章 588: Forgotten Book

編集者: Atlas Studios

Now that the option of escape or surrender had been ruled out, there was only one option left!

It was to increase his own strength as much as possible and hold on with the Fidelius Charm if the situation became critical. As long as he could level up his magic and fuse a few more bloodlines, Ivan felt that he would have no problem killing Voldemort…

It was for this reason that Ivan hesitated as to what to do with the book.

From the thickness of the pamphlet, which was as wide as two fingers, and the depth of its contents, it was easy to see how much effort the author had put into it.

Only an expert who thought hard every day and was not afraid of staying up all night could complete it in less than two months…

If he were to write a letter and refuse to read it, demanding that the book be burned, it would undoubtedly make Gleason bitterly disappointed, even resentful…

The team will not be easy to lead if everyone is disowned… Ivan deeply understood this, so he had to deal with this matter carefully!

Ivan thought about it for a long time and finally made a decision.

After a moment's deliberation, Ivan began writing slowly, first praising Grissom for his progressive ideas and stating that Grissom understood and summed up his words very well.

At the same time, however, Ivan wrote that he was not happy with the contents of the first and second parts of the New Age Declaration, and that they needed to be revised, hinting that Gleason should focus on elaborating on ideas and undermining the cult of personality.

That's right… debuff, not remove completely!

Although there were many drawbacks to individual worship, it could be used if controlled well.

For example, during the Muggle world war, both sides used this tactic, with the only difference being the degree of difference, and the most extreme example being Mustache…

Ivan did not want to be deified, but as a pioneer he was able to use this status and the ideas preached in the New Age Declaration to enhance the team's sense of identity.

It couldn't be helped. Compared to the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, who had been in power for decades, his fellow wizards had been temporarily pulled up from Knockturn Alley. If he wanted to maintain loyalty, he would have to think of something crooked.

Gleason was, in a way, quite talented, and it was a good idea to brainwash her with pamphlets, but unfortunately the talent was misplaced.

Voldemort would have been overjoyed if a Death Eater had changed the pamphlet to pure-blood theory…

However, he did not need such an extreme concept, so this content had to be modified!

"What a pain…" Ivan muttered to himself, tossing the book aside.

He was not known for his management skills, and was more used to fighting alone than being surrounded by people.

He would not have considered expanding his influence if it weren't for the fact that Acacia was recruiting in Knockturn Alley due to some misunderstanding.

He befriended Warren, Walker, and the other werewolves in order to test the effects of the Wolfsbane Potion, as well as to guard against the Dark Wizards in Knockturn Alley.

But now that things had come to this, Ivan had no choice but to keep going.

After all, with his current strength, there was a huge gap between him and Voldemort. He was far from being able to protect himself by fighting alone.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley briefly held off Lord Voldemort, indicating that numbers were not entirely useless in a battle between wizards.

A few more trusted helpers were necessary, at least to keep the Death Eaters occupied.

Ivan lay in bed, exhausted, thinking about the Goblet of Fire and the strange snake-like face of Lord Voldemort, which would be held this year.

…

The next morning

Ivan was awakened by a loud noise, and opened his eyes to find a large number of smaller alchemical creatures banging on the bedside table.

Ivan frowned and was about to complain when the "little turnips" pushed a large clock towards him.

It says ten-twenty…

Ivan's face fell as he realised that the creatures were trying to warn him out of the goodness of their hearts.

"Thanks, Ukakaka…" Ivan said apologetically and quickly sat up.

After quickly getting dressed and washing up in the bathroom, Ivan grabbed his suitcase as fast as he could, grabbed the owl's cage, and ran downstairs.

He had to hurry. The Hogwarts train departs at eleven o'clock, and he was already several minutes late getting dressed.

It was also thanks to him having packed everything he needed a few days ago that he did not have to pack at the last minute.

"I'll see you next year, Ukkaka!" Ivan said as he hurried out of the room and closed the door behind him.

The alchemical creatures in the room waved at Ivan and shouted goodbye to him. When the door was closed, they piled up and formed a small robot that was seventy centimeters tall.

When the beds were folded and everything was put back in place, the alchemical creatures noticed a book that had been thrown into a corner and gathered around it curiously…

At the same time, Ivan went downstairs and passed by the living room, where he saw Nick Flamel coming out of his studio.

"Hales, if I hadn't asked Urquhart to get you, you might have missed the train this year…" Nick Flamel said teasingly as he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was thinking too late yesterday!" Ivan scratched his head in embarrassment. Last night, he had been thinking about Lord Voldemort, and now he was sleeping with that snake-like face with no nose… It was so ugly that he almost woke up.

"Then you'll have to hurry up… No, I've saved you some breakfast. Have some before you go!" Nick Flamel said with a smile as he pointed to the polenta and some bread on the table.

Yvonne nodded and gulped down the bowl of polenta, then stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth. As she ran, she mumbled a goodbye to Nick Flamel.

"Teacher…see you next year!"

Nick Flamel watched as Yvonne hurried away, shaking his head in amusement.

As she ran to the courtyard outside the cottage, Ivan pictured Kingdom Cross Station in his mind, vigorously waving his wand and chanting charms.

"Disillusionment!"

A spatial vortex instantly engulfed Ivan.

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