Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Under Draco's popularization.

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

Every seven years, a voting election is held to decide the major directions of the wizarding world and affect every aspect of every wizard.

The Wizengamot is indeed the power center of the wizarding world, above the Ministries of Magic of various countries.

The more famous the Wizengamot is, the more difficult it is to join.

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

But who wouldn't be fascinated by the power to influence the entire wizarding world with just one vote?

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

And the name of this association has already revealed its nature.

He said: "If the Researchers' Association is the paradise of the research institute, then the Wizengamot is definitely the paradise of the powerful!"

Draco added: "Let me tell you one more thing that can be compared, the mysterious man... well, you know, that person.

Before he started the Wizarding World War, he sought to join the Wizengamot, but was voted out by the councillors there."

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

Since it is a paradise for the powerful and Dumbledore is the chief wizard, it is obvious that although this council seems to have no hard relationship with the strength of wizards, it definitely has potential assessment standards.

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

On the contrary, if your strength is strong enough, for example, you can reach a level like Dumbledore.

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

When Draco was explaining this to Linxia, ​​he mentioned the matter of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was voted as the Chief Wizard by the parliamentarians without his knowledge, and had to accept some of the duties that a chief should do.

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

Lin Xia guessed: "Could it be that because Dumbledore is the head of the Wizengamot, he took the lead in not allowing Voldemort to join?"

Draco shook his head.

“You think too highly of the Chief Wizard. The Chief Wizard is just a spokesperson for the Wizard Council. He represents the will of the Wizard Council as a whole, not his own personal will.

Although the power of the chief minister is greater than that of ordinary parliamentarians, 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 all the councillors. No councillor voted for him."

Lin Xia stopped and now she was really interested in the reason why Voldemort was eliminated.

"Did you tell me the reason?"

Draco was lost in his memories.

“No book explains the reason, and I only heard the real reason by chance when my father was talking to others when I was a child.

It seems that... all the members of the Wizarding Council do not think 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 flickered slightly. "That sounds like a really great reason, but there is also a problem here."

She paused, her expression a little serious: "Since even Voldemort can be rejected by the Wizengamot, can I really join the Wizengamot just because I am a researcher?

Although you said that the power of the chief wizard is not that important, I feel that if I can really get the third-level badge, it must be because of the headmaster's contribution. "

Draco thought about it and came up with another idea.

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

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

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

The biggest difference between us and the beasts is that we can use our brains for good.”

……

In the golden wooden house.

In the empty laboratory, a large box with densely packed forbidden magic patterns on its surface was suddenly hit violently by some mysterious special force.

Bang, bang, bang...

The wooden box kept banging against each other, as if there was an earthquake.

But this box is too strong, and even such a small impact cannot knock the wooden box off the table and onto the ground.

Inside the box.

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

Tom: [You might as well save some energy. We can't gain magic power in this space. Whatever you consume will be consumed permanently.]

Voldemort in the picture frame appeared and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know that man opens the box from time to time!

Taking advantage of the gap she opened, I can try my best to absorb the magic power!
On the contrary, what is your relationship with the owner of this box? How can you communicate with each other?"

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

But this is impossible, they belong to the same soul, even if they are selfish towards each other, they will not pull each other's chains 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 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 picture frame sneered disdainfully.

“The diary is indeed the lowest level Horcrux. You don’t even have the ability to steal people’s hearts. You have to keep having in-depth conversations to confuse their minds!
This efficiency is too low. Let that person look me in the eye. I guarantee that within one glance, I can make her obey my orders!"

Tom: [You never reveal your true self to her. Whenever she looks at you, you are just a blank frame. How do you communicate with her?]

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

The frame was laughing, and Tom was laughing too.

If Lin Xia could be subdued so easily, it wouldn't have fallen to this point.

Tom closed the diary on his own initiative, not wanting to reveal any of his inner thoughts.

Let the picture frame be exposed actively, and it would be best to explain his abilities and the time period in which the memory fragments occurred.

This way, the integration plan can be deployed more specifically! Tom is not just thinking about Lin Xia's proposal, he is putting it into action.

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

She was just taking a short break in the cabin and would soon join the patrol mission again.

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

She would give this information to Hagrid during the patrol later, hoping that it would help him use the [Armor Protection].

Suddenly, Lin Xia's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the huge wooden box that was placed alone on a table.

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

A hint of interest flashed across Lin Xia's eyes. She wondered how the communication between the diary and the picture frame was going.

She still remembered the plan she made with the diary last time——

She can only open the box as long as the box has not been hit for 5 days, that is, has not moved out of place.

Lin Xia walked over, put the wooden box back in the middle, and gently wiped off the non-existent dust on the surface.

Just calm down for a few more days!
same moment.

In an eastern manor far away from Hogwarts, they stared at the picture frame in front of them in silence.

This manor is very eerie, with dense spider webs on the ceiling, in corners, and in certain details.

The ivy at the corner of the wall has spread all over the entire manor. From the outside, it looks like a house surrounded by vines and built with grass and trees.

And in this manor, there were more than a dozen wizards wearing black robes and black hoods gathered together!
These wizards have a mysterious tattoo on their arms, exposed ankles, and even on their cheeks.

If people from the Ministry of Magic came here, they would be surprised to find that these patterns are the famous Death Eaters' 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 instead took out a cane with a silver snake head, and stood there with a proud and reserved look on their faces.

From time to time, he would gently brush away the dust on his shoulders with his hands wearing dragon-skin gloves.

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

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

They had blank expressions on their faces and seemed to have said nothing, but the silent atmosphere was forcing Bella to give an explanation.

But the Death Eater called "Bella" suddenly burst into crazy laughter, she didn't care about the pressure at all.

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

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

Bella suddenly moved forward, very close to the face of one of the wizards.

The wizard quickly took a few steps back, avoiding eye contact with Bella, and hid himself in the shadows again.

Bella noticed this and laughed out loud as if she had discovered a new toy.

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

Some wizards didn't want to look her in the eye and took a step back.

Others waved their wands to prevent her from getting close to them.

It seemed that no wizard dared to look Bella in the eye 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 in a sharp and hoarse voice:
"You are all a bunch of cowards, a bunch of cowards who have failed your master's high hopes!
The master is back, you should be happy, why do you all look like dead?
The master has not left our side, has he?"

Bella looked at the Death Eater mark on her palm obsessively, as if she was caressing her lover's skin, and murmured to herself:
"These past few days I have felt the Master's call to me. His power has become stronger and stronger, and he is getting closer and closer to me...

Soon, we don't have to wait any longer, Master, trying to revive! ! "

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

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half was cut into the moonlight. Her expression changed as well, half indifferent and half excited.

"But now the master needs our help."

Bella closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and said in a mysterious voice:
"I feel that the master's soul fragments are trapped in a certain place. I am very familiar with that place. I seem to have been there often...

No, that's not right. I often watched it silently in the dark, resisting my desire to destroy it...

Because it’s not time yet, the master always refuses to let me touch it, that place is - Hogwarts!"

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

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

"Chaos, screams, only fear can breed a hotbed of evil, and the master's revival will be closer!"
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After the Death Eater meeting ended, several wizards suddenly walked up to the wizard holding the silver cane.

They all wanted the wizard to contribute some rare item related to his master.

The wizard holding the cane said arrogantly: "Although the master values ​​me very much, he did not give me anything to keep.

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

A wizard asked hoarsely, "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 really comes back to life, if we stop working today, then no one will be able to escape in the future!"

The wizard holding the silver cane said word by word: "I remember Sirius Black once had a younger brother, I think his name was Regulus.

He is truly a wizard of extraordinary talent. Because he is a noble, he is very much loved by his master.

Before the final battle, the master gave Regulus something. Perhaps you can go to Black's manor and take a look."

"But……"

The other wizards were a little hesitant. If they trespassed into a noble's mansion without permission, they would most likely be cursed.

The wizard holding the silver cane added slowly:
"Sirius Black is on the run and would definitely not dare to return to the manor. Their manor is also under close surveillance by the Ministry of Magic.

But I remember that there were creatures in the manor, and there was a house-elf 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 from the manor.

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