Crush the Bones and Scatter the Ashes!

The Golden Dawn Club's gatherings continued as usual. In previous gatherings, Sean spent most of his time teaching his practical experience. After several gatherings, the learning atmosphere at the Golden Dawn is now quite good.

Most of the students who joined the Golden Dawn at Hogwarts were in their third year or below. Apart from Harry and others who were on good terms with Sean, there were about twenty other students, mostly Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. There were relatively few Ravenclaw students.

Most of the eaglets are proud and prefer to work alone. Those who joined the Golden Dawn were a few of Sean's classmates from the same grade, as well as Selma Murphy, an older student he had known before.

Hermione, Ancient Runes next year, has been having a great time chatting with this senior student.

On the Newmontgard side, after Hugo and his group of four joined, there was no fresh blood left. The main reason was the threat posed by Fabian Aiken, and the competitive relationship between the two schools also had some impact.

After Grindelwald was declared guilty, even fewer people joined the club.

However, this is actually a good thing for Sean. He will be returning to Hogwarts at the end of this school year, as there are too many people in Newmontgard to manage.

Now, Hugo, Ian, Patricia, and Savannah are completely familiar with each other. They are almost all top students in their grade, and after spending time together, it can be seen that they are all of good character and trustworthy.

If Sean wants to control more of the power belonging to Newmontgard, it would be better to have these "locals" do it in secret.

The gathering began with the members surrounding Sean, and he didn't hide much, telling them some things he could talk about.

The Paris fire, the Fire Giant, the evil organization Death Eaters —a series of news items caused a stir among everyone.

Hugo sighed with regret, "The Paris fire... I wish I had been there..."

What did Paris ever do to you? Why are you so eager for this place to catch fire...?

"This is what's been happening lately," Sean said. "The Wizarding World is about to descend into chaos."

Those present were all intelligent people. After nodding in agreement, someone asked, "President, what are our club's plans for the future?"

"We have to do it. Even though we haven't graduated yet, it's better to be prepared than to wait until things get out of hand," Sean said.

"But we are still students..." Savannah was rather cautious and sensitive, frowned.

"Age and status are not obstacles. To put it another way, it is precisely because we are still students that others are more likely to lower their guard when we do certain things. And, to be honest—" Sean smiled slightly, "This time I have witnessed the strength of many members of the Wizarding United Guard. Some of them were once Auror or famous wizards, but in my opinion, the gap between us and them is not that big."

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and asked in unison, "Really?"

"Certainly."

Of course it's fake... An Auror is still an Auror, no matter what. Not to mention Harry, Ron and the others, even the strongest among them, Sean and Patricia, are far inferior to him.

However, if you stand in front of Grindelwald, apart from Dumbledore, there is no difference between the others.

Sean said this to give the people present some confidence. Of course, information alone is not enough; he also developed a series of learning plans.

The parchment was distributed to everyone, listing in detail the areas that each person should focus on improving.

For example, Hugo's spells were powerful enough, but his casting speed was lacking. Sean shared all his experience with him.

For example, Harry's combat skills improved very quickly, and his combat intuition was also quite sharp, but his spell reserves were insufficient. Sean prepared his own spell notes for him, from beginner to expert.

Sean created a learning plan tailored to almost everyone.

Not only that, he also added spells that the school had not yet taught them, such as the Disillusionment Charm and the Shadow Worm Charm.

"So many!" George and Fred exclaimed in unison.

Sean smiled slightly, "It's better to plan ahead than to be caught off guard and scrambling in an unpredictable environment later. Think about it, guys, a year or two from now, while your classmates are still worrying about their wizarding exams, you'll be able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with wizards outside of school. You'll have firm control over your own destiny, you'll be free to decide your own future—isn't that wonderful? And in the distant future, the Golden Dawn will be renowned throughout the world because of you, its original members—"

Sean's prestige had come into play due to his long-standing performance and the subtle influence he had exerted. The group exchanged glances and all saw smiles on each other's faces.

After a lively discussion about the club's future and personal dreams, someone raised a question.

Patricia said, "Master, you'll be going back to Hogwarts soon, and your plans for next school year are still undecided. How will we stay in touch? Owls are too inefficient."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Close your eyes and turn around."

"Um?"

A blinding golden light illuminated the entire room, and Fred and George's screams rang out.

"Ah, Flashbang!"

Sean shook his head helplessly. These two brothers were indeed restless. Fortunately, he had expected it and deliberately turned his back to them.

Ignoring the Weasley twins' red-eyed tears, everyone else looked in surprise at Sean's palm.

"This is... the symbol of our Golden Dawn?"

"Yes."

Once Sean finished explaining the detailed usage of the symbols, George and Fred couldn't even care less about their still tearful eyes.

"Can I play a prank now?"

"Stop messing around, buddy." Ian stepped forward and examined the symbol carefully; he had always had a great interest in these unorthodox spells.

"This is a very, very advanced mark spell... Sean, did you create this yourself?"

Sean shrugged. "I guess so."

The others looked at him with even greater astonishment. Although his previous performance had been astonishing, for a wizard of this age from the Muggle Family to create a spell of this caliber was beyond what could be described as genius.

Ian murmured, "Now I finally understand why Professor Grindelwald values you so much; he even took you along to observe resisting arrest..."

Sean: "..."

Bright lights kept flashing in the classroom. After everyone was marked, their eyes were bloodshot and their vision was filled with small floating spots of light.

"Although it's very advanced, it really strains the eyes..."

Sean chuckled, "Just a minor side effect. Remember not to awaken the marks together in the future."

Fred and George, on the other hand, were thrilled; they absolutely loved the mark that allowed them to launch surprise attacks.

After doing all this, Sean roughly informed everyone of the information he needed to gather. They each had their own channels, and once they reached a consensus, they would have a stable source of information.

"By the way, Savannah," Sean, looking at the third-year girl from Newmontgard, "Your family has dealt with quite a few Pure-blood families, hasn't it?"

Savannah nodded, speaking quickly, "Almost all the Pure-blood families in Europe have done business with our family, but our family's strength is average, so we can't get in on the deeper levels, and I haven't had much contact with them either."

"I don't need to investigate the inner workings of the Pure-blood families. What I want to know is, do you know the location of the Pure-blood families's old residence?"

"The old manor?" Savannah tilted her head and thought for a moment before answering, "Most Pure-blood families manors are covered by magic, but that's usually for Muggle. I wouldn't say I know everything, but I do know a large part of it. However, if you don't have the corresponding spell, you won't be able to see the manor gate."

"It's okay, as long as the location is right."

"Okay, then I'll write down everything I know on parchment for you later." Savannah nodded readily, though she was a little doubtful.

A strange smile crept onto Sean's lips.

"Squeak—" Even though the person who came in didn't use any force, the old wooden door groaned, the bolts shook, and the wooden sign with the words "The Hanged Man Inn" clattered.

The tavern owner looked up and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man in an elegant suit, carrying a bouquet of flowers. His gold-trimmed mahogany cane tapped on the floor with a "thud".

The boss looked the other person up and down, and his previously impatient face broke into a smile.

Although his place was the only pub in the village, Little Hangleton was far from the city, and those who came here for a drink were all familiar faces. Well-dressed London gentlemen like him were not uncommon—the owner had heard that such people were usually generous.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

The middle-aged man tipped his hat in greeting. "Please give me a glass of gin."

"Please wait a moment, sir."

When the wine glasses were brought to the table, the middle-aged man readily slapped down a fifty-pound note.

"Please don't bother looking, sir. May I ask you for directions?" The middle-aged man asked politely without touching his wine glass.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, saying enthusiastically, "Of course, of course, sir. I've lived in Little Hangleton for decades, and no one knows this place better than me, Old Hank."

"Excuse me, where is the church?"

"Church? Turn left after exiting the gate and walk straight to a square. There is a flower shop in the square. Walk through the alley to the left of the flower shop for ten minutes, then make two consecutive right turns and you will see the church spire."

"Oh, thank you so much," the gentleman said politely.

"Sir, what do you need the church for?" the shopkeeper asked.

The man sighed, "I just learned that an elder of mine once lived here and is now resting here. I came here to remember him."

"I see—" The boss wanted to chat a bit more, but the customer had already stood up.

He didn't touch the drink, but after removing his hat in greeting again, he left the tavern.

Watching the customer leave, the boss clicked his tongue and remarked, "Rich people really don't treat money like money."

Then he took the gin back.

"Let's sell it to Old John at a discount when he comes..."

The middle-aged man walked out of the tavern and, following the directions given by the owner, walked for a while before arriving at the church.

"This is it..." the man muttered to himself, and then walked towards the cemetery.

He was none other than Sean after his Transfiguration.

Sean didn't remember the location of the Gaunt House, but he knew that the Riddle family and the Gaunt House must be very close, and Savannah had just given him the location of the Gaunt House, which was Little Hangleton.

Using the Vanishing Cabinet to return to Hogwarts, and then using the Disillusionment Charm to cross his familiar playground, Sean used the Flying Charm to turn into black smoke once he reached the outside of the school.

Fortunately, Little Hangleton wasn't too far from Hogwarts, and Sean found it easily using the map.

However, as soon as he arrived at his destination, he saw another building with moss-covered walls, almost all the roof tiles missing, and tall nettles growing unattended up to the building's walls.

After using the Eagle Eye Potion, Sean also saw a dead snake nailed to the wooden door of the old house.

Gaunt House.

Horcrux might be another Voldemort hidden inside. Worried about being detected by the Defensive Magic here, Sean landed far away and walked into the village.

He's not strong enough right now, so he'll put the Gaunt House aside for now; that's not his goal for this trip.

They found the cemetery next to the church. It was already close to evening, and Sean waited until nightfall before entering the cemetery.

He didn't turn back; instead, he took out his wand and examined the tombstones of varying sizes.

In the overgrown cemetery, Sean finally found his target next to a yew tree.

It was a towering marble tombstone, covered in moss and worn and faded by the erosion of Years.

The name of the tomb owner is engraved at the top.

Tom Riddle

(1880-1943)

Sean's eyes narrowed slightly. "Found you."

That's right, that's his goal!

Voldemort has far too many Horcrux, especially in this vastly different timeline.

Sean didn't know if the fragment of Voldemort's soul that vanished in Père Lachaise Cemetery was the last one; he couldn't be sure.

However, since we can't be certain, we should be even more prepared. For example—

Prevent Voldemort from resurrecting in advance.

While Voldemort's soul parasitism is terrifying, based on Sean's two personal experiences, one can deduce that—perhaps a side effect of parasitism— Voldemort is noticeably less rational when invading others' bodies, and his strength also seems to have decreased.

Sean guessed that Voldemort might need a real body to be considered half complete—after all, his soul had long been shattered.

So what Sean needs to do is quite simple.

For Voldemort to truly resurrect, he needs his father's bones, right?

He waved his wand, and the sarcophagus was slowly opened, revealing old Tom Riddle, now reduced to bones. With the power of the Levitation Charm, the bones floated out of the grave.

Sean rubbed the ring for a moment and then took out a huge wooden box.

Inside was another skeleton.

The mannequin sent from Diagon Alley was made from the bones of a Yeti, and I heard there were also wild dog bones in it—who cares about that?

However, Sean had no interest in taking Voldemort's father's bones back with him.

He placed the flowers he had brought upon the bones, and with a nonchalant wave of his wand, chanted. "Diffindo, Incendio!"