章 282: Chapter 282 "Flashbanged"

The gatherings of the Golden Dawn Club are held as usual. In the previous gatherings, Sean spent most of the time teaching his combat experience. After many gatherings, the learning progress in 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 Hufflepuffs. There are not many students in Ravenclaw.

Most of the Ravenclaws were independent and more accustomed to being alone. Those who joined Golden Dawn were a few classmates in the same grade as Sean and Selma Murphy, whom he knew before. Hermione will take Ancient Runes next school year, and I chatted with her recently.

On Nurmengard's, there was no fresh blood after Hugo and the other four joined. The threat from Fabian was the main reason, and the rivalry between the two schools influenced them not to join.

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 students in Nurmengard is too large to be controlled later.

Now, Hugo, Ian, and the others 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 were quite 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 gathering, 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, and the Death Eaters.

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

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

All the students 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..." Minsk frowned.

"Age and identity should not be an obstacle. Just because we are still students, it is easier for others to let our guard down when we are doing certain things. Moreover," Sean smiled slightly, "This time, I have seen the strength of many of the Guards members. Some of them used to be Aurors, or they were once well-known wizards. But I think there is not much difference between us and them."

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

"Yeah."

Sean said this to give some confidence to the members present. Of course, information alone is not enough. He has also formulated a series of study plans. The parchment was given to everyone, and it listed in detail the aspects that everyone should focus on strengthening.

For example, Hugo's spell mastery is powerful enough, but the casting speed is still lacking. Sean gave his own way of learning. Another example is Harry. His combat level has risen quickly, and his combat intuition is also quite good, but his spell reserve is insufficient. Sean prepared his own spell notes for him.

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

He also added spells that hadn't been taught to them in school yet, such as the Disillusionment Charm and the Worm Magic that Gormlaith taught him.

"This is too many." George and Fred exclaimed in unison.

Sean smiled slightly, "Prepare for the storm. It's better to be prepared for now rather than later. Think about it, after a year or two, your classmates are still studying while 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 amazing? And in the future, the Golden Dawn will be known because of you."

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 them? Owls are too inefficient."

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

"Um?"

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

"Ah, flashbangs!"

Sean shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, he had expected it and turned his back on them. Everyone else looked at Sean's palm in surprise.

"Is this... a mark of our Golden Dawn?"

"Yes."

By the time Sean finished explaining the detailed usage of the mark, George and Fred couldn't even care about their teary eyes.

"Is it okay to use it as a prank?"

"Don't even think about it." Ian stepped forward and looked at the mark carefully. He has always been very interested in this kind of spell.

"This is a very, very advanced mark 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, he is still a wizard from a Muggle family. Creating such a magic spell by himself is beyond the description of a genius.

Ian murmured, "I finally know why Professor Grindelwald values you so much."

Bright lights constantly shone in the classroom, and after the marks were planted on everyone, everyone's eyes were red.

"It really hurts."

Sean chuckled, "A small side effect. Remember not to use it together at the same time in the future."

Fred and George were very excited. They loved this mark. After doing all this, Sean informed everyone of the news that needed to be heard. They each have their own channels, and when the time comes, they will be used as their source of communication.

"By the way, Minsk," Sean looked at her, "Your family has dealt with many pure-blood families, right?"

She nodded and spoke, "Almost all pure-blood families in Europe have done business with our family, but our family's influence is average, and we can't get in touch with the higher level, and I haven't had much contact with them."

"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 houses?"

"Their houses?" Savannah raised her head, 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 house."

"It's okay. The location itself is fine."

"Okay, then I will write what I know on parchment for you later." Although Minsk was a little puzzled, she still nodded.

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

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An old wooden door sounded, the bolt was shaking, and the wooden sign engraved with the words "Hangleton 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 sound on the floor.

The boss looked him up and down and put a smile on his face. It's not uncommon to see such a well-dressed gentleman in this kind of place.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

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

"Please wait a moment."

When the glass came, the middle-aged man put a fifty-pound note.

"Can I ask you something about the place?" The middle-aged man did not touch his glass but asked politely.

The boss's eyes lit up. He took the banknotes into his pocket and said enthusiastically, "Of course, of course. I have lived in this place for decades, and no one is more familiar with this place than me."

"Do you know where the church is?"

"Church? Go out, 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, and you will see the church."

"Thank you so much." The gentleman thanked him politely.

"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. 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 his glass, took off his hat again, and walked out of the tavern.

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

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, walking 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 Tom Riddle's house must be very close to Gaunt's house. Minsk just gave him the location of Gaunt's house, which is Little Hangleton.

Use the Vanishing Cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then use the Disillusionment Charm to pass through the area he is familiar with. After walking outside the school, Sean directly went there.

Fortunately, Little Hangleton 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 also saw a dead snake nailed to the wooden door of the old 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. He avoids entering the Gaunt's house immediately.

He found a 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.

In the cemetery, Sean finally found his goal.

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 Sr.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, "Found you."

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 that dissipated in Père Lachaise's cemetery was the last.

However, since there is no way to be sure, he needs to be prepared to prevent Voldemort from resurrecting in advance.

Although Voldemort's soul parasitism is terrible, according to Sean's personal experiences, it has some good benefits. Maybe it is a side effect of it. 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 complete again. After all, his soul has long been broken.

So, what Sean has to do is very simple. For Voldemort to be truly resurrected, he needs "Bone of the Father".

He waved his wand, and the graveyard was slowly opened. Inside was Tom Riddle, who had been turned into bones. Using Levitation Charm, the bones floated out of the tomb.

Sean stroked his ring and took out a huge wooden box. Inside was another bone. However, Sean is 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 and burned the bones.