v2 Chapter 428： Sean - Wallup!

I was spotted by Grindelwald and went to Hogwarts Chapter 428 Sean-Wallup!

Voldemort shuddered, a man who had been so proud of himself for so long.

He took it for granted that he should be proud of a wizard with an ancient noble bloodline, an eye-catching magical talent, and even an extraordinary wisdom.

No, it's conceit.

Voldemort believed that he had absolute qualifications to be conceited.

Even though he has failed several times in a row, Voldemort believes from the bottom of his heart that it is not shameful to lose under the joint efforts of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

As conceited as Voldemort, he had to admit that these two old men had the most powerful strength in the world, otherwise, he would not choose to cooperate with the returnees.

But so what, the strength of these two comes from their age of a century, and they are younger, more talented, and more ambitious, not to mention, they are still working together to deal with themselves.

Moreover, the environment he grew up in is incomparable to those from these wizarding families. The experience of the orphanage gave Voldemort a vague and strange sense of superiority-I grew up in such a difficult environment that I had no one to teach myself magic. Knowledge, but I do better than you!

But now, the memory of the scene made it impossible for Voldemort to maintain his self-perceived peace of mind.

It was acceptable to lose at the hands of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, this kid who had only studied magic for a few years, he was not even a half-blood, he came from that humble Muggle family.

A mudblood who was supposed to be at the bottom, dared to disguise himself as himself to deceive his most capable subordinates.

even!

Under the guidance of the other party's words, Barty is even more loyal!

This strong sense of gap made Voldemort completely unacceptable.

He stared fiercely at Sean in his memory, wishing to tear him to pieces directly.

The memory will not be interrupted by Voldemort's mood swings, this has already happened, and Sean is still brainwashing Barty.

"Barty, how much do you know about the soul?"

Barty Jr. said respectfully: "Very few, I probably only have a superficial Imperius Curse, and naturally it is nothing in front of you."

Sean smiled smugly: "Of course... Buddy, I've been studying souls, and this time, the dirty soul fragment that I separated out is both a good thing and a troublesome thing."

"Why do you say that, great master?" Barty Jr asked cooperatively.

Sean waved his wand lightly, the tip of his wand glowing green: "Wallup is in such a good shape that I can't believe he's a Mudblood... Ha, but this body is now It's mine, I've fully occupied it, and I've integrated my soul into this body."

"However, even I dare not say that I have fully understood the mystery of the soul, and accidents still occur..." Sean's eyes darkened.

"Master?" Barty looked at Sean eagerly.

"When I took possession of the body, this kid's soul resisted very much. Dumbledore and Grindelwald once taught him the magic spell about the soul, and he could barely hold on under my attack—" Sean He was lying without changing his face, but Barty's expression was obviously full of belief.

Even, he felt great trust because of the master's unreserved attitude towards him.

"Of course I can solve this kid's soul slowly, but unfortunately, he was in Nurmengard at the time, and the old immortal from Grindelwald would always pay attention to him..." Sean snorted hard, his face With resentment, "I deceived other people's eyes, and of course I can't fail at the most critical time."

"But I, Voldemort, is the greatest dark wizard after all," Sean lifted his chin pompously in Batty's frenzied eyes, "I've found a better solution—for all these years, I've been studying souls I also encountered big troubles in the past, although I resolved them all, but after all, some hidden dangers were left in the depths of my soul..."

Little Barty was shocked, the importance of the soul to a wizard is self-evident.

Just as he was about to open his mouth anxiously, his eyes suddenly widened, and then the urgent expression on his face immediately changed to surprise.

"Master, you said, separated a pile of garbage?"

Sean smiled smugly: "Barty, you are still as sharp as ever - yes, I took this opportunity to separate the hidden dangers in my soul, and now I have the most potential body and The strongest soul, indivisible, and I will become stronger."

"Master, I am moved by your wisdom and strength." Barty knelt down on one knee again.

"Get up, my friend," Sean chuckled softly. "Do you know why I'm telling you this?"

"First of all, of course, is your trust in me, and secondly, it should be the little trouble you just mentioned?"

Sean smiled contentedly: "It's a delight to talk to a smart guy like you."

"It's all master, you teach me well." Barty said respectfully.

Even in memory, Voldemort nearly vomited blood.

This master-servant compliment made him feel terrible.

Sean patted the other party's shoulder: "Barty, on that soul fragment, the consciousness belonging to Sean Wallup has been completely killed by me, but his resentment and unwillingness before his death have caused me to separate. On the piece of debris that went out, a strange thing was formed."

"Like a ghost?"

"There are some similarities. You don't understand the principle. You just need to know that the soul fragment has now escaped to a certain corner of the world and is slowly recovering its strength."

"Then, Master? Am I going to find that shard and destroy it?" Barty asked quickly.

Sean waved his hand: "It's not that simple, it's still a part of my soul in essence, although it's rubbish, it also takes away part of my power and knowledge - for me, it's not a big problem, but for you , there may be hidden dangers.”

He glanced coldly at the manor, where the Death Eaters were receiving Bella's lectures.

"I don't have much energy in the next time, I'm going to master the power back and move to a higher level. During this period, my main attention will not be on you..." Sean turned back He glanced at him with appreciation and trust, "Barty, you're different from those idiots who are scheming, so I'm going to tell you this."

"Master!" This huge trust made Barty almost burst into tears.

"When I'm in retreat, that soul shard may slowly come alive, and it's likely to want to take advantage of it and try to grab what belongs to me. But I'm not someone it can afford, so... ..." Sean looked at Barty with a "you know what I mean" expression.

Barty pondered for a while, then raised his head in shock: "You mean, it will disguise itself as you while you are away, and then come to us."

"That's right," Sean nodded lightly, "although it's rubbish, it carries my breath, even you can't tell the difference. And when I'm in retreat, I won't receive you The message sent to me, when the time comes, you will have to face it alone..."

Barty Jr immediately raised his head and subconsciously raised his chest.

"Master, no one can shake my loyalty to you! I am willing to make an unbreakable oath for this!"

Sean clapped his hands in relief: "Very good, your determination makes me feel happy. The vow is not necessary, my most trusted friend."

The memory is slowly dissipating into foam and mist, and the voices of the two are getting smaller and smaller.

"Remember, don't let that **** blind you."

"Yes, Master!"

In the room of the dark manor, the ugly baby raised his head from the Pensieve.

Voldemort was panting violently, and even the snake had an unhealthy flush on his face.

"Lord, Master?" Wormtail saw this scene, he approached cautiously, and asked boldly.

Voldemort's breath gradually subsided, and his voice returned to its usual icy coldness.

"Get out, Wormtail."

"Ah? Lord, Lord?" Wormtail didn't react for a while.

Voldemort's slender eyes swept slightly, and the chill in his voice was terrifying.

"I said, get out—out—go."

"Yes Yes!"

Wormtail escaped from the room as if lifeless, and closed the door with trembling hands.

Silence returned to the room.

After a while, the dazzling green light slammed on the opposite wall, stones splashed, and expensive antique vases and famous paintings turned to ashes in an instant.

Voldemort's voice came out word by word from between his teeth, and the killing intent and endless resentment almost formed the substance.

"Sean - Wallup!"

...

"Sean-Wallup!" The girl's crisp voice sounded, but there was some anger and dissatisfaction in it.

Sean, who was lying on the cushion in a daze, turned his head and saw Hermione who was furious. The little white flower behind her was secretly showing his gestures.

"Hey, good evening girls—what's the matter, Hermione?" Sean didn't respond.

Hermione glared at him angrily: "You're still asking me? You're actually skipping class?! God, I can't believe it - it's Snape's class! You didn't see that, Snape's face! Harry even got three extra points for that!"

Sean was stunned for a moment, then turned pale in shock.

It's broken, there are so many things, he's lost in thought, forgetting that potions class...

He couldn't even find an excuse, after all, Snape was also there...

However, I can't comment on Harry's bad luck.

Sean smiled bitterly: "I said I forgot, do you believe it?"

Hermione's expression gradually changed from dissatisfaction to worry, she took a step forward: "Is that still the case?"

"Yeah." Sean nodded.

He considered it for a while, and then told the two of them the general content of the matter.

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. "Lockhart? Is he the last lurker?"

Sean spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't expect it at first, I found something wrong in the library in the afternoon, and then it's what I told you - ah, I forgot the potions class, it's over, I don't know what to do next class. How did Snape make things difficult for you?"

Hermione also frowned: "He's been very upset with you recently..."

Daisy, who had been listening, raised her hand like a primary school student who was rushing to answer.

"Sean, I can help you go and plead with Professor Snape!"

"Don't!" Sean was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped Xiaobaihua.

If Daisy goes to plead for her...

Hehe, the next day's pumpkin juice may not be turned upside down and orange liquid will flow out.

I'm afraid I have to fill a whole glass of poison directly...

"Oh... just wait, I'll be scolded honestly in the next potions class..." Sean said helplessly.

He really didn't want to skip class, but he was so absorbed in thinking about things that he really forgot.

The main object of this event is Trelawney's prophecy. The returnee's plan is not successful. After all, an incomplete prophecy may kill himself.

On the Hogwarts side, with the concerted efforts of everyone, it was a reluctance to break the other party's plan, although they still don't know what prophecy the returnees want.

However, it is a bit of a gain to catch two lurkers. The dead Dawson is okay. Lockhart, a sloppy professor who is getting less and less attention, if he is allowed to stay safely in Hogwart It may cause unimaginable big problems in the future.

In addition to thinking about the purpose of the returnees, Sean also thought about the problem of Lockhart.

With Lockhart's personality, being an undercover agent to the point of betraying himself was actually something that Sean didn't expect. It was hard for him to imagine what the returnees had done to Lockhart.

As for when the two sides got on the line Sean tended to be when he was carrying out the academic exchange plan in Nurmengard. Maybe it's coinciding with the returnees.

And, Sean is a little concerned. In this incident, many people have been continuously extracted and modified their memories. Sean's own research on memory spells is also in-depth. It is not impossible for him to do it, but it is not so fast and convenient.

The returnees' research on memory spells may have exceeded their imaginations. It just so happens that Lockhart, who is proficient in memory spells, is still their undercover agent...

Lockhart's mastery of memory spells may not be entirely unrelated to his being an undercover agent.

This group of idiots may be researching new spells or other uses for memory, as for the purpose, it is unknown.

Another point, that is, the black diamond crystals left by the dead Dawson, which is very strange. It is known that black crystals can control dementors to a certain extent. In addition, after Dawson uses the method of self-mutilation by stabbing his abdomen, his control over the mouth of silence will also be greatly increased.

The most important thing is that the returnees seem to value this black rhombus crystal very much, not hesitate to reveal that Lockhart is also trying to retake it.

Sean has been thinking about these aspects all afternoon, and then he didn't get too many useful conclusions.

Dumbledore was away, old Grindelwald was counting ants under the invisibility cloak, and little Grindelwald was still absorbing the magic power of the unicorn blood. Sean found that he could not find a person who trusted enough and had enough knowledge to discuss it now. .

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