Hogwarts starts with stealing power

Under Draco's guidance.

Lin Xia also gradually understood what kind of place the Wizengamot was.

A vote is held every seven years to determine major directions in the wizarding world, affecting every aspect of every wizard.

The Wizengamot is indeed the center of power in the wizarding world, overriding the ministries of magic in various countries.

As famous as the Wizengamot becomes, it becomes more difficult to join.

Every adult wizard yearns to join the Wizengamot, even if the wizard may be just mediocre.

But just one vote can affect the entire wizarding world. Who wouldn't be fascinated by this kind of power?

Draco didn't know about the Researchers Association, he only knew from professors' whispers that this association was very powerful.

Moreover, the name of this association has already stated its nature.

He said: "If the Researchers Association is a paradise for research institutes, then the Wizengamot is definitely a paradise for those with power!"

Draco added: "Let me tell you one more thing that can be compared. You-Know-Who...well, you know, it's that person.

Before starting the Wizarding World War, he had sought to join the Wizengamot, but was voted out by the members of the Wizengamot. "

Lin Xia raised her eyebrows and asked with interest: "Why?"

Since it is a paradise for powerful people, and Dumbledore is the chief wizard, it is obvious that this council does not seem to have a hard relationship with the strength of wizards, but it definitely has potential assessment standards.

If you do not reach a certain level of strength, you will definitely not be able to enter.

On the contrary, if you are powerful enough, such as reaching the height of Dumbledore.

Then even if you don't want to join the Wizengamot, you will be automatically recognized as the chief wizard by this organization.

Draco mentioned Dumbledore when he was talking to Lin Xia.

Dumbledore was voted as the Chief Wizard by the members without his knowledge, and had to accept some official duties that the Chief should do.

Dumbledore once said in an interview that although he felt honored, it also increased his workload.

Lin Xia guessed: "Is it because Dumbledore is the chief of the Wizengamot that he took the lead in not allowing Voldemort to join?"

Draco shook his head.

"You take the Chief Wizard too seriously. The Chief is just the spokesperson of the Wizards Council. It represents the overall will of the Wizards Council, not an individual's will.

Although the chief's power is greater than that of ordinary members, it is not so great that it can prevent a powerful person from joining the parliament. "

He paused and said: "The mysterious man... was rejected by the collective members. No member voted for him."

Lin Xia stopped. Now she was really interested in Voldemort's reason for being eliminated.

"Did you tell me the reason?"

Draco was lost in memories.

“No book clarified the reason, and I only accidentally heard the real reason from my father’s conversations with others when I was a child.

It seems that... none of the members of the Wizards Council believe that the mysterious man has the strength to match his ambitions, so they think he is not qualified to join the Wizengamot. "

Lin Xia's eyes flashed slightly, "This sounds like a really good reason, but there is also a problem here."

She paused and looked a little serious: "Since even Voldemort can be rejected by the Wizengamot, and I only rely on my status as a researcher, can I really join the Wizengamot?

Although you said that the chief wizard's rights are not that important, I feel that if I can really obtain the third-level medal, it will definitely be the principal's contribution. "

Draco thought for a while and came up with another idea.

"Lin Xia, I see that Dean Sprout and Professor McGonagall are very shocked by the two studies you are about to hold a press conference on, and are also very happy that you can join the Researchers Association.

Could it be that your accumulation is enough to meet the Wizengamot's talent recruitment standards?

The strength recognized by the parliament is not force in the conventional sense. Wisdom is also an aspect of strength.

The biggest difference between us and the beasts is that we can make good use of our minds. "

…

In the golden wooden house.

In the empty research room, suddenly a large box with densely packed magic sealing patterns on its surface was violently impacted by some mysterious and special force.

Bang, bang, bang...

As if there was an earthquake, the wooden box crashed frequently.

But this box is too strong. With such a small impact, it can't even knock the wooden box from the table to the ground.

Inside the box.

Tom's diary has opened automatically, talking to the manic picture frame.

Tom: [You might as well save some energy, we can't obtain magic power in this space. How much you consume, it is a permanent consumption]

Voldemort appeared in the frame and said extremely irritably: "Don't think I don't know, that person will open the box from time to time!

Taking advantage of the gap she opened, I can work hard to absorb the magic!

On the contrary, it’s you. What is your relationship with the owner of this box? How can you communicate? "

Voldemort looked at the diary with suspicion, feeling that the diary concealed some important information from him.

But this is impossible. They belong to the same soul. Even if they have selfish intentions, they will not pull each other's chain at the critical moment.

They all exist for the same goal!

The frame is very sure that no matter what material the soul is attached to, the ultimate purpose of the soul fragments is the same.

For this reason, the frame has never doubted the diary.

Tom: [Yes, I will provide her with some knowledge help. I want to develop her into my believer so that I can control her body to move around outside.]

Voldemort in the frame sneered disdainfully.

"The diary is indeed the lowest level of Horcrux. You don't even have the ability to capture people's hearts. You have to keep talking to them and confuse their minds!

This efficiency is too low. Let that person look at me. I guarantee that she will listen to my orders in one encounter!"

Tom: [You have never shown your true self in front of her. Whenever she looks at you, you are a blank frame. How can you communicate with her like this? 】

Voldemort in the picture frame said arrogantly: "I can reveal my true self tonight, just wait and see!"

The picture frame was laughing, and Tom was laughing too.

If Lin Xia could be subdued so easily, it would not have fallen to this point.

Tom took the initiative to close the diary, not letting his inner thoughts reveal a bit.

Let the picture frame be exposed, it is best to explain his ability and the time period of the memory fragments.

In this way, the fusion plan can be deployed more targeted!

Tom is not just thinking about the proposal made by Lin Xia, he is putting it into action.

Time passed quickly, and Lin Xia returned to the golden wooden house.

She just took a short rest in the wooden house, and soon she would join the patrol mission again.

Lin Xia walked to the table and took the information she had summarized.

When she patrols later, she will give this information to Hagrid, hoping that it will help him use [Armor Protection].

Suddenly, Lin Xia's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the huge wooden box placed alone on a table.

She had originally placed the wooden box in the center, but now it has moved to the edge.

Lin Xia's eyes flashed with interest. She wondered how the diary and the picture frame were communicating.

She still remembered the plan she had made with the diary last time -

As long as the box had not been hit for 5 days, that is, it had not moved away from its position, then she could open the box.

Lin Xia walked over, put the wooden box back in the center, and gently wiped off the dust on the surface that did not exist at all.

Let's be patient for a few more days!

At the same time.

In a manor in the east far away from Hogwarts, they looked at the picture frame in front of them in silence, speechless for a while.

This manor was very gloomy, with dense spider webs on the ceiling, corners, and some subtle places.

The creepers in the corners had already covered the entire manor. From the outside, it looked like a house surrounded by vines and built with grass and trees.

In this manor, at this time, more than a dozen wizards wearing black robes and black hoods gathered!

These wizards have mysterious tattoos on their arms, exposed ankles, and even on their cheeks.

If the Ministry of Magic came here, they would be surprised to find that these patterns are the famous Death Eater marks!

Some Death Eaters were silent, while others were distracted, as if they were trapped in another world.

Some Death Eaters did not take out their wands, but took out a silver snake-headed cane, standing there with a proud and reserved look.

From time to time, he gently brushed away the dust on his shoulders with his hands wearing dragon leather gloves.

Finally, the Death Eater said lightly: "Bella, we have come to this manor for three consecutive days. You said you found the master's picture frame, so why hasn't the master appeared?"

Hearing this, the other Death Eaters also stared at Bella with their deep and empty eyes.

They were expressionless and seemed to have said nothing, but the silent and dead atmosphere was forcing Bella to give an explanation.

But the Death Eater called "Bella" suddenly laughed crazily. She didn't care about this pressure at all.

She grinned widely, her voice was sharp and hoarse, and a little excited, as if she was excited by chicken blood.

"The master has his own ideas. Anyway, he appeared here and I found him, so I called you to come and wait for the master to appear."

Bella suddenly came forward and was very close to the face of one of the wizards.

The wizard quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid looking at Bella and hid himself in the shadows again.

Bella noticed this scene and laughed as if she had found a new toy.

She approached these wizards one by one, curiously looking at their faces hidden under the hoods.

Some wizards didn't want to look at her and took a step back.

Others waved their wands to prevent her from getting close.

It seemed that no wizard dared to look at Bella openly, except for the one who spoke first, holding a silver cane in his hand.

But Bella didn't get close to him, as if she already knew his identity.

Bella curled her lips, her bulging eyes were a little scary, and she said sharply and hoarsely:

"You are all a bunch of cowards, a bunch of cowards who have failed the master's high hopes!

You should be happy that the master is back. Why do everyone look like dead people?

The master has not left our side, has he? "

Bella looked at the Death Eater mark on her palm with fascination, as if caressing her lover's skin, and murmured to herself:

“In the past few days, I have felt my master’s call to me. His power is getting stronger and stronger, and he is getting closer and closer to me...

Soon, we don't have to wait much longer, the master is trying to resurrect! ! "

Bella's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly turned her head to stare at the blank picture frame.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and half was cut into the moonlight. The expression on her face also changed, half indifferent and half excited.

"But now the master needs our help."

Bella closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and mumbled:

"I felt that the master's soul fragment was trapped in a certain place. I was very familiar with that place. I seemed to have been there often...

No, no, I often watch it silently in the dark, suppressing my desire to destroy...

Because it's not yet time, the owner always refuses to let me touch it. That place is - Hogwarts! "

Bella suddenly opened her eyes, a big smile appeared on her red lips. She waved her wand, pointed in the direction of Hogwarts, and said excitedly:

"We must use more strength to support the master!"

"Chaos, scream, only fear can breed a breeding ground for evil, and the master's recovery will be closer!"

-

After the Death Eater gathering ended, several wizards suddenly walked up to the wizard holding the silver cane.

They all wanted the wizard to contribute some magical items related to the master.

The wizard holding the cane said with a haughty look: "Although the master values ​​me very much, he doesn't entrust me with anything for safekeeping.

In the face of repeated searches by the Ministry of Magic, I have given up many old things, and there is nothing related to the owner. "

A wizard asked in a hoarse voice: "Where should we look for it?"

Another wizard said: "If we can't get it out, Bella will go crazy on us."

"What if, what if the master is really resurrected? If we are passive and slow down today, no one will be able to escape in the future!"

The wizard holding the silver cane said word by word: "I remember that Sirius Black once had a younger brother, who seemed to be named Regulus.

He was really a talented wizard. Because he was a noble, he was very popular with his master.

Before the decisive battle, the master gave Regulus something. Maybe you can go to Black's manor to have a look. "

"But……"

The other wizards were a little hesitant. If they broke into the noble's mansion without permission, they would most likely suffer some kind of curse.

The wizard with the silver cane added slowly:

"Sirius Black is on the run and will definitely not dare to return to the manor. Their manor is also closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

But I remember that there are no living things in the manor. There is a house elf who has been guarding the manor. "

The other wizards' eyes lit up and they all understood what they should do.

Their bodies scattered into a black mist and quickly disappeared into the manor.

Finally, the wizard holding a cane stared at the frame and quickly turned into a black wind and left. (End of chapter)