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 the Golden Dawn is quite good now.

Most of the Hogwarts students joining Golden Dawn are students in the third grade and below. Apart from Harry and others who usually have a good relationship with Sean, there are about 20 people, most of whom are Gryffindors and Hedges. Patch, there are not many students in Ravenclaw.

Most of the eaglets were proud, and they were more accustomed to being alone. Those who joined Golden Dawn were a few classmates in the same grade as Sean, and 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, there was no fresh blood after Hugo and the other four joined. The threat from Fabian Aiken was the main reason, and the rivalry between the two schools also had 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, and the number of people in Nurmengard is too large to be controlled.

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 quite good conduct. trustworthy.

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

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

The Great Fire of Paris, the Flame Giants, the evil organization Death Eaters, a series of news made everyone scream.

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

Paris is messing with you, why do you want 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 should 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 an obstacle. Another way of thinking is that because we are still students, it is easier for others to let our guard down when we are doing certain things. Moreover, to be honest—" Sean smiled slightly, "This time I I have seen the strength of many members of the Wizards United Guard, some of them used to be Aurors, or they were once well-known wizards, but in my opinion, there is not much difference between us and them."

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

"certainly."

Of course it's false... Aurors are Aurors anyway, 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.

However, if you stand in front of Grindelwald, there is no difference to anyone except Dumbledore.

Sean said this to give some confidence to the people present. Of course, information alone is not enough. He has 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.

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

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

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

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

Sean smiled slightly: "Prepare for a rainy day. Instead of being in a hurry in an unpredictable environment in the future, it's better to give up some entertainment and pastimes now. Try to think about it, guys, after a year or two, your classmates are still studying for the wizard level exam Worrying, you can already stand shoulder to shoulder with wizards outside the school, you can firmly grasp 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 made a name for themselves—"

Sean's prestige played a role due to the long-term performance and subtle influence in daily life. A group of people looked at each other and 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 has not yet been decided. How can we contact then? Owls are too inefficient."

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

"Um?"

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

"Ah, flashbangs!"

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

Ignoring the red and tearful Weasley twins, everyone else looked at Sean's palm in surprise.

"Is this... a 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 okay 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 spell.

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

Sean shrugged: "That's right."

The 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: "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 doing all this, Sean probably informed everyone of the news that needs to be heard. They each have their own channels, and when the time comes, they will be 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?"

Savannah 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 usually aimed at Muggles. I dare not say I fully understand it, but a large part of them do. .It’s just that if you don’t have the corresponding spell, you won’t be able to see the gate of the manor.”

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

"Okay, then I will 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 bolt 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, holding a bouquet of flowers, and the mahogany walking stick inlaid with gold made a "do" sound on the floor.

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

Although my house is the only tavern in the village, this small Hangleton village is far away from the urban area, and the people who can come here for a drink are all 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.

"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's eyes lit up, he copied the banknotes into his pocket 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 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?" asked the boss.

The man sighed: "I just learned that an elder of mine used to live here and sleep deeply here. I want to remember him."

"I see—" The boss wanted to chat a few more words, 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 his tongue: "Rich people really don't regard money as money."

Then he put the gin back 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 can't remember the location of Gaunt's old house, but he knows that the 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 Hanger ton village.

Use the disappearing cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then use the disillusionment spell to pass through the playground he is familiar with. After walking outside the school, Sean directly uses the flying spell 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, the tiles on the roof had almost fallen off, and the surrounding tall nettles had grown to the edge of the building without any care. .

Sean, who had used the eagle eye potion, also saw a dead snake nailed to the wooden door of the old house.

Gaunt House.

Another Horcrux of Voldemort might be hidden inside, and 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 first, the goal of this trip is not this.

I 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 with the erosion of time.

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

Tom Riddle

Sean narrowed his eyes 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 the last, he couldn't be sure.

However, since there is no way to be sure, it is even more necessary to be prepared. for example-

Prevent Voldemort from resurrecting in advance.

Although 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.

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

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For Voldemort to be truly resurrected, he needs his father's bone, 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 was another bone.

The mannequins from Diagon Alley are molded from the bones of yeti monsters, and I heard there are wild dog bones in them—who cares?

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

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

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