I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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

Most of the students who joined Golden Dawn at Hogwarts were in the third grade and below. Apart from Harry and others who usually have a good relationship with Sean, there were about two dozen people, most of whom were Gryffindor and Hedge. Patch, Ravenclaw students are not many.

Most of the little eagles are proud and more accustomed to being alone. The ones who joined Golden Dawn are a few classmates of the same grade as Sean, as well as the senior Selma Murphy whom they knew before.

Hermione, who was preparing to study Ancient Rune in the 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 team. The threat of Fabien Aiken was the main reason, and the competitive relationship between the two schools also had some influence.

And after Grindelwald was declared guilty, no one came to join the club.

However, for Sean, this is a good thing. He will return to Hogwarts at the end of this school year. Nurmengard has too many people to control.

Now, Hugo, Ian, Patricia, and Savannah are completely familiar with them. They are almost all the best in this grade, and after getting along with each other, it can be found that these people's conduct is quite good. trustworthy.

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

At the beginning of the party, the members surrounded Sean, and he did not do much to hide, and told the members something that could be said.

The fires of Paris, the flame giants, the evil organization Death Eaters, a series of news made everyone shout.

Hugo sighed with regret: "Paris fire... If only I were there..."

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

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

All the smart people were present. After nodding in agreement, someone asked, "President, what will our club do next?"

"To do it, although we haven't graduated yet, we should plan ahead, and it will be too late to prepare when the situation breaks out." Sean said.

"But we're still students..." Savannah, who was more cautious and sensitive, frowned.

"Age and identity can't be a hindrance. Another way of thinking is precisely because we are still students. When we do something, it is easier for others to relax our vigilance, and, to be honest—" Sean smiled slightly, "This time I have seen the strength of many members of the United Wizards Guard, some of them have been Aurors, or have been well-known wizards, but in my opinion, we are not too far behind them."

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

"Of course."

Of course it's fake... Aurors are Aurors no matter what, not to mention Harry Ron and others, even the strongest Sean and Patricia in this group have a considerable gap with each other .

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 is not enough. He also formulated a series of study plans.

The parchment was handed out to everyone, detailing what each should focus on strengthening.

For example, Hugo, the magic spell is powerful enough, but the casting speed is still lacking. Sean taught him all his experience.

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

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

Not only that, but he also added the spells that had not been taught to them in the school for the time being, such as the Illusory Body Charm, the Shadow Worm Charm, and so on.

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

Sean smiled slightly: "Prepare for a rainy day, instead of messing around in unpredictable circumstances in the future, it's better to give up some entertainment and pastime now. Try to think about it, guys, after a year or two, your classmates are still taking the wizard rank exam. Worry, isn't it pleasing that you can already stand shoulder to shoulder with wizards outside of school, that you have a firm grip on your destiny, that you are free to decide your own future? The first members of the batch are famous all over the world-"

Sean's prestige played a role in the long-term performance and the subtle influence in peacetime. A group of people looked at each other and saw the smiles on each other's faces.

The club's prospects and personal dreams were discussed enthusiastically for a while, and questions were raised.

Patricia said: "President, you will be returning to Hogwarts soon. The plan for the next school year is undecided. How will we contact you then? Owl is too inefficient."

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

"Um?"

A dazzling golden light illuminated the entire room, and Fred and George screamed.

"Ah, flashbang!"

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

Ignoring the 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 talking about the detailed usage of the symbols, George and Fred couldn't even care about their tearful eyes.

"Is it possible to play a prank?"

"Don't make trouble, man." Ian stepped forward and looked at the symbols carefully. He has always been very interested in this kind of partial curse.

"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 staggering before, he was still a wizard from a Muggle family at this age. He created a spell of this level by himself. This is not a genius to describe.

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

Sean: "..."

Strong lights continued to light up in the classroom. After everyone was marked, everyone's eyes were red, and their sight was full of small spots of light.

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

Sean smiled: "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 all this was done, Sean informed everyone about the news that needed to be heard. They each had their own channels, and when the time came, they would 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 very 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 depth, and I haven't contacted much."

"You don't need to probe the inside 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 looked up and replied, "Most pure-blood manors are covered with magic, but that is usually aimed at Muggles. I can't say I fully understand, but a lot of them do. But, if you don't have the corresponding 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 the parchment for you later." Although Savannah was a little puzzled, she nodded happily.

Sean's mouth twisted into a strange smile.

...

"Squeak--" Even if the visitor didn't exert any force, the old wooden door groaned, the bolts were shaking, and the wooden sign with the words "The Hanged Tavern" rattled.

The owner of the tavern raised his head and glanced. The person was a tall and thin middle-aged man. The other party was wearing a delicate suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, and the mahogany cane with a gold edge on the floor made a "duo" sound.

The boss looked at the other side up and down, and a smile appeared on his originally impatient face.

Although my house is the only pub in the village, this Little Hangleton Village is far from the city, and all the people who can come here for a drink are familiar old faces. Well-dressed London gentlemen like this are not uncommon - the bosses have heard that such people are usually 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 on stage, the middle-aged man happily took a fifty-pound note.

"Please don't look for it, sir, can I ask you the way?" The middle-aged man asked politely instead of clinking his glasses.

The boss's eyes lit up, and he copied the banknotes into his arms and said enthusiastically: "Of course, of course, sir, I have lived in this little Hangleton for decades, and no one is more familiar with this place than my old Hank."

"Where is the church?"

"Church? 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. Turn right for two consecutive times and you will see the spire of the church."

"Oh, thank you so much," said the gentleman politely.

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

The man sighed: "I just learned that one of my elders once lived here and slept deeply here. I want to cherish the memory of each other."

"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 pub.

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

Then he took the gin back again.

"Wait for Old John to come and sell him at a discount..."

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

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

He is none other than Sean after his transformation.

Sean couldn't remember the location of Gaunt's house, but he knew that the Riddles and Gaunt's house must be very close, and Savannah just gave him the location of Gaunt's house, which is Little Hanger. Town Village.

Use the disappearing cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then use the phantom body spell to cross the familiar playground. After walking outside the school, Sean directly used the flying spell to turn into black smoke.

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

However, as soon as he arrived at his destination, he saw another building, the walls were covered with moss, the tiles on the roof had almost fallen off, and the surrounding high nettles had grown unattended to the walls of the building. .

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

Gaunt's House.

There may be another Horcrux hidden inside of Voldemort. Shawn, worried that he would be detected by the defensive magic here, walked into the village from a distance.

He is not strong enough now, and the old house of Gaunt will be put aside first. The goal of this trip is not this.

I found the cemetery next to the church. It was almost evening. Sean waited until night fell before entering the cemetery.

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

In the overgrown cemetery, Sean finally found his target next to a yew tree.

It was a towering marble tombstone covered with moss, mottled with age.

On the top is the name of the owner of the tombstone.

Tom Riddle

(1880-1943)

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

That's right, that's his goal!

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

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

However, since there is no certainty, it is better to be prepared. for example--

Prevent Voldemort from resurrecting in advance.

Although Voldemort's soul parasitism is terrible, according to Sean's two personal experiences, we can draw a piece of information-perhaps it is a side effect of parasitism, and Voldemort is obviously not rational when he invades other people's bodies~www.readwn.com~ And it seems that there are also strengths dropped.

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

So what Sean has to do is simple.

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 old Tom Riddle, who had been turned into bones. With the magic of the Levitation Charm, the bones floated out of the grave.

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

Inside is another white bone.

The mannequins sent by Diagon Alley were made of snow monster bones, and I heard there were dingo bones in them - who cares about that?

However, Sean was not interested in going back with Voldemort's father's bones.

Putting the flowers he brought on top of the bones, he waved his wand as usual: "Diffindo, flames (