Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 281: Frustrated!

The gatherings of the Golden Dawn Club are held as usual. In the previous gatherings, Sean spent most of the time teaching his actual combat experience. After many gatherings, the learning atmosphere of Golden Dawn is quite good now.

Hogwarts students who join Golden Dawn are mostly third-year students and below. Apart from Harry and others who usually have a good relationship with Sean, there are about 20 more people, most of them are Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, and there are not many Ravenclaw students.

The eaglets are mostly proud, and they are more accustomed to being alone. Those who joined Golden Dawn were a few classmates in the same grade as Sean, as well as the senior sister Selma Murphy who I knew before.

Hermione, who is going to take ancient runes next school year, had a heated chat with this senior recently.

On Nurmengard's side, after Hugo and the other four joined, there was no more fresh blood. The threat from Fabian Aiken was the main reason, and the rivalry between the two schools also had some influence.

And after Grindelwald was found guilty, no one joined the club.

But for Sean, this is actually a good thing. He will return to Hogwarts at the end of this school year, and 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, it can be found that these people have good conduct and are trustworthy.

If Sean wants to control more power that belongs to Nurmengard, it would be better for these "locals" to do it secretly.

At the beginning of the party, the members surrounded Sean. He didn't hide much, and told the members something that could be said.

The fire of Paris, the flame giant, the evil organization Death Eaters, everyone shouted after hearing a series of news.

Hugo sighed regretfully: "The fire in Paris... If only I were there..."

Paris provoked you, why do you expect this place to catch fire...

"This is what happened recently," Sean said, "The wizarding world is about to be chaotic."

All the people present were smart people. 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 plan ahead. 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 identity can't be a hindrance. Another way of thinking is that because we are still students, it's easier for others to let our guard down when we're doing something. And, to be honest——" Sean smiled slightly. "This time I've seen the strength of many members of the Wizards United Guard. Some of them used to be Aurors, or were well-known wizards, but in my opinion, the gap between us and them is not that big."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and asked in unison, "Really?"

"Of course."

Of course it is false... Aurors are Aurors no matter what, not to mention Harry Ron and others, even Sean and Patricia, who are the strongest among this group of people, are far behind each other.

It's just that if you stand in front of Grindelwald, there is no difference between others except Dumbledore.

Sean said this because he wanted to give some confidence to the people present. Of course, information alone is not enough. He also formulated a series of study plans.

The parchment was sent to everyone, and it listed in detail the aspects that everyone should focus on strengthening.

For example, Hugo, the spell is powerful enough, but the casting speed is still lacking. Sean gave his own experience to teach.

Another example is Harry. His actual combat level has risen extremely quickly, and his combat intuition is also quite keen, but his spell reserves are not enough. Sean prepared his own spell notes for him, from entry to mastery.

For almost everyone, Sean has developed a learning plan that suits them.

Not only that, but he also added spells that haven't been taught to them in school yet, such as the Disillusionment Curse and the Shadow Worm Curse.

"So much." George and Fred exclaimed in unison.

Shawn smiled slightly: "Between the rain, instead of being in a hurry in the unpredictable environment in the future, it is better to give up some entertainment and pastime now. Try to think about it. After a year or two years, your classmates are still concerned about the wizard. You can already hold your own fate firmly. In the future, isn't it pleasant? In the longer future, Golden Dawn will be famous because of your initial members of the world- "

Sean's prestige played a role due to the long-term performance and subtle influence in daily life. A group of people glanced at each other, and they all saw the smile on each other's faces.

After happily 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 is undecided. How can we contact then? Owls are too inefficient."

Sean raised his eyebrows: "Of course. Close your eyes and turn around."

"Huh?"

The dazzling golden light illuminated the entire room, and the screams of Fred and George could be heard.

"Ah, flash bomb!"

Shawn shook his head helplessly. The two brothers were really restless. Fortunately, he had expected it and turned his back on them.

Ignoring the red-eyed and tearful Weasley twins, 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 teary eyes.

"Is it time to play a prank?"

"Don't make trouble, buddy." Ian stepped forward and looked at the symbols carefully. He has always been very interested in this kind of side-by-side spells.

"This is a very, very profound imprinting spell... Sean, did you create it yourself?"

Sean shrugged: "That's right."

Others looked at him with even more amazement. Although his performance was astonishing before, he is still a wizard from a Muggle family at this age. To create such a level of magic spell by himself is beyond the description of a genius.

Ian murmured: "I finally know why Professor Grindelwald values ​​you so much, even resisting arrest will take you to observe..."

Sean: "..."

There were bright lights constantly shining in the classroom, and after the imprints were planted on everyone, everyone's eyes were red, and there were small floating spots of light in their sights.

"Although it is very deep, it really hurts the eyes..."

Sean chuckled: "It's a small side effect, remember not to wake up the imprint together in the future."

Fred and George were very excited, they loved this imprint that could be attacked.

After finishing all this, Sean roughly informed everyone of the news that needs to be heard. They each have their own channels, and when the time comes, they will be unified to become a stable source of news.

"By the way, Savannah," Sean looked at the third-year girl in Nurmengard, "Your family has dealt with many pure-blood families, right?"

Savanna nodded, and she spoke quickly: "Almost all pure-blood families in Europe have done business with our family, but our family's strength is average, and we can't get in touch with the deep level, and I haven't had much contact with it."

"There is no need to investigate the internal information of the pure blood family, I want to know, do you know the location of the pure blood family's old house?"

"Old mansion?" Savannah raised her head and thought for a while and replied, "Most manors of pure-blood families are covered by magic, but they are generally aimed at Muggles. I dare not say that I fully understand it, but a large part of it is clear. It's just that if you don't have the corresponding magic spell, you can't see the gate of the manor."

"It's okay, as long as the location is fine."

"Okay, then I'll write what I know on parchment for you later." Although Savannah was a little puzzled, she still nodded readily.

There was a weird smile on the corner of Sean's mouth.

…

"Squeak—" Even if the person who came didn't try hard, the old wooden door groaned, the latch was shaking, and the wooden sign engraved with the words "Hanged Ghost Tavern" rattled.

The owner of the tavern raised his head and glanced. The person who came was a tall, thin middle-aged man. He was wearing a delicate suit and holding a bouquet of flowers.

The boss looked him up and down, and put a smile on his impatient face.

Although our house is the only tavern in the village, this small Hangleton village is far away from the urban area, and the only people who can come here for a drink are familiar old faces. It's not uncommon to see such a well-dressed London gentleman-the boss has heard that such people are generally generous in their hands.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

The middle-aged man took off his hat and said, "Please bring me a glass of gin."

"Wait a minute, sir."

When the wine glass came to the stage, the middle-aged man snapped a fifty-pound note.

"Please don't look for it, sir, can I ask you the way?" The middle-aged man did not touch his glass, but asked politely.

The boss' eyes lit up, he copied the money into his pocket and said enthusiastically, "Of course, sir, I have lived in Little Hangleton for decades, and no one is more familiar with it than me, old Hank."

"Where is the church?"

"Church? Go out and turn left and go straight to a square. There is a flower shop in the square. Go through the alley to the left of the flower shop and walk for ten minutes. Turn right twice in a row and you will see the steeple of the church."

"Oh, thank you so much." The gentleman thanked him politely.

"Sir, what are you doing with the church?" the boss asked.

The man sighed: "I just learned that an elder of mine used to live here, and he also slept here, and I want to remember him."

"I see—" The boss wanted to chat a little more, but the guest had already stood up.

He didn't touch the glass of wine, took off his hat again and walked out of the tavern.

Watching the guests go out, the boss clicked: "Rich people really don't regard money as money."

Then he put away the gin again.

"When Old John arrives, sell him at a discount..."

The middle-aged man walked out of the tavern, walked for a while in the direction directed by the boss, and then came to the church.

"This is it..." the man said to himself, and then walked towards the cemetery.

He is none other than the transformed Sean.

Sean doesn't remember the location of Gaunt's old house, but he knows that Riddle's house must be very close to Gaunt's old house, and Savannah just gave him the location of Gaunt's old house, which is Little Hangleton Village.

Use the disappearing cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then use the Disillusionment Charm to pass through the playground he is familiar with. After walking outside the school, Sean directly uses the Flying Charm to turn into black smoke.

Fortunately, Little Hangleton Village is not too far from Hogwarts, and Sean managed to find it according to the map.

However, as soon as he arrived at the destination, he saw another building. The walls were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof had almost fallen off.

After using the Eagle Eye Potion, Sean also saw a dead snake nailed to the wooden door of the old house.

Gaunt's old house.

Maybe another Horcrux of Voldemort is 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, let Gunter's old house go, this is not the goal of this trip.

Found the cemetery next to the church. It was almost evening at this time, and Sean waited until night fell before walking into the cemetery.

He didn't change back, just took out his wand and looked at the tombstones of different sizes.

In the overgrown cemetery, Sean finally found his goal beside a yew.

It was a towering marble tombstone, covered with moss and mottled by the erosion of time.

The name of the owner of the tombstone is engraved on the top.

Tom Riddle

Sean's eyes narrowed slightly: "I found you."

Yes, this is his goal!

Voldemort has too many Horcruxes, especially in this already very different worldline.

Sean didn't know if the last piece of Voldemort's soul that dissipated in Père Lachaise's cemetery was not, he couldn't be sure.

However, since you can't be sure, you should be prepared. For example——

Prevent Voldemort's resurrection in advance.

Voldemort's soul parasitism is terrible, but according to Sean's two personal experiences, one can get a message—maybe it is a side effect of parasitism. Voldemort is obviously not rational when he invades other people's bodies, and his strength seems to have declined.

Shawn speculates that Voldemort may need to have a real body to be considered half complete-after all, his soul has long been broken.

Then what Sean has to do is very simple~IndoMTL.com~ To truly resurrect Voldemort, he needs his father's bones, right?

He waved his wand, and the sarcophagus was slowly opened. Inside was the old Tom Riddle who had been turned into bones. With the magic power of the levitation spell, the bones floated out of the tomb.

Sean stroked the ring and took out a huge wooden box.

Inside is another bone.

The mannequin sent from Diagon Alley is made of the bones of the yeti. I heard that there are bones of wild dogs in it-who cares about that?

However, Sean is not interested in taking the bones of Voldemort's own father back.

Placing the flowers he brought on top of the bones, he waved his magic wand as usual: "Torn apart, flames blazing"

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