"Before I elaborate on my plan," Ian said calmly, "I have to remind you that you will probably become the actual ruler of this planet.
I'm not going to deal with political trivia. As long as my goals and conditions are met, I won't interfere unless necessary."
Amelia looked at him deeply and said calmly, "In other words, I will do all the dirty work and you will enjoy the results?"
"Don't put it so harshly." Ian said with a smile on his face, "I will focus on magic and technology Fusion - that is the core force that drives civilization forward.
My duty is to light up a new beacon for civilization on earth."
Amelia raised his eyebrows and asked semi-sarcastically, "Your narcissism seems to be more serious than a few weeks ago.
And... you seem to have gotten taller? More handsome?"
If Ian hadn't been sitting on the chair, she would have noticed that he was a full ten centimeters taller.
"An experiment was successful," Ian said casually, "so the appearance has changed slightly. I will explain it slowly when I have time later.
Let's get down to business now."
He stretched out his hand and waved it gently. The air shook, and a pile of books as high as a hill appeared in the corner of the room.
"If you want to be the actual manager of this planet, you must understand everything about Muggles society.
These are introductory textbooks."
Amelia looked at the piles of heavy books with a hint of helplessness in his tone. "I have to remind you that most of Bones family are from Hufflepuff.
Do you think I would really be interested in reading all these books? Even if I read them, it would take me several years."
"Don't be discouraged." Ian smiled and took out a shiny silver crown from his arms.
"That's --?" Amelia's eyes lit up.
"Ravenclaw's Diadem. Legend has it that it can improve wisdom. I made a copy of it, just for you.
It can speed up thinking and improve learning and management capabilities."
Amelia took the crown and his eyes flashed slightly.
"Of course, you will not fight alone." Ian continued, "I have established a 'think tank',
Gathering the most outstanding Muggles scholars and strategists in the world today.
They will help you plan how to control the world's political power as quickly as possible and how to govern efficiently.
They are both your teachers and advisors."
Amelia smiled meaningfully, "I can almost imagine how many 'disgraceful' things you did to bring them together."
The conversation changed and she asked, "What about your parents? What do you plan to do with them?"
Ian was silent for a moment and said in a calm tone, "You know better than me that their values are too idealistic.
I plan to give them Resurrection once the dust settles.
At that time, even if they disagree, they cannot change the order I have established.
If they want to be happy, I will give them everything they want--
But if you want to interfere, I won't tolerate it."
Amelia nodded slightly, with a complicated expression. "So, the first step of your plan is to control Ministry of Magic?"
"Correct answer." Ian took out a shimmering tube, an emerald green stone, and a contract scroll.
"This is 'Philosopher's Stone' and the life-extending potion refined with it as its core.
I will provide enough quantity to allow you to attract allies and at the same time stabilize those forces that are already loyal to Bones family."
Amelia's eyes flashed with restrained excitement. "You finally succeeded? However, I remember you said before that the stone was red?"
Ian smiled and said, "This piece has been improved and added with the ingredients of 'Youth Potion'.
After taking it, it not only prolongs life, but also rejuvenates one's youth."
Amelia remained calm on the surface, but his fingers were trembling slightly.
"Did you dilute it?"
"Of course." Ian nodded, "This portion can only extend life by five years and make people look one year younger.
Enough for them to see the effect, but not enough to satisfy their greed.
This way, they will be more eager for the next time."
"Have you prepared a contract?" Amelia pointed to the roll of parchment.
"Yes." Ian explained calmly, "It will not force loyalty, it will only reveal the truth.
Who truly supports you and who is just pretending to be loyal - it will be clear after signing.
I don't intend to rule by violence,
Human beings are naturally rebellious, and forced loyalty will not last long.
Only loyalty driven by faith will die for you."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and there was some kind of silent understanding in the air.
"Then let's start in a week." Amelia nodded.
Ian stood up and put away the contract and potion.
"Very good."
He waved his wand lightly, and his figure disappeared in the air.
--
Under the dark night sky, a blue flame flashed over Azkaban.
Ian walked slowly out of the flames without suffering any burns.
The surrounding air suddenly became colder. Shadows crawled on the ground, as if the entire island had been sucked dry of its temperature.
Ian raised his head and looked at the gloomy Citadel in front of him.
--That's Dementors's lair.
Countless gray and black figures hovered in the sky, hungrily sensing the emotions filling his body.
They swarmed in and tried to devour the uninvited guest.
However, Ian just raised his wand.
A black light burst out from the tip of the staff and spread rapidly.
That's not Patronus Charm, but a deeper kind of Soul Magic.
The light enveloped the entire sky.
The Dementorss who were originally roaring suddenly became quiet and lined up neatly in two rows.
It's like a well-trained army, and Ian is their Overlord.
Ian watched this scene with calm eyes.
He spent several years researching Soul Magic--until he discovered the manuscripts of two ancient dark wizards.
A person named Ekrizdis is the creator of Dementors;
The other one is named Raczidian, who masters the forbidden technique of controlling Dementors.
Both of them are extremely narcissistic. In order to let future generations find their knowledge,
A "heritage map" with deadly traps was left behind.
Ian went through countless mechanisms and curses before taking out their research from the pile of bones.
"Your madness... is just the starting point for me to Truth."
He whispered to himself.
Hundreds of Dementors crawled quietly on the ground,
He slowly walked into the depths of the prison.
The air is getting colder and colder until my soul is trembling.
Ian stopped and looked at the cell sealed by magic.
"Bellatrix·Lestrange."
His voice was calm, but had an echo of fate.
The cell door shook slowly, and a heavy breath came from the darkness.
The forgotten history is being revived.