As for Hogwarts, with everyone's concerted efforts, they barely broke the opponent's plan, although they still don't know what prophecy the returnee wants.

However, the capture of the two lurkers is a bit of a gain. The dead Dawson is fine. If Lockhart, a professor who is getting less and less attention, is allowed to stay in Hogwarts safely, it may cause unimaginable big problems in the future.

In addition to thinking about the purpose of the returnee, Sean also thought about Lockhart's question.

With Lockhart's personality, being an undercover agent to the point of betraying himself was actually beyond Sean's expectation. It was hard for him to imagine what the returnee had done to Lockhart.

As for when the two sides got online, Sean tended to be when he was conducting an academic exchange program in Nurmengard.

Besides, Sean cares a little bit. In this incident, many people were continuously extracted and modified their memories. Sean himself has studied the memory spell in depth. It is not impossible for him to do it, but it is not so fast and convenient.

Returners' research on memory spells has probably exceeded their imagination~IndoMTL.com~It just so happens that Lockhart, who is proficient in memory spells, is still their undercover agent...

It may not be unrelated to Lockhart's proficiency in memory charms and his being an undercover agent.

This group of people who are not ghosts may be researching new spells or other uses of memory. As for the purpose, this is unknown.

One more thing, that is the black diamond-shaped crystal left by the dead Dawson, this thing is very weird. It is known that the black crystals can control the dementors to a certain extent. In addition, after Dawson used the method of self-mutilation by piercing the abdomen, his control over the mouth of silence will also increase significantly.

The most important thing is that the returnees seem to value this black diamond-shaped crystal very much, and they did not hesitate to expose Lockhart to try to get it back.

Sean has been thinking about these aspects all afternoon, and then he didn't get too many useful conclusions.

Dumbledore is not there, the old Grindelwald is counting ants under the invisibility cloak, and the young Grindelwald is still absorbing the magic power of the unicorn's blood. Sean finds that he can't find a trustworthy and knowledgeable person to discuss with.

Distress——