The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Lucius quickly knelt down on his knees and said respectfully.

"Master, I am here."

Looking at the guy who handed the notebook to Shaw with his own hands, Tom wanted to give him a death curse.

However, his sanity is still there, and Xiao Er's mission has not been completed, so he can only hold back.

"There are seven Death Eaters who occupy the Hogwarts school board seats, and you are asked to transfer the contract secretly within ten days. I don't think they will have any objections. Remember, this is very important."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius took the order, and glanced at a few people not far away from the corner of the eye. It was these school managers who jumped up and down to object to the Black school manager.

Now I dare not let out the air.

Lucius thought of Shore Black, who was responsible for the incident, and quickly made calculations in his mind.

Tom went on his rounds.

"My loyal friends, no one will not pay for their mistakes. Well, let's all rely on our own consciousness. I don't think anyone will steal and play tricks."

Ignoring the sore Death Eaters, Tom paced back to his spot, turned around and said.

"Some people may think that after I return, I can continue to be unscrupulous?

Then you are wrong!

Ten years ago, we were so strong, so united, yet still failed,

What does this mean? It means that we are still not strong enough!

Now, for a better future for everyone, I announce three things, please do well.

First, secretly infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, which is already well-connected. Within two years, I will be the Minister of Magic!

Second, integrate all industrial resources, increase production capacity to export abroad, and expand influence through the economy. The British magic world is still too small, and we should focus on the world.

Third, recruit a large number of people. Werewolves, vampires, dark wizards, neutral wizards, etc. are not limited to intelligent magical creatures.

And before our strength is insufficient, who will act recklessly?Expose my plans?snort! "

When Tom said this, his tough and gloomy temperament immediately became crazy, and he returned to the familiar Dark Lord, and then he waved his wand directly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The faint green light covered the entire courtyard, and a monstrous green beam of light as thick as a thigh passed over the Death Eaters, startling them, and directly blasting the courtyard gate into dust.

"boom!"

Tom carried his wand behind his back, and scanned the trembling Death Eaters with disdainful eyes overlooking the ants.

The wind blowing in the courtyard blew up his silver robe sleeves, revealing his strong state for a moment.

Only Shaw, who was behind him, noticed Tom's slightly trembling hand. The blow just now seemed to be powerful, but it didn't break through the upper limit of level six after all.

However, under the special effects of the magic power, it is still very bluffing.

In fact, this is enough to constitute a deterrent.

After all, no Death Eater would be stupid enough to ask Tom to practice his skills.

Well, thanks to Lao Fu, it was he who raised his notoriety to such a terrifying level that no one dared to call him by his name.

In the British wizarding world, the only thing Shaw fears is Dumbledore. He has no intention of fighting with the opponent now.

Keeping the other party busy is the best policy.

Now Xiao Er is still in the stage of accumulating food widely and building walls high.

At home and abroad, in and out of school, wizarding and Muggle worlds have to grow.

The only ones that are more difficult to recover now are those wizards on the guardian side of justice. This has to be done slowly. It is a good way to start brainwashing their children.

As for pushing Tom to stand at the front desk, one was that he was incapable of doing so, and the other was that he had a shield, or to put it cruelly, it was a substitute for the dead ghost.

What if I was killed by the old bee when I personally pretended to be the Dark Lord to hold a meeting with the Death Eaters that day?

Shaw never dared to underestimate Dumbledore's sharpness and good eyesight.

Chapter 125 The Possibility of the Main Soul Making a Horcrux

A beautiful scenery, on a white hill covered with snow.

Under the winter wind, Xiao Er and Tom stand in the wind, and their outstanding temperament is more noble and noble here.

Coincidentally, Tom also has black hair and black eyes, which is the color of his hair and eyes.

Although the blood of the puppet is Merope Gaunt's blood, it should be brown-haired and brown-eyed.

Xiao Er, the creator, naturally wanted to restore Tom's youthful appearance, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.

It's all subsections.

But at the moment, the two people on the hill really looked like two brothers. Tom was a head taller than Xiao Er, very much like an older brother.

But the actual status is the opposite.

Xiao Er stretched out his hand and scratched lightly in the wind, and said lightly.

"Just did a good job."

Tom didn't speak, and suddenly became a mute again, and all the power and influence he had just restrained.

He fixedly looked at Xiao Er's black broken hair, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he took out his wand and started writing in the air.

"Your strategy is too impatient. It's just for the position of the school manager. There is no need to make such a big fanfare."

Xiao Er glanced at Tom strangely, knowing that the other party was not used to treating him as a notebook, but that he didn't know how to address him.

He didn't care, looking at Ling Kong's handwriting, he sighed secretly.

I'm still young, so I really don't need to be in such a hurry, but what about the mission of conquering the three rings of Hogwarts?

Because half of the school board seats are in the hands of pure blood headed by Dumbledore, this task is estimated to take several years to complete.

If you don't start now, just give up.

If you want to face Dumbledore, if you are really safe, every point of legend is the top priority.

He didn't want to be as obstinate as Lao Fu. It took more than ten years to break through the legendary realm and dare to fully expose his ambition.

My eyes are not limited to the one-third of an acre of land in the UK.

It doesn't matter if you are more anxious now, anyway, if you sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, if you really have a fire, you won't be able to burn yourself.

Well, at most, I will be invited to drink tea by the old bee, and be "guided" to lead. Anyway, I have a lot of chips in my hand, and throwing one out from time to time is enough for the old bee to work.

Seeing that Xiao Er didn't take it seriously, Tom frowned slightly, and after taking a breath, he began to write in the air again.

"After I have a body, I can already sense the general direction of the main soul. Do I need to catch him? Keeping him outside is a hidden danger after all."

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes, of course he knew that Lao Fu was still lying around in the Barnia Forest, waiting for some "loyal" Death Eater to find him.

For example, the desperate Peter Pettigrew in the original book.

"Can you catch Voldemort in his current state? It seems that Dumbledore can't do it either."

A flash of complacency flashed in Tom's gloomy eyes, and he began to popularize the principle of Horcruxes to Xiao Er.

"The Horcrux is an anchor for people in the world of the living. When the subject dies and the soul goes to the illusory illusion where life and death are uncertain, it will not follow the call to go to the kingdom of the dead, but will return again according to the anchor of the Horcrux. In the living world, the main soul at this time is in a special state of immortality, and it is indeed impossible to catch him by ordinary means."

Xiao Er rubbed his chin, and agreed with this point of view after a little thought. This method of immortality is simply crude.

"and then?"

Tom volleyed with his wand again and wrote.

"Others may not be able to touch Voldemort's remnant soul or even trap him, but I can. After all, my soul and his are of the same origin. Since the split soul can be used as a horcrux, why can't the main soul be a horcrux?" Woolen cloth?"

Fierce lights flashed in Xiao Er's eyes, he was moved by this bold but constructive possibility, quickly calculated in his mind, and asked a little hastily.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Tom didn't agree, and thought for a while before writing.

"It's probably possible, but the state of the main soul is really special, and the soul power is stronger than mine, so I still need to make more preparations, after all, there is no precedent to check."

Xiao Er also recovered his indifference at this time.

"You have full power to decide this matter. Use the resources of the Death Eaters at will. If you need my help, you can also mention it."

He paused when he said this, but he still didn't really think about the shopping between Tom and Voldemort. Old Voldemort had no chance of recovering, and he just didn't want the other party to make trouble when he was trapped, so he gave an extra warning.

"Remember, your safety is more important than Voldemort's."

An inexplicable throbbing flashed in Tom's eyes.

In the memory of a certain pure-blood wizard, he had seen his crazy and cowardly mother.

The image of a woman with dull brown hair, a pale face, and a flat, listless face.

Gradually, it looks like black hair and black eyes, with regular facial features and a noble temperament.

Tom quickly shook his head in a gaffe, the reflection in his eyes shattered immediately, and his eyes returned to a calm and gloomy look again.

After that, he didn't write anymore, and just apparated away.

Xiao Er smiled, but didn't care much.

From the performance just now, Tom is already very conscientious, and will only be more conscientious in the future.

Shore was quite looking forward to what the other party would call him when he spoke in the future.

Owner?chief?or something else.

In the cold wind, Xiao Er calmly thought about the follow-up matters for a while, and then also Apparated away.

In a flash, the figure appeared in the Shrieking Shack.

This house, which was previously specially built for Lupine's nightly transformation, was temporarily used by Shaw as a transfer station.

The dilapidated house was also cleaned by the industrious Kreche.

Shaw didn't stay long, and quickly returned to Hogwarts along the secret path.